Murder and disappearance

Chapter 9

Jules

Mason looks at me like she doesn't understand what I am saying. She is petrified. She didn't expect this from me.

I am not going to change my mind. I've made my decision. I am going to help Jane. If Mason wants to help, she may. But I also will be happy to do it alone. I've never been alone, Jane was always with me. Jane, with her soft smile and motivating speeches. She never ever left my side. Also when I got bullied by all of my classmates, also when I punched a girl in her face because she was being rude to my only friend and also when I first got into a fight without knowing and breaking my nose.

I won't let her down now. Because she never did with me. Because I miss her. Because I love her. Because I need her.

I can't live with only mom who is depressed and not even caring about me most of the time only  because she lost her husband years ago. She lost him because of her own ego, but she blames it on Jane and me. Mostly me. Because I was too much for her to handle. 'You should listen to Jane, maybe then you will learn to make some friends and care for yourself. You are goddamn 16 Jules!' She had shouted at me after he left for the last time.

She got in a fight with dad because of me and Jane. Because I couldn't make any friends and got bullied. I was too depressed to talk to anyone, even to Jane. After a few days my mother and father called me downstairs and asked me to tell them everything. Jane wasn't home so I needed to handle it myself.

But this wasn't the reason why he left. 

It was her.

"I told you, I don't want to talk about it." I told her because I really wasn't in mood for it. But she kept asking questions and I was so done with her. My father just wasn't in the mood to talk to any of us, because he knew he would be the one to be blamed if we got into a fight. 

"James! Jules won't talk to me. Maybe-" my mother shots my father a glare.

"Sandra I told you already, I don't want to get involved in those discussions." My father told my mother.

"Oh? So you don't care about your own childs depressing life?" My mother starts to get angry.

"I never said that-"

"Have you ever thought about how hard it is for me to care for two children at the same time?!" My mother shouts. It isn't true, she never talks to us about our problems, she probably called only because of my father's pressence. So he would think of her as the 'best mother'. "Have you ever done something that makes them happy?!" 

Yes he actually did, unlike you. 

He took us to the park when you couldn't. He helped us with our homework when you couldn't. He loved us, when you just wouldn't. 

"Everytime I try to help you interrupt me. Then it's always 'James fault'. What did I do to deserve this much hate from you Sarah? What have I done wrong?" My father stands up calmly. He isn't much of a agressive person. 

"What have you done to deserve this? What have you done?  Have you ever done something for us?" She spits it out. My father's eyes widen in suprise. He couldn't believe what he had heard. Was this the woman he once loved? How could she become so cold?

"Oh so you are telling me that I am the person who stays home all day and spend all our money?" My father asks her. My mother's ego can't take that of course. She starts to breathe in and out very fast. 

"Leave." I can't believe my ears. Did she just tell my father to leave his own house? 

"What?" My father is shocked. His eyes are so big and his lower lip hangs down. 

"Leave my house. Right now." My mother shouts really hard. I bet even the neighbours heard her. I stare at my father. Trying to figure out what he is going to do. 

He picks up his phone and wallet, goes upstairs. 3 minutes later he comes back with a backpack on his back and opens the front door. "Jules, I am sorry." he says, walks out of the house and never comes back.

I wanted to go after him and tell him not to leave me and Jane with her. But I was too late. 

I was in shock. I couldn't move. I was glued to where I stood. 

So here I am, in the same house with my mom having a panic attack because, Jane isn't here.

Jane was the only person who understood me in this kind of situations. But she wasn't there and now, she isn't here too.

I must help her.

She always has been with me to help me and now, she needs me.

"Mason I really need your help with this, please help me." I cry out. Mason looks at met with questioning eyes. She probably thinks I can't handle this.

"Look, Jules. I know you really need her to be safe and all, but I don't think it will work-" She begins.

"It will if you will help me. Please help me." I plead.

"Can you tell me exactly what you have in mind?" She asks me. I look up at her and inhale deeply.

"I want to find out who killed Emily. I am going to do so by questioning people we think are suspicious-" I try to explain but Mason interrupts.

"Jules, I know what detectives are for and what they do. I mean, how do you want to handle that?"

I stare at her. I didn't think of that.

"I don't know yet." I give up.

"But I need you to understand how hard it is to not to talk to your twin who is still alive. She is alive, but I still can't reach her.

"I really, really, really need your help." I tell her.

"Jules, I don't want to be rude but this isn't going to work. We need more people-" I interrupt her.

"Everyone can join. Maybe you can choose one of your friends to help us. I can ask Jamie. Please Mason." I cry. I think she wants to agree but can't. But I know she is not going to let me down. She lost her brother too. But in another way.

"Alright. I am going to help you. But please find other people who want to join you and make a plan." She tells me.

I am so relieved she wants to help me, I run towards her and hug her. She actually doesn't like being hugged, but she lets me.

She pats my back and releases from the hug.

"Thank you." I thank her.

I am writing a plan of how I am going to get Jane out of that police department and Mason is chilling on the couch. I think I am going to explode. I can't even think without Jane. I always thought I could live a better life without her. But now, I am taking those words back.

I am so sorry now. So sorry that I was so rude to her. I should have treated her better

"JULES!" My mother shouts from downstairs. I wonder what she wants to say and go downstairs leaving Mason back.

"Yes?" She turns to me.

"They called me. F-from the police department. There is an-another suspect." She informs me. I am surprised. 

How? Who? Why? 

"Really?! Are they going to release Jane earlier?" I ask her.

"I don't know Jules, but maybe. There is a change." She tells me. I am so happy now. I want to rush into my room and cry out of happiness. I do that very often. Maybe because I think I don't deserve this happiness. Maybe because of my father. I don't know.

"Did they tell you who was the new suspect?" I ask my mother.

"Jules, I- I don't want you to be sad but, i- its Jamie." I can't believe what she just said. I can't believe myself. How is that even possible? Why him?

But at least, there is another suspect.

My only real friend I ever had. 

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