Unexpected (lesbian story)

Juliet

"And then, you take the spatula, and put it under said omelet, and flip-" I paused in the making of the omelet I was preparing for Angel, as my phone started to ring. It was Juliet's ringtone. I hadn't heard from or seen Juliet since the night of prom, which was several days ago. "Vi? What is it?" Angel asked, seeing the shock on my face. I motioned for her to come over to me. She did as I asked. I handed her the spatula. "Keep an eye on the omelet please?" I asked quietly. She nodded, sensing that I didn't want to talk about whatever was bothering me. I slowly walked over to the breakfast bar, where my iPhone lay, and picked it up, staring at the screen. Then, quickly, I swiped the answer call button. "Hello?" I said, my voice cautious. I heard sobbing on the other end. But it didn't sound like Juliet. "Who is this?" I asked, confused. "V-Violet? T-this is Juliet's m-mother" the voice on the other end stuttered. I stood there confused for a second, before answering. "Are you okay ma'am? Why are you calling me from Juliet's phone?" I asked, trying to sound kind and gentle. I heard the sound of her blowing her nose, and sniffling. "It's- it's- Juliet" her mother managed, before breaking down into tears again. "What happened? Is she okay?" I heard gasping, and I wondered if she was choking. "Just- come here. Quickly please." Then she hung up. I stood there, phone in hand, extremely confused. Angel had stopped flipping the omelet, which was now burning, and was staring at me, a concerned look on her face. "Violet? Who was that?" I was silent for a moment before saying slowly- "Juliet's mother."

Juliet's mother's POV (30 mins earlier)

"JULIET? COME DOWN HERE PLEASE!" I called upstairs to Juliet's room. No answer. She had been acting very weird these past few days. Ever since the night of prom, when she came home without Violet, who was supposed to be sleeping over, and without a word to me or anyone else about prom, she had been locked in her room a majority of the time. I had tried asking her about it, but she refused to say anything. Violet never came over anymore, and Juliet never spoke to any of her friends. So I decided that it was time I called a doctor for some help. I just hope nothing happened to her at prom. I was considering talking to Violet about it too. Although, most days she never left her room, she always replied when I called. This was out of the ordinary. And the parenting packet article I had read about teen depression said to look for things in your teen that are out of the ordinary. I figured, this was my cue. I made my way up the stairs, to Juliet's room. I reached the door and stood for a second. I raised my hand and hesitated before knocking. The door swung open. It was usually locked. Something's not right. I walked in and screamed. Hanging from the ceiling fan, a noose around her neck, was Juliet. She had hung herself. 

Ha surprise surprise bitches! Juliet is deaded. Betcha didn't see that coming. I hope it didn't bother anyone. I tried not to make it too graphic. But yeah. I just keep adding the plot twists. Oh yeah baby. Well, exciting news! I HAVE 1.01K READS! Thank you thank you thank you so much! I lit-ra-lly (danisnotonfire reference) never thought I'd get this far. So thanks! Don't forget to vote if you're enjoying the story, so that other people as cool as you guys read this story. Thanks!