They Don't Know About Us {JackBuscus}

Chapter 4

Guys I am genuinely so sorry about how late this chapter is. I'd written so many drafts of it but nothing seemed right. It was only last night that I came up with this idea and I just loved it and wrote it down.

So here it is. Again, sorry it's so late! Please forgive me?

~Juliet

Chapter 4

Great. So Toby remembers his ex-girlfriend, but he doesn’t remember me. I take his hand, trying to hold back tears, but he pulls his hand away in disgust.

“Toby, please say this is all just some big prank,” I whisper, “This sort of stuff is only meant to happen in the movies…” I sigh. “Remember that time you prank called me saying you were in a bad car crash and I almost called 911?” I force a laugh but stop immediately when I see his blank expression. He really doesn’t remember me. He has no idea who I am.

“What the hell do you want from me, Jim?”

“Jack,” I correct him.

“Yeah, whatever,” he says, “Who the hell are you? Why are you doing this to me? Get away from me.”

“Toby, I just -”

“I SAID GET AWAY FROM ME!” He shouts. I nod slightly and stand up. I don’t want to leave him, but his heart rate is increasing to dangerous levels. I slowly walk out of the room, hanging my head.

The doctor looks at me. “How is he?” He asks with a smile.

“He doesn’t remember me…” I just about manage to choke out before breaking down into tears in Sean’s arms. Sean hugs me as tight as he can without hurting me. I wish he would hug me tighter. Maybe he’ll hug me so hard it will kill me. That seems a lot more bearable right now than a life without Toby.

“I’m really, really sorry, man…” Sean whispers, “I wish there was something I could do to help.”

Toby’s mum comes to sit next to me. “Does he remember anything?” she asks, “Anything at all?”

“He remembers Juliet.” I say with a sigh. I can feel the tension in the room rise dramatically at the mention of her name. They all know what she did to me and to Toby.

When I first met Juliet, I thought she was lovely. Sure, I was secretly jealous of her because I was head-over-heels for Toby, but I was happy for him. I was happy that he had found a girlfriend who was beautiful, smart, funny, respectful, and just really kind. But that all changed soon enough.

It appears that I’m not the only one getting jealous; Juliet doesn’t like how much time Toby spends with me, and she keeps telling me to back off or she’ll hurt me. I don’t believe her, of course; she’s being ridiculous. I mean, there’s no way she can get away with doing something to me without Toby saying something about it.

***

It’s Monday night. I come home with the left side of my face covered in blood. Toby and I were going to have a gaming night at my apartment that night and when I get there, Toby is already waiting in the lounge (he has a spare key because we’re just that close). I walk into the lounge. As soon as Toby sees my face, he sits me down on the sofa and runs to the kitchen to get some ice. He comes back in and I wince as he gently holds the ice pack to my face.

“Who did this to you?” he asks me. It’s the question I had been dreading.

“I… I don’t know…” I lie, “I couldn’t see their face.” Guilt immediately flows through my body; I hate lying to Toby, I always have, but this time I have no other option.

Juliet had pulled me up in an alleyway on my way home and attacked me. She told me that if I tell anybody what happened, next time would be a lot worse. This time, I chose to believe her.

“Dude, we have to report this to the police,” Toby says, “We have to catch the sick bastard who did this to you and get them arrested.”

“What’s the point?” I reply, “They won’t catch them. I didn’t see their face or hear their voice or anything. The police will have nothing to work with. It’s pointless.”

He stands up and grabs his jacket. “I don’t care if they have nothing to work with, okay? We have to at least try. You could have died tonight! I’m not going to just sit back and ignore it! Come on, let’s go.”

“Toby, really, I’m fine…” I mutter as he pulls me up off the sofa and drags me out the door.

***

It’s Friday night. I arrive, limping, at Toby’s apartment, my legs and arms soaked with blood thanks to several wounds from Juliet’s knives.

As soon as Toby sees me, he rolls up my sleeves, inspects the wounds and pulls me into a tight hug before grabbing several bandages to wrap around my arms and legs.

“Jack, tell me who did this to you,” he pleads, “Just tell me the truth. I know it was the same person as all the other attacks. I know you know who it is, so please stop lying to me...”

“If I told you the truth, you wouldn’t believe me.” I say, shrugging.

“Of course I’d believe you… You’re my best friend…” He looks hurt that I don’t seem to trust him enough to tell him the truth.

“Do you really want to know?” I ask. He nods. I sigh, “Okay then… It was Juliet. As in, Juliet Marshall. As in, your girlfriend. She did this to me. She hurt me. She said if I told you – if I told anybody – she’d hurt me even more.”

I look at Toby; his face shows nothing but confusion. “Juliet would never do that. She’s lovely.”

“Well, yeah, obviously she’s going to be lovely to you so you would never suspect her of doing anything like this. She hates me. She’s always hated me. She hates how close I am with you. She’s jealous; that’s what all this is about.” I say quickly. I look up at Toby, seeing that he is typing a message to someone on his phone. At closer inspection, I can see that the message is for Juliet and says “It’s over” as he presses send.

“Did you just…” I don’t need to finish my sentence for Toby to know what I’m talking about.

“Yeah.”

“Uh, Toby..?”

“Yeah?”

“Is it okay if I sleep her tonight? I’ll feel a lot safer if I’m with you.”

He nods. “Sure.”

***

I sit up and open my eyes. Looking around, I see the concerned looks of Toby’s friends, family and doctors.

“Are you okay, Jack?” Toby’s dad asks me. I simply nod. “Looked like you were having a pretty bad dream there.” I nod again, unsure of what to say.

I hear footsteps coming down the corridor towards us. I look up, right into the face of Juliet Marshall.

She smirks at me, brushing her hair out of her face. “Hey, Jack; long time, no see.”

And I'm going to leave it there for about a week now. I've written down the next two chapters already, but I'm going to be pretty busy next week because it's the last week of school and might not have time to upload the next chapter until the end of the week.

So there, have a cliffhanger :)

Yeah, I didn't originally intend for Juliet to be all evil and twisted and stuff, but eh, it makes the story a lot more interesting, right?

There are a lot of feels involved with the next few chapters.

I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.

Yes I just made a Doctor Who reference. Problem? No? Good.

Okay I'm going to go now. Byeee n.n

~Juliet