Romeo & Juliet ✅ Completed✅

Till Death Do Us Part

Till Death Do Us Part: Chapter 28

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Something drastic is going to happen...

I want nothing more than to shoot a bullet through his brain...

It's not going to be just you suffering...

He hinted about this all along. Amy hinted about this all along. She warned me. He warned me. But I didn't listen to a word they said.

I stood rooted in my spot, a shiver of realization and coldness overcoming me. How could I be so stupid?

He's a bad boy, what did you expect?

"Juliet...you need to leave..." James' weary voice pulled me from my trance. One arm was raised up in surrender while the other was placed between him and Romeo for some distance. He looked scared, not even for his will being, but mine. "Ju-"

"Don't talk to her!" Romeo roared, gun still firm in his grip. HIs gaze swept between James and I, but he never pointed the gun at me. "You don't get to talk to her. Not even look at her!" His breath came out rapidly, as if he was short of breath. "You took her away from me!" Tears brimmed his eyelids, a wail escaping his lips. "I've waited for this moment, you know. To just place a bullet throu-"

"Romeo stop it!" I finally sputtered out. I felt a wetness on my cheek, but I didn't bother moving a muscle to wipe it away. "You don't get to do this right now. You've taken everything from me. Everything! And if you do what I think you're going to do, I'll never forgive you."

That seemed to light something in him. Instead of loosening his grip around the gun, he tighten it. His glare being suddenly directed to me.

"Forgive me?! I should be the one doing that. I loved you! But I guess that was just one sided, wasn't it?" He spat. I flinched, clutching tightly onto James' sweater I had on. Romeo noticed, and growled. "You wear his clothes now?"

"It was fifth grade, Romeo. Get over it." James snapped. I heard a click sound from the gun, watching as James' adams apple bobbed in nervousness. "Let Juliet leave. She has nothing to do with this."

"She has everything to do with this, O'Brien. You kissed her. She kissed you. Which makes the both of you guilty. I don't give a fucking fly that it was fifth grade. I poured my heart out into a letter and gave it to the girl I had been crushing on since kindergarten. Then what happens? I found her lips on some other kid. That broke my heart!" He sobbed. "I told her my feelings, my secrets. You don't know how it feels to be...to be...ugh!"

My heart clenched, my mind raced, my heart sped up with every word he said.

He loved me?

I was speechless. Now, someone that I loved and truly cared about was going to be killed over a small incident that happened merely years ago. I wasn't going to let this happen..

Without much thought, I launched myself at the gun, gripping onto his wrist, trying to remove the gun from his grip. We both struggled.. I knew somehow though that he didn't want to hurt me, his movements careful, trying to move the gun away from me, in case it went off.

"Juliet!" James' voice echoed; he ran towards us. James and I were still fighting over the gun, but in the end, I lost the fight, and the man.

I was pushed aside, falling onto my side. A surge of pain radiated through me. I grunted, trying to pull myself up. I watched through half closed eyes as the two blurring figures fought. In the end, only one man survived.

A gun shot filled the night.

A body fell, following after.

A scream left me as I stared at the slumped body. I didn't need someone to tell me who its was.

Because I already knew.

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"This all your fault! Your fault!"

It's all my fault.

"You're the reason he's dead. I hate you!"

I'm the reason he's dead.

I stood there, head hung low, listening to everything that was being thrown at me. I couldn't help but agree with the person. I'm the reason all this happened.

Pain swelled through my cheek as a slap was sent to me. Gasps came around, then it fell silent.

I looked up, holding my burning cheek. Everyone was staring at me in shock or sympathy. Ryan stepped forward with an angry glare, but my mom held him back. Mr. , Mrs., and Luke O'Brien looked on with hatred at the person that stood before me. I noticed as Mr. O'Brien kept clenching and unclenching his fist.

Then, I glance to the person who had hit me. Louise stood before, dressed in all black, hair tightly up in a bun. Her glare was hardly something able to be missed. "I hate you." She snarled.

I stared up at her with tears blurring my vision. "I-I hate m-me t-too."

She stood back at first shocked, before a scoff left her. "Pathetic." She furiously wiped the tears from her own eyes, before storming off.

I fell to my knees, crying my heart and soul out.

"You promised me you wouldn't go. You promised!" I sobbed loudly. I felt someone's arms surround me. Realizing it was Mrs. O'Brien, I pulled her closer to me, crying along with her; everyone stood a distance away carrying out their own sorrow in silence.

He promised.

But I guess some promises were meant to be broken.

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