Relentless

Chapter 29

Jay

Before Ashton comes over, I decide it's a good idea to heat up something to eat for myself. I look through my freezer and find one of the frozen dinners that I like. Popping it into the microwave, I think about Maris and Luke. I need to fill them in on everything that has happened. When the timer goes off, I take the dinner out and throw it on the table, not wanting to burn myself. I figure out where the forks are and sit down, trying to eat the flaming hot food.

As I'm eating my microwaveable dinner, I can't help but think about Ashton and what I put him through a few weeks ago. He must've been shocked to see me lying on his bedroom floor. He's probably furious with me.

As I contemplate this thought, my doorbell rings. I walk to the front door and hear the person knocking profusely. I open the door and see a discombobulated Ashton.

"You're early. Are you alright?" I ask, looking over his weird expression.

"We need to talk."

"Okay..."

"Not here. Can we go to a park or something?"

"Well I don't know any parks around here but I could..."

"I know one, can we just go? Now?" He asks. I run inside my room and grab my bag, running out the door and into Ashton's car.

"What's this about?" I ask only to be answered by the roaring of the engine and the sound of speeding tires. "Slow down!" I yell. But, of course, he doesn't.

After five minutes of speeding and turning down multiple roads, we end up at a park. He gets out and walks into the park, leaving me to get out of the car by myself. Considerate.

I walk behind him and see him stop at a bench. He looks at me with a mixed emotion of rage and sadness.

"Sit down." He says, trying to remain calm. I sit on the bench and watch as he paces back and forth. Finally, he stops and looks at me. "You're lying to me."

What?

"What?" I ask in shock.

"You've been lying to me since day one, Jay. Or should I even call you that?"

Oh shit.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Stop!" He says, raising his voice. "Just... Please. Tell me the truth. A simple yes or no. And do not say you can't tell me."

I sit there in confusion, waiting for him to ask me his question. He knows what happened to me. He knows I'm a fake. He knows I'm sick and cruel.

"Is your name Juliet?"

NO NO NO! He can't know! If he knows this, he must know everything else! He must know about Jackson, Genevieve, my entire life story! How did he find out?! I didn't tell anybody!

Oh God!

I have to deny it! I can't let him know. So I let out a fake chuckle and act like he's insane.

"I don't know what you've been smoking, but..."

"Just answer the question."

"No, it's not."

"I'm going to give you one more chance to tell me the truth or I'm leaving."

"I just did."

"Jay, I'm tired of being lied to."

"I'm not lying to you." He lets out a soft chuckle and turns to walk away only to come back and raise his voice at me.

"You're such a low life, fake son of a bitch! I know your real name is Juliet and I know that you're Genevieve King. You act as if you're a broken girl with a fucked up family and a fucked up life, meanwhile you're as rich as could be and you're using everyone! You're using me! I feel like a camera crew is going to pop out of the bushes and tell me I've just been on some messed up TV show. You played me like a fiddle and the sad part is that I actually liked you! I felt so bad for you that you were ripped away from your home and forced to live here. I wanted to help you. Then this guy comes and tries to kill you and I felt guilty as hell because I thought if I was there, maybe it wouldn't have happened. I told you deep things about myself and you tell me nothing! I should have known something was up! I don't know what to think anymore, Jay. Yes, I'm sorry that someone broke into your house and did that to you, but... this entire time you've been lying to be and hiding things from me. I can't do it anymore."