Hybristophilia

idk at this point

She gasped, the lights switching on, her family all tied up.

A tear went down her cheek, and Henry went to get Josie.

Jackson immediately shot a bullet through Henry's head, making Juliet fall to her knees and sob.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, you die if you try to go near them" he spoke grimly, no emotion in his words.

Jackson grabbed Juliet by her shoulders, bringing her to him. He placed his lips on top of hers, causing more tears to roll down her cheek.

He pulled away, and shook his head. "Don't cry, Jul, you didn't need him anyways"

Jackson put a gun to Josie's head, and Juliet closed her eyes, not wanting to look.

She heard gun fire off a bullet, and she slowly opened her eyes.

There stood Genevieve holding a gun in the air, and Jackson bleeding to his death on the ground.

Juliet couldn't speak for a second, realizing that her ex-boyfriend, her true love was now dead.

Trae ran in, his tight black shirt tucked into his black, ripped, skinny jeans.

He placed his hands on Genevieve's arms, searching for any scratches on her.

"Are you hurt? Did he shoot you?" He spoke worriedly, pulling her to his chest.

"I'm fine, Trae, I shot him" she replied, wrapping her arms around his torso.

Juliet untied her mother and sister, hugging them tightly.

They all went home, safely, trying to forget the mess behind them.

10 years later

Juliet was now 26, and married. To who, you may ask, and that would have to be the crazy ass guy by the name of Patrick Hockstetter.

He was head over heals for her, but she felt nothing for him. She had 3  kids, 2 girls who were 10 and  only a few months old, and a boy, who was five.

Damian, had long, thick, black hair just like his father. He even got the blue eyes that Pat has.

Julia, had brown eyes like her mom, and had not grown hair yet.

The 10 year old, Emily, had blonde hair and blue eyes. When Juliet got home the night of the incident, she realized she was pregnant, and couldn't raise the child alone. So, she went to Patrick, knowing he was in love with her, and got with him.

They had closed the Davenport case while Juliet was pregnant with Julia, deciding that Jackson's death was a suicide.

They decided that he went mad and escaped jail, killing people, then killing himself.

They also decided that Jackson had killed Henry during the time.

Juliet was now a writer, and Patrick was a medical examiner.

She was hurting, she hated how everything she'd write would have to do with the incident.

Maybe it was a name, or a situation, or maybe even a quote that one of the boys had said.

But, this was her life now. She still wondered how Genevieve got away, if she even did. She didn't know if they were even alive.

But she couldn't reach out, she had to stay anonymous.

One day, Juliet got home from school, and saw Emily sitting, and waiting for her.

"Mommy?" "yes, dear?" "you got a call, and I answered it" "From who, sweetie?" "Some guy named Henry Bowers"