Yours Truly || Sequel to Let Me Know

Chapter Twenty-Five: Pull the Trigger

Julia:

"The police were convinced that Lin had no reason to be in the suspect line-up." Robert announced through the phone, and my immediate reaction was to feel relieved, but something just felt wrong. "What do you mean were? They're not convinced?!" I asked quickly. My feet could not stop pacing around our apartment.

He sighs before answering. "They were until they found a trace of Lin's fingerprints on the gun that was on the scene."

I felt my heart dropping to my stomach, stepping back from my couch. "But he didn't? He wasn't even here! We were in Italy for goodness sake! How could his fingerprints have been ingrained in the gun?"

"Slow down," He attempted to calm me down but it wasn't helping. "When was the last time you guys saw Sarah? Did she ever touch Lin? Or any of his objects?"

I try my hardest to think back if Sarah had anything to do with Lin's possessions... until it hits me.

FLASHBACK:
SARAH'S POINT OF VIEW

The plan isn't that hard, right? I just needed to stick to it, I just needed to stick to it. If something were to go wrong, the whole agenda would be wrecked. And I'd have to start from scratch.

I make my way to the opening door and I hear the audible music blasting from outside. What a nice engagement party these two might have. If only it had been Lin and I. And not Julia...

Maybe someday I'll make that happen. But for now, baby steps, right? As soon as I step into the ballroom, Lin's face dropped.

"You know who you are and you need to leave. Right now." He proclaimed as he stepped towards Julia's direction. My gut tightened as he draped his arm around her waist and positioned her behind him. Please, they look pathetic. What is he gonna do, protect her? Yeah, right. We'll see about that.

"What are you even talking about?" I opened my mouth slightly as my eyebrows were practically knitted together. Thank goodness for acting class back in high school.

"He's not repeating himself." Daveed defended Lin.

"Fine. But I won't stop until I seek my deserved revenge. I'm telling you I won't stop until you pay for the embarrassment you put me through. Especially you." I snarled, focussing towards Julia.

This was my opportunity. "Leave through the back door" My conscious reminded me. I strolled towards the back door, shoving past Lin primarily. At this moment, I knew what I had to do. The whole cast was facing frontwards, so as I was leaving, I immediately snatched Lin's phone from his back pocket. I instantly shifted it to my dominant hand, hiding it, as I evacuated the building.

Finding a near tree to hide, I sneered at the sight in front of me. "Bingo." I whispered. The phone screen had just what I needed: Lin-Manuel Miranda's fingerprints inscribed on it.

END OF FLASHBACK:
BACK TO JULIA'S POINT OF VIEW

"Robert, she had his phone just a few weeks ago at our Engagement Party!" I explained once everything clicked. "You don't think..." I trailed off.

"She used the fresh fingerprints off his phone screen to transfer them to the gun." He completed my thought sentence as I stepped outside and got into my car. I needed to make my way to the station. I needed to attempt to see my Lin. I shut the car door close once I get inside and put my seatbelt on.

"So, what do we do? What are you thinking, Robert?" My breath began hitching. I tapped my fingers quickly against the steering wheel, just waiting for his response. Please say something hopeful.

"I'm thinking we might have to go to Court."

My breath immediately gets caught up in my throat as I try and reach for air. This cannot be happening. We're going to court. We're going to have to fight for a crime we didn't commit. I gradually bring my phone up to my chest, holding in my silent sobbing. I hang up on Robert, I couldn't deal with this right now. And it's all because of her.

"What happened, Julia? Things finally didn't go your way?"

I recognized that voice anywhere. I know that high-pitched voice like the back of my hand. I didn't want to do this because I didn't want it to be true. I turned around nonetheless and saw the individual accountable for making our lives a living hell.

My mind was engulfed by rage. I wanted to kill her. I wanted to end her. My blood quickly boiled with resentment and as I was about to shout at her like a psychopath and throw a punch at her jaw, but I quickly remained still when I see what's hanging from her left hand. A tear didn't hesitate to rapidly escape my eye. Don't use it, I silently begged in my mind. I couldn't help glancing down at the silver pistol that was dangling from her hand.

"You're still alive?" I asked dryly. I clutched my jaw, trying to control myself. I plastered a fake smile on my face as I pushed back the tears. I was beyond terrified. I knew she wasn't afraid to use that gun at any second

"Don't sound so disappointed, I might think you don't like me." Sarah cackled.