Divine Justice [Editing]

63. The Truth Revealed!! (part 1)

Juliette's POV:

"Justin..." The name left my mouth before I could stop it.

I wish I could say that I'm hallucinating or something, but the man in front of me is way too real to be called a figment of my imagination.

Everything's the same about him....but different, in a way. He and I both share our father's jet black hair, but while I have mother's bluebell eyes, he possesses father's light brown eyes. The tattoo on his wrist with my middle name - Paris - on it, hasn't changed one bit, and he still possesses that same body build of a model.

A body that I remember my own best friend saying it's to die for, much to my dismay.

My brother's here....and alive.....in front of me. He's staring at me with such an intensity that reminds me of the good old days when I used to yearn to rile him up in any way possible.

"You're here...." I trail off, tears cascading down my cheeks, but I don't stop them.

"I'm here, okay? I'll never leave you again." He states before taking a step closer, but I quickly take one back.

"Wait just a moment! How the fuck do I know that you really are my brother? You could just be a stranger that...looks like my brother...." I trail off before my anger (and probably disbelief) skyrockets.

It could also be denial.

"Or you could be in one of Destiny's stupid games!! Yes, you probably are!! M-maybe these fucking notes that she's scattered around the apartment mean something.....or these notes could be a puzzle that I could solve....a-and I'd be able to move on--"

"Do I look like a fucking puzzle to you?" He asked, and I looked at him carefully.

"Of course not, you.... you..."

"Idiot? Stupid? Fool? Imbecile? An ugly infectious toad?" He finishes for me, and I glare at him.

He may have gotten my insults right, but anyone can, right?

"Fine, then. If you really are my brother, then tell me what happened on Sebtember 13, 2016." I say adamantly.

"Ah, the day before your birthday." He mused, and I glared at him.

"You begged me not to tell Mom and Dad that I caught you smoking a blunt that was given to you by Amado." He says before smirking, and I internally slap myself because I know he's going to continue on.

Worst and best sixteenth year of my life.

"You bribed me by offering to do anything that I wanted for that whole month, and later the next day, which was your birthday...." He trails off as his smirk widens.

Lord, take me now.

"As a gift of sorts, I ordered you--"

"Ordered me?!" I ask while glaring at him, and he rolls his eyes.

"Fine, I'll rephrase then. I strongly suggested for you to go tell Amado about that stupid crush that you had for him." He states with a smug smile, and I blush in embarassment as I recall those memories.

I could never live that fucking memory down, can I?

"I've always wondered how you knew about that." I mutter, but he only smiles.

"Not only did I see the way that you would look at him, I read your diary. You were swooning about how beautiful he is, and how you could get lost in those deep blue eyes of his--"