A/N:
This chapter is dedicated to Psychic101, because that glorious person was my 100th reviewer!
Okay, so this chapter is a lot about Maddie Spencer.
I felt I didn't include her enough in this story, and, after all, her son was kidnapped.
So at the moment, Henry hasn't told her.
And...I managed to throw a little Lassie in here. That was extremely hard for me…But I did it.
No Shawn today. Sorry.
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She spent most of her time at Carlton's grave, at her desk, or in her bed.
She hadn't stepped outside for a decent meal, not even to stop for a second to taste the salty air.
It was 7:04 PM currently, and the police department was empty.
They all went out to eat, because Chief Vick told the department they needed a little sunshine in their life.
Sunshine was something she just couldn't afford.
Instead, she stabbed her plastic white fork in the green leaves that she called salad. There was a bottle of water beside her, but it hadn't been opened.
She stuffed the piece of lettuce in her mouth, and heard footsteps.
Footsteps.
Nobody was supposed to be here.
Juliet pulled her gun out of her drawer, cocked it, and waited for the person to approach by holding the gun.
"Juliet," Her eyes glanced up at the woman before her. She had short white-blonde hair, and icy blue eyes. Her skin was the color of cream, and she smelled of vanilla. She was wearing slim black pants and a cream colored shirt. She had a pale blue sweater on and a pair of matching heels.
"Maddie!" Juliet exclaimed, throwing her gun on her desk and getting up to hug Shawn's mother.
"Nice to see you, too, Juliet. Where is everyone?" She asked her, raising a delicate light eyebrow.
"Dinner," She replied, opening the cap on her water bottle to take a sip.
"Shawn didn't stay with you?" Maddie looked confused.
"Oh, Maddie. Do-do you not know?" Juliet looked up at her, tears forming in her eyes.
"No, he didn't break up with you, did he?" Maddie had a horrified look on her face.
"W-Worse than that," Juliet cried, tears sliding down her cheeks.
"What's worse than that?" Maddie asked.
Juliet shook her head, "S-So much, Ma-Maddie," Juliet tried to take a deep breath, but instead she ended up sobbing louder, "He-He…It's so complicated,"
Maddie felt awkward holding Juliet in her arms as she sobbed into her now tear-soaked sweater. But something was breaking this girl down, and Maddie just needed to figure it out.
"Juliet, do you mind coming outside with me?" Maddie asked Juliet, who wiped her eyes on her sleeve and followed Maddie outside.
Once they were outside, Maddie walked with Juliet for about 20 minutes, and darkness was sweeping over the sky. They had reached a bench near the water. People were starting to make a beeline for their bikes and cars. Maddie sat Juliet down on a bench, and faced her, "Juliet. Tell me what happened."
Juliet opened her mouth to speak.
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They were now sitting in one of the interrogation rooms.
Chief Vick had found video footage of the day Lassiter got shot.
While it was playing, the scene played back in Juliet's mind.
Avon grabbed her. Allison shot. Lassiter fell. Shawn made her leave. Lassiter died.
But this video was different.
Same scenario, but with one extra character.
A shadow.
It hid behind what seemed to be a wall of broken bricks.
But the shadow was unmistakable.
A mop of curly hair that frizzed up in the sun. Boney features. A jumpsuit.
And a gun.
Only one thought ran through Juliet's mind.
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The shock hit Juliet like a ton of bricks.
Now, in her own home, she still felt like a thousand pounds of bricks were dropped on her.
She shook her head, trying to get the thought out of her mind.
The day was so tragic. Maddie forced Juliet to tell her what happened, and after the words escaped her mouth, Maddie had dialed Henry's number and had a rather…colorful conversation with him. Then she went to the interrogation room and found that Allison wasn't behind it all.
Juliet rushed the thought out of her mind, and instead, walked into her kitchen for a cup of coffee.
But that's not all she found.
The long piece of yellow paper, with a long note scribbled on it.
Tragic, isn't it?
The death of your loved ones and how another loved one won't be freed.
Just to say the truth, dearest Juliet,
Nobody will hear you scream.
Nobody will know what happened to you.
You will be my slave.
Don't try and find me.
I can see every move you make.
I see you.
"Good Night, Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow."
-Shakespeare
And just to say, there won't be a tomorrow.
Because the sweet silver blade will already have cut his flesh.
Juliet stared at the note in her hand, and dropped the coffee cup on the floor.
It smashed into hundreds of pieces.
She examined the note in her hand, and turned it over.
On the back, in a barely visible color, a color nearly the same color as the paper, was one word.
Yang.
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Surprise, surprise!
Damn it, Adele!
You did it again!
Your music is too good!
Agh. It makes my stories sad and confusing.
Please email me, you lil' rabid psych-os, if you have any happy or funny or just GOOD SONGS I can listen to while I write. My email is
Let's make this quick:
The next chapters will be…err…violent.
Ahem, the last sentence in the note.
So, have a blast reading them.
PM me for spoilers, I like to give them out.
Ciao,
GiGi.