Juliet's P.O.V.
Fear is a very weird feeling. It's almost like a mix of adrenaline and anger, wrapped in a tight black suffocating blanket, with two shotguns pointed down at your face. And your sons face. And your best friends. It made me frozen. And mute. I could feel my son next to me, tense up. And I even felt him wrap his arms around me, one going around my stomach sort of pulling me back, behind him. The other wrapped around my back, but I couldn't feel his hand. I assumed he was gripping onto Logan, who was also clutching onto me. One of the men in the black ski mask, holding a shot gun asked Logan very quietly to call Kendall out to us. I remember Logan doing so. But waiting for Kendall to appear seemed like it took a billion years. When he did, we locked eyes, for a mere second. I wanted to run to him and hide behind his strong, big protective body. But he was hit hard in the face with the butt of the shotgun and then again to the side of the head. Just like that, Kendall was on the ground and my scream echoed through the house. I watched, as tears started to pour out of my eyes, the same man who hit Kendall grab Emily, roughly. She yelled out as her crutches fell out from under her, and the man pulled and pushed her to us on the couch. He tossed her like she was nothing. She fell forward, thankfully towards Max, who reacted quickly. He grabbed her and gently put her on the couch beside him. He put her face in his neck as she cried out and he looked over to me, pale. "You two…get up." I snapped my head to the men with the shotguns and felt panicked seeing they were pointing down to Logan and I. He took a step forward and quickly Logan stood up, pulling me with him. He put his body sort of in front of me, but I still looked over his shoulder seeing the shorter of the two guys grabbing a black duffle on the ground, opening it fast. "You try to run, or if you scream again…" The one still standing pointed the shot gun right at me and I clutched onto Logan hard putting my mouth, closed tight, on Logan's shoulder. "I will kill your children in front of you. Understand?" I nodded as Logan did, and the other man reappeared in front of us, holding two separate knots of thick rope. "Now…you two are going to tie these two up. And I don't want to see weak knots. I mean seriously tight. Break skin if you need too." Logan had rope shoved into his chest and so did I. It didn't hit me, that he meant for us to tie our children up, until one disappeared into the dinning room, but reappeared fast, with two chairs. I sobbed out quietly as I glanced down to Max who was looking up at the guys with the shot guns. I was gently pulled and walked next to Logan as the same man who grabbed the chairs moved forward fast and grabbed ahold of Emily. She screamed out clutching onto Max and Logan made a movement to go towards them, but the sound of the shot gun getting cocked made everyone go quiet. Max let Emily go and she was dragged by her hair to one of the chairs. I cried seeing her trying not to step on her casted, broken foot, and again clutched onto Logan. "Okay…get over here." Logan took one step but the man still pointing the shot gun at us and laughed quietly. "Not you dad." I tensed up seeing all the eyes fall on me and I took in a deep breath. I walked around Logan and slowly, still looking at the shot gun in my face, walked to Emily sitting in the chair, crying quietly. I cried quietly with her as I started to untangle the rope and looked down to my unconscious husband who was only feet from me. I must have been going too slow because I was shoved roughly and fell to my knees in front of Emily. The back of my head was grabbed making me drop the rope and reach to the hand on my head. "Tie her up tight. Remember…she broke your sons heart. You don't really care about what happens to her. She is nothing to you." I closed my eyes hearing Emily sob out quietly and my head was let go of, being shoved forward. "Let's go…get in the chair Max." I wanted so badly to look at my son, but I picked the rope up looking up at Emily's face as she cried down at me. With very shaky hands I started to wrap the rope around Emily's unhurt leg, pulling it close to the leg of the chair. Emily gasped out looking next to her, which made me look too. Max was sitting down, and Logan was in front of him, stone face, quickly unraveling the rope. "Wow…Logan looks eager to tie this kid, up doesn't he? Think there is a little bit of resentment here?" I looked back to my work and breathed out hard trying to stop my hands from shaking. But I couldn't. I was so afraid and so angry. Angry that these guys just rushed into the house and threatened my life and my families lives if we said anything. Afraid that if I made one wrong step, they would kill my only child. "Juliet you must really not care if your child dies!" He yelled it kind of loud and I sobbed out closing my eyes going faster with the rope. "How about this…" Before I had time to react, I was grabbed from behind, around my throat and picked up. "Finish that." I was pulled back roughly as a forearm wrapped tight around my neck and held me in place as he raised his shotgun at the four in front of us. I put my hands on the arm around my neck and scratched at it, getting nothing back from him. "It's going to destroy your husband when he finds out what has happened to his wife." He whispered it in my ear making me cry out quietly, slowly giving up on trying to get the arm off me. "I have to admit Logan…I'm impressed at how well you've done." We watched Logan stand up and turn to us giving me a blank look, still. "Don't do anything stupid." I was shoved roughly to Logan who caught me before I tripped over my shoes and landed in his arms. He held me up and put me behind his back as the masked man bent down and reached in the duffle bag. He reappeared with what looked like two black bandanas and walked to Max and Emily quick. The other man finished tying up Emily and stood up taking the bandanas from him quickly walking behind our two kids. First, he tied the bandana around Emily's mouth making her sob into it. He was quick with it. When he moved to Max, Max looked up at me and I cried out pulling on Logan, who simply held onto me as best he could. "Now…I need to make sure you two don't have any phones on you." I tensed up seeing the tall masked man turn to us and he chuckled. "Up against the door. Hands on the door, legs spread." I let Logan pull me to the door and turned me, putting my face against it. I raised my hands as Logan did and cried quietly hearing someone come up behind Logan. I closed my eyes seeing Logan getting grouped on his chest and didn't want to see him go any further down. It didn't take long for him to check Logan and before I knew it, a pair of hands was on me. Of course, they started at my breast. I opened my eyes feeling his hands squeeze a couple times onto each breast and let silent tears come out of my eyes. His hands slowly moved down my stomach and onto my hips. One hand went to my ass and shoved into my back-jean pockets. I tensed up as he roughly shoved into me, making me go flat against the door. I laid my head on the wood and looked at Logan who was now giving me a sad look. While the hand on my ass went to check my other pocket, his other hand dipped down between my legs and aggressively felt me up, between my legs. I closed my eyes making two tight fists and closed my mouth hard, so I wouldn't scream out. He seemed to be taking a little longer checking me than he did Logan and it was starting to make my stomach turn because his hands were not gentle.
"Alright! She doesn't have one on her! Get off her!" I opened my eyes fast to see Logan giving the man behind me a dirty look, and I was let go of fast. Logan was grabbed and turned quick. I raised my hands quick and covered my mouth as Logan got punched so hard in the face he fell into the door and slid down it, holding his mouth. I went to bend down and grab Logan but was again grabbed by my throat and shoved into the door beside Logan.
"Finish up in here. I'm going to take them out to the van." I was pulled aside as the front door opened and shoved out hard. I turned quick to see Max sitting in his chair crying, only looking at me. Before I could say anything to him, like I loved him, Logan was shoved out to me as well. I grabbed a hold of him and watched the masked man walk to us and shove us down the walk way. I held onto Logan as Logan held onto me and we were walked to a black van in the driveway. I swallowed hard as we slowed down approaching it and let the man open the back door quickly. When both doors were open he roughly shoved Logan inside and instead of letting him do the same to me, I climbed in the back and knelt next to Logan who was pushing himself up. Just as Logan was sitting on his butt, the doors slammed shut and we both turned to them, gasping quietly. I quickly climbed over to them and felt around for a handle, feeling nothing. I heard Logan behind me and glanced over my shoulder too see him jiggling a metal door that led up to the front where two seats were. I slowly sat down crying out quietly watching Logan get frustrated and hit the metal door hard. I pulled my legs up to my chest and hugged around them as he turned to me. He softened up a bit and crouched walked over to me, sitting down hard. He raised one arm and pulled me into him letting me clutch onto his shirt and cry out quietly.
"Who are they?" My voice was low, but he still heard it.
"It's Shawn. And I'm pretty sure the other guy is his brother. Austin." I pushed away just a little and looked at Logan. The only light we had coming into the back where we were seated was from up in the front where the steering wheel was. But I could still see the fear in his eyes. "I don't know why their doing this but…" He was cut off by the driver door being opened and a body climbing in fast. The door slammed shut hard and we both watched the mask get pulled off his head and tossed to the floor between the two seats. I saw Logan open his mouth to say something, but again was cut off. By three loud shot gun blasts echoing from the house, into the back of the van. I froze in my spot hearing nothing and watched as the driver pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking in a deep breath. Like nothing happened. But when the passenger side door opened, and the person got in, putting the black duffle between the two seats, along with both shot guns, the scream I had been holding in, came out. Logan grabbed ahold of me and put me in his chest as the two-up front, now both without their masks on, looked back to us. Automatically I recognized Shawn in the driver's seat and closed my eyes felling my body start to shake.
"Now that you two know how fucking serious I am, why don't we take a little road trip?"
"Fuck you." Logan's voice was strong and brave. But it didn't matter. Shawn laughed and turned back to the front starting the van. Austin however remained looking back at us, smiling.
"I'm not sorry I killed Max and that dirty fucking pig cop." I screamed again throwing my face into Logan's chest as he clutched onto me, gently petting through my hair. "I am sorry about Emily though. Although…" I opened my eyes feeling Logan start to release the hold of his muscles in his body and saw Austin still smiling wide at us. "It was great I was able to get in her pants so easily. Do you know how manipulative your daughter is? Or rather was?" He smirked one last time before looking forward at the road we were speeding down. "Do you think whoever he was talking to on the phone heard your voice?" I felt my whole body go cold hearing them start to talk like they didn't just kill three people.
"Even if whoever he was talking to, heard me, they wouldn't have recognized my voice. Besides…" I watched as Shawn handed the cigarette over to his brother and let Logan push into me. "No one is going to realize they are gone for another 5 maybe 10 minutes. When they finally get to that house they will see the dead bodies and worry about that before anything else." Austin nodded handing the cigarette back to Shawn who I saw look at us over his shoulder. "Please tell me you have figured all this out by now. I know you're not stupid." Logan turned away fast, eyes closed, and I pulled him into me, both of us clutching onto each other tight. "No…let's see if I can help without giving too much away. I want you to be surprised!" I cringed hearing how insane he sounded and closed my eyes resting my head on Logan's. "Let's see…12 years ago I was 22, in medical school…Austin was only five and our baby sister was just a few months old." I felt Logan move around me and opened my eyes seeing him looking up to the front. "My parents, although had their faults, were not bad people. Some people become doctors to provide for their family. Some must sell drugs just to buy a gallon of milk and a loaf of bread. My parents were the latter." I swallowed hard never forgetting that they just said they killed my husband and son, but having a hard time not listening to this story. "They always got in trouble with the law. Our dad was in and out of prison. Our mother had to sleep with random guys to keep the lights on, while trying to take care of a five-year-old and a new born baby. I did what I could. I watched over Austin a lot. He had his own bed at my apartment, but I couldn't take care of my baby sister with school and Austin. She stayed with my parents. Up until the night my parents were murdered in front of her and taken from us." I perked up feeling like this story was starting to sound familiar. Logan looked to me quick and any color left in his face was gone. "One cop, I found out, pulled the trigger killing both my mother and father. Can you guess who that could have been Juliet?" I covered my mouth seeing Logan close his eyes and I pushed deeper into Logan. "Instead of reaching out to me for me to raise my baby sister, they took her to the hospital where two perfect, saint like fags decided they would be the best thing for her. Can you figure out who they were Logan?" Logan opened his eyes slowly as tears started pouring out. "You two…your families destroyed mine. So, I'm going to destroy yours." He slammed on the breaks hard making Logan and I lurch forward just a bit. I let Logan lock his fingers with mine as Austin got out slamming his door shut hard behind him. I glanced out the front window and watched Austin unlock a gate, leading to a huge house on a hill. Not too far away from Logan and James's house. Shawn slowly went through the now open gate and I looked to Logan seeing him staring right at me.
"I'm sorry." I shook my head roughly and pulled him into me hugging him tight. "I'm not going to let them do anything to you. I promise." I sobbed quietly closing my eyes, feeling the van stop again. "I'm so sorry Juliet." The back doors of the van were pulled open hard making us separate quick.
"Take her up to my room." I tensed up watching Austin, who had a crazy look on his face, reach in and grab my legs. I started to struggle holding onto Logan who tried his hardest to keep holding me, but Shawn appeared and quickly reached in, grabbing around Logan's throat. I screamed and kicked and tried to fight him to let me go. But it was no use. I was picked up and dragged half by my hair, and half by my arm up to the old, gross looking house. I fought the whole time as I watched Logan get thrown onto the ground by the van just to have Shawn step on his back and start talking down to him. I screamed one last time as I was pulled into the house, hoping someone, anyone heard me, but no one could have. Especially because the front door was slammed shut hard in front of me, putting me in complete darkness and silence.