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Chapter 3: Liar Liar

Jett was pacing in his house, wondering where his parents had disappeared to. He had changed as his mother had asked him to, and he came down to a host-less party. He couldn't find wither of his parents.

Soon enough, barely an hour later, the party had died down and even the DJ was done packing. The waiters were sent on their way and he was shocked that his parents had given their butlers a day off.

That almost never happened, as his dad needed someone following him pretty much every second of everyday.

What irked him the most, was the two cars that were parked neatly in their drive way. Whoever were the owners of those two cars were obviously with his parents somewhere.

His ears perked when he heard the unmistaken sound of his mother's car, followed by another one pulling into their driveway. Jett sneaked through the backdoor and into the huge garage that held all his parents' six cars and his own. He slipped into his own car, getting a clear vision of the two cars and the six occupants.

Make that seven…

Jett frowned and squinted his eye when he saw the taller of the two men carrying a body over his shoulder, following his mother up the stairs to his house. He saw the shorter of the men carry his own father bridal style, one woman whom he recognized as Lucy Stone carrying his father's folded chair. He was about to reenter the house when he glanced to his right, seeing the book that was lying neatly in the passenger seat.

It was an old book with a red leather cover. It had a string attached to it and was wrapped around it to keep it closed. It was evident that the red matter visible was blood, or so Jett thought. It was clear that the book was soaked in blood then left to dry.

Jett picked the book up, holding it against his body and got out of the car. He walked back into the house, praying he won't stumble upon his parents on his way. When he walked inside, the house felt as empty as it was just a few minutes later, no signs of the adults.

He took the steps as quietly as he could, hearing the rustles and movement in the guestroom, which was the one opposite to his. He made it to his room safely, looking around the room for a place to hide the book in his hand. He settled on hiding it in his underwear drawer, knowing it would be the last place his parents would search.

He walked to his bedroom door slowly, pressing his ear to the door. He heard the door to the guestroom open and shut after a few seconds, then the echo of the footsteps that descended the stairs.

He left his room and stood by the staircase, from where he could see the adults without them realizing he was there. He got a closer look at the four visitors that were sitting around the living room, finally recognizing who they were.

They looked different, older, that was for sure. He had last seen them all together years ago. The woman who was sitting on the far left on one of the couches was Lucy Stone. She was a well-known actress and has been for a while. Her career had been on and off, and was currently in her on state. He had watched a few interviews of hers before where she had stated that acting was a passion she had since she could remember, and that nothing, not even love had managed to stop her from getting what she wanted.

Sitting beside her was Kendall Knight, hair now completely gray with a mustache resting above his lips. Jett had seen the man before but he didn't know much about his, only that he got promotion after promotion way too fast in his job. It was rather intriguing how he managed to do that. Looking at him now, Jett couldn't believe how badly he had aged. He wasn't even fifty yet and he looked like hell. Being alone all his life had taken its toll on him, Jett had guessed.

The last occupant of the couch was the hot-shot doctor and local hero of this part of California. It was really hard to come across someone who hadn't heard of Logan Mitchell, near impossible actually. The surgeon's leg was bouncing up and down in distress, his salt and pepper hair ruffled, probably due to the many times he had ran his hand through it. Jett had noticed the silver band around his finger that he kept messing with.

The second couch only held two people; one of them was his own mother. The second was a woman who was supposed to be dead. Jo Taylor was a well-known journalist. She married a wealthy man at some point in her life and when he died, she inherited all his money. He believed she died, as well as everybody, when the different companies she inherited from her husband were liquefied, all it's worth going to charity. The women were rocking back and forth in their seats, heavy tears streaming down both of their faces.

His father sat in his chair in front of his mother, his hands clasped tightly with his elbows resting on the armrests of his wheelchair.

"This is not the time for questions, James." Lucy said, her acting abilities failing at covering her nervousness; "We need to figure out what we are going to do with the girl."

"And to figure out what we're going to do, we need to know what exactly was going on behind our backs." James stated calmly, pointing at Jo; "We buried this woman with our own hands, does anyone care to explain how the hell did she get out from a casket that was buried six feet under in a desert road?"

"That one is obvious, James." Lucy crossed her arms; "We were all played."

"Not all of us." Kendall said and turned to his right, where Logan sat; "Right Logan? Camille?"

Camille finally looked up, wiping away dome of her tears; "This is exactly what we get for reuniting again! Murder and death, all over again." She wrapped her arms around her torso; "Like everything is just repeating itself."

"Can you keep it down?" James hissed; "Jett is right upstairs!"

"What do you want now?" Jo asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"We want to understand."

Jett shook his head, trying to ignore the shiver that almost ran down his spine at his father's cold voice. He stepped back slowly and turned around, tip-toeing to the guestroom. He opened the door slowly, as not to make a sound and walked in, closing it behind him.

He turned around and looked at the shape that was sprawled on the bed, the covers neatly spread above it, hiding it. He walked to the bed, kneeling to his knees by it. He lifted the covers slowly, his other hand coming to cover his mouth; muffling the gasp that had made its way out. He draped the covers over the girl again, what he saw was most likely going to be in his memory forever.

There was a large gash on her forehead, dried blood smeared over her forehead. He shook the image out of his head and made his way back to his spot by the staircase. At this point, Jo Taylor looked pretty pissed.

"Can you at least care?!" She yelled through her tears; "There's a body upstairs! We should at least bury her before we bring out the past!"

"She was murdered, Jo." Logan sighed; "We can't bury her in a cemetery without getting in trouble. I don't think any of us want to go through with that move without knowing that if we got questioned; that we're going to get out. None of us want to spend a few years in prison; I've wasted enough time there already. And we have lives. I can't dive into something like that when I don't know that I'm going to be home for my wife and the boys by the end of the night."

"And honestly?" Lucy raised her eyebrows; "None of us is that sensitive to cry over someone we don't even know. If you want us to show any kind of sympathizing reaction, you should at least tell us who is she."

The glance between Camille and Jo went unnoticed, and Jo finally spoke; "She's my daughter. Leah Taylor."

Jett watched as Logan's hand came to rub over his face and Kendall turned to look at Jo with his eyes blown wide. James and Lucy had both sighed, absolutely blown away by the news.

"That's not true." Jett had almost regretted saying that when all the adults looked at him. He squirmed in his place, looking at all of them closely. He finally decided to go down and join them, anyway. His presence had already been known. He descended the steps, words flowing out of his mouth; "She can't be your daughter. I met Leah today and she had told me she was my sister. She wasn't joking, and I believe her. It can't be your daughter."

"Are you spying on us?!" James yelled, rolling his wheelchair so he was standing right in front of his son; "You have nothing to do with anything; go up to your room!"

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop." Jett lied nervously; "It was a coincidence."

"Still, go up to your room and don't interfere."

"I just wanted to he-"

"GO UPSTAIRS!"

Jett nodded obediently and turned around, taking the stairs to at a time, making sure to slam the door to his bedroom behind him so his father would be sure that he was out of ear shot.

James shook his head and turned around to face the group.

"We need to find the book."


February, 1986.

Karrie Taylor pushed open the door to her house, retrieving the key from the keyhole. She had been visiting her sister just out of town, and was supposed to spend the day there. She opted to go back home though, not wanting Jo to spend the night alone.

Walking through her apartment, she made her way to Jo's room to check on her. She opened the door and walked in surprised when she found the room empty. She was about to leave the room when she saw the hand that was visible from the other side of the bed. She ran across the room and around the bed, to find Jo on the floor, blood seeping through the material of her dress, a knife sticking out from her abdomen.

The mother screamed, running out to the living room and picking the phone up.

There was no way her daughter was going to die before she was even twenty-five…


Lucy sat in bed, her back against the headboard, twirling her hair around her fingers while covers were pulled up to her chest. She glanced beside her to see James sighing.

"And here's the guilt face…" She muttered and trailed off, rolling her eyes.

"Of course I'm guilty; I just cheated on my girlfriend." James crossed his arms in front of his naked chest; "You know, Luce? You confuse me the most, out of all of us."

"Don't think about me and you won't be confused." Lucy smirked, "And if any of us is confusing; it's certainly you."

"Why so?"

"Because I do know what you do behind our backs." Lucy grinned, picking James's robe off the floor, wrapping it around her body; "You know your parents won't approve on you wasting their money on charity and the poor. Like me."

"Did you tell anybody about this?!"

"Of course not." Lucy replied, adjusting her hair; "Because I'm not going to care about anybody but me. I have a goal and I'll get to it no matter what. Then I'll be just like you, maybe even wealthier. And then your parent wi-"

"You know as well as I do that they didn't refuse our engagement because you don't have enough money. They gave me their blessing to propose to Camille and she's poorer than you ever were." James threw the covers away, picking up his pants, slipping into them; "It's because of the whole acting thing, it has taken over your head."

"Mhmm, so do your high class, Beverly hills parents approve of your side activities, Mister Diamond?"

James was about to answer when they both heard the door to the villa slam shut. James's eyes widened.

"Shit! Shit!" He hissed, standing up and pulling a shirt over his head.

"Your parents?"

"No, Camille." James replied; "Get into the closet, she can't see you!"

"The closet?" Lucy frowned; "Cliché much?"

"Please, Lucy!"

Lucy rushed, picking her scattered clothes off the floor and opening the door to the closet and stumbled in. James closed the door behind her and turned around when his room door swung open, Camille appearing on the other side.

"Why aren't you picking up?" Camille demanded; "I've been trying to get a hold of you for over an hour!"

"I was asleep." James answered; "What's wrong? Is everything okay?"

"No." The brunette replied; "Jo's in the hospital, she was stabbed."

"What?!"

"Just what I said, James. I don't know any details."

"How?!"

"I don't know!"

"I'll go change and we'll go to the hospital, okay?"

"Just hurry up, I'll wait here."

James glanced at the closet door, looking back at Camille; "I'll be right back."

Camille nodded and dropped on the bed, a hand running through her brown curls. She sighed and looked at the alarm clock sitting by James's bed. She frowned when she saw the long black socks that were on James's bedside table. She recognized them instantly as Lucy's, the pair she had been wearing the night before.

The brunette sighed and picked the socks up, stuffing them into her purse. She stood up and looked around the room. She looked at the closet door, head tilting to the side slightly. She stepped towards the closet, her hand reaching for the door knob.

"Everything okay?"

Camille turned around, to see James dressed up in the clothes he had on the day before, all wrinkled up.

"What are you doing?"

"I was going to find you something to wear." She replied; "But it looks like you're all set up."

"Let's go then."


Logan squinted his eyes, looking around himself. He pushed against the couch he has slept on, frowning as he saw Kendall sleeping on the other couch. He ran a hand threw his hair, trying to remember what had happened the day before.

He sat up and glanced at the clock hung up in the living room, raising his eyebrows.

He had never slept till this late before….

He decided to let Kendall sleep and he took a shower. A few minutes later, he was standing in the kitchen, with the fridge wide open. He glanced beside him and his eyes caught the small box in his trashcan. He read the label on the empty box and glanced at Kendall's form that was still sprawled over the other couch.

He heard the phone ring and he shoved the box into his pocket when Kendall groaned and rolled off the couch, landing between it and the coffee table with a loud thud. Kendall got up and muttered a greeting to Logan, walking to the phone and picked it up as Logan leaned over the counter, watching the blonde.

"Hello?" He said, a yawn escaping his lips.

"It's Kendall, not Logan."

"Camille, slow down, okay?" Kendall said, now wide awake with alert. Logan exited the kitchen and was now standing in front of him.

"What the hell happened to Jo?"


Logan sat at the police station, fiddling with his fingers. He got a phone call and was called into the police station, along with everyone else to testify as they were the last people to see Jo the day before. Kendall was already ushered inside with one of the officers and Logan had yet to ask him about the box he had found in his trashcan that was resting in his pants' pocket.

"Logan." He stood up and greeted Camille and James who had just walked in. "What's happening?" Camille asked; "Why are we here and not in the hospital?"

"We were all in James's place last night." Logan answered; "Then Kendall got her home and he came to my home, spent the night there. They need all of us to prove it, that's all. And we won't be of any use in the hospital, Jo is in the intensive care unit, no visiting allowed there."

Lucy walked in at this point, heading straight to her friends.

"Hey, any word about Jo yet?"

"No, not yet." Logan answered; "How did the police reach you anyway?"

"I was at my house." Lucy replied; "He agreed to let me in, thank God."

Logan nodded, accepting her answer, while James kept his gaze straight forward, avoiding eye-contact with Camille who was staring at Lucy's clothes. They had been the same she was wearing the night before, minus the long black socks.

Logan sighed and sat back in the chair he was occupying just a few minutes ago. James dropped in the seat beside him and Lucy was about to copy him but Camille's hand around her elbow stopped her. Lucy allowed Camille to drag her through the station and followed the brunette until she asked about the bathroom and finally headed there.

"Why are you wearing your dress without your socks?" Camille finally asked, leaning against the line of sinks.

"I-I was in a hurry." Lucy answered, not being able to hold eye-contact with Camille; "I left in a hurry and I didn't want to be late."

"You left where, exactly?" The brunette continued; "You're wearing the same clothes, you obviously didn't go home."

"Okay, is being in the police station getting to you?" Lucy tried to lighten up the mood, but the half-smile she had managed disappeared when she got no reaction from Camille.

"Do you know how long have we been friends, Lucy?" Camille asked, Lucy nodding in return; "Do you know how long I want us to stay friends?" Lucy looked down, once again not being able to look Camille in the eye. Camille reached into her purse and got Lucy's socks out, handing the pair to her; "Go put them on, the dress wasn't meant to be worn with out them; it looks really bad."


Kendall sat in the chair, leaning forward against the table in front of him. An officer was sitting on the other side.

"So you spent the entire night at your friend's, Logan Mitchell, house?" The officer asked and looked at Kendall.

"Yes, sir." Kendall confirmed; "I drove Jo home and headed straight to Logan's apartment. We stayed up talking for a while and we both fell asleep on his living room couch. I woke up to Camille Roberts' frantic phone call, telling me about what happened to Jo. About ten minutes later, we both got called to get here and testify."

A few minutes later, Kendall walked out of the room. He saw Logan was the only one sitting there, the brunette standing up when he saw Kendall.

"Wow, man, it's a relief I crashed at your place." Kendall said; "I could have been convicted of murder right now."

"You crashing at my place thing…" Logan looked to the right, to make sure James was out of ear shot, by the coffee machine. "Was it just a coincidence, Kendall?"

Logan reached into his pocket, showing the empty bottle to Kendall while still keeping it hidden somewhat by his jacket; "What was that doing in my kitchen?"

"What's that?" Kendall asked, squinting to read the label; "Sleeping pills?"

"Don't." Logan shook his head, shoving the box back into his pocket; "My dad and I don't use sleeping pills, I know it was you."

"Mister Logan Mitchell?"

Logan looked behind Kendall, the officer nodded at him to come in to confirm Kendall's alibi. Logan nodded back and the officer walked back into the room, the brunette turned back to Kendall.

"Look, I'm going to walk into that room and tell that man everything that had happened yesterday, but I'll leave out those pills." Logan told him; "When I come out, you're going to tell me everything that had happened yesterday, Kendall. If that didn't happen, I'll march right into that office again and I'll retell the story. But this time, I'll tell about the pills. Understood.?"

"Logan, don't ruin my life." Kendall begged, his hands resting on Logan's shoulders.

"Don't make me lie for you." Logan shook his head; "Especially if it has to do with life or death." He shrugged Kendall's hands off and by-passed him, walking into the room.


Next chapter is the complete explanation to Jo's attack, a more wide look into Camille and Lucy's current conflict and James finding out the ugly truth.

Hope you guys liked this and I hopefully won't be late with the next update.

Oh, and you should check out Over-and-Over's 'It's complicated'; it's based of Definitely, Maybe and is hilarious!

-J