• Chapter/Part 1

    "Julie." my baby brother Jules said tugging on my shirt. "Yes Jules, what is it?" I asked him. He stopped and turned around. "There's somebody following us." he said in a hushed tone. I stopped and looked behind us. "I don't see anybody Jules." I said looking around. It was about 11:00 o'clock at night, everybody was asleep, and I really didn't want some freaky person following us. "They were just there you must have missed them." he said. "Jules come on let's just get home." I said grabbing his hand. "You don't have to drag me you know." he was starting to whine like a four year old. "I do have legs which means i can walk." he really wanted out of my viselike grip. "Sorry Jules." I replied letting go of his hand. "You got to stop whining though your 10 years old." I said a bit irritated that he acted in such a manner. "Fine" he was getting irritated himself. "I really don't see why saying there were people following us bothered you." he said. "It just did now just drop the subject." I said staring at the ground. He jumped in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. "You DO have your pepper spray right?" he asked suddenly in a panic. "Yeah of course I do." I said trying to be as convincing as possible, considering I had left the spray in our room at our foster home as I still called it. "Show it to me then." he said. Obviously my convincing voice didn't work. "Why do I have to show it to you?" I said and storming around him. We walked most of the way home in silence till we got to the train tracks.
    "Okay Julie look, I know you don't have the spray just stop acting so pissed off." he said kicking a rock to the other side of the tracks. I didn't reply. I was thinking to much about our real parents to care what he was saying. I really don't know why I was thinking about them again. They gave us up when I was 11 and Jules was 1. He didn't remember it so it really didn't affect him. Me on the other hand, I remembered. I remembered it all. Our parent's didn't shed a tear when we left. So me and Jules were hopped from one foster home to another. Now we were living with our fosters mothers. "If I could see our real parent's again I'd just asked them one question." I thought to myself.
    "Fine don't talk." Jules said interrupting my thoughts. It's probably a good thing he did. When we got home there was a note on the table from our mothers saying they went over to a friends party and would be back tomorrow. Figures, they're always gone. "Jules what do you want to eat!" I yelled from the kitchen. "Pizza!" he yelled back. More pizza. I swear that's all he eats. "He's going to turn into a pizza one day." I thought as I dialed Pizza Hut's number. "Pizza Hut this is Cameron how may I help you tonight?" the pizza dude asked. "Yeah can I get a large cheese pizza to be delivered at 9701 Cambridge Oak Drive." I said. "Yes ma'am it'll be there in 20 minutes." he said. "Thank You." I said and hung up. "20 minutes Jules!." I yelled. "Got it!" he yelled back. I walked to the living room and sat by Jules on the couch. "MTV?" I asked. "Yep." he replied. "Nothing else on." I said. "Nope." he replied. Him and his one word answers I swear. He can't say full sentences anymore, how depressing.
    We were watching MTV like we do every night when the phone rang. "Who could that be?" I said thinking out loud. "Your boyfriend." Jules said transfixed with the t.v. screen. "Shut your face." I said knowing he didn't hear me and if he did he didn't care. I walked back to the kitchen and picked up the phone. "Hello?" I asked curiously. Nobody usually ever called us this late. If the phone rang it was usually a wrong number. "Julie!" I heard my name barely through the loud blaring music. "Mom?" I asked. "Yes hunny just making sure you got home safe." she said. "Yeah me and Jules are fine." I replied. "Okay then hunny have a good night." she said and hung up. "I love you too." I said to the dead phone. "Mom?" Jules asked. "Who else." I said.
    "Jules can you get the pizza when it comes? I'm going to be cleaning the kitchen." I said. "Yeah." he peeked his head into the kitchen. "Where's the money?" he asked "In moms purse." I said. "Okay." he said skipping to the table. "How much?" he asked. "Just take a twenty." I replied. "Okay." he said taking out a twenty and darting back to the living room. I got out some tile cleaner and started cleaning the cabinets and counters when the door bell rang. "Pizza!" I yelled. Jules darted to the door. "Fifteen dollars even." said a feminine voice. I stopped cleaning and started to walk to the door when I heard Jules scream.
    "JULIE!" he screamed. I ran to the door and saw a lady and three guys running away with Jules. "JULES!" I screamed. I ran after them. "Jules no!" I screamed. "Help me Julie!" he screamed. "HELP! HELP ME! MY BABY BROTHERS BEING KIDNAPPED!" I screamed. Why wasn't anyone helping. Why couldn't anyone hear me scream. It's like I wasn't there. Like it didn't matter that my baby brother was being kidnapped. I was falling farther and farther behind them. When they rounded the corner all I saw was Jules, tears rolling down his precious face. That's all I could take I collapsed and must have hit my head on the sidewalk because, everything went black. Then a picture of Jules appeared. My baby brother was gone. He needed my help but, I couldn't move. I tried to make myself wake up. Nothing. My brother was gone. I couldn't get myself to wake up and it was my fault.
    Mine and mine alone.