Hey guys. Here is the next chapter to A Bunch Of Bitter Lies.

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David walked into the house with a frown. Him and Britney were fighting again and it was his fault. He was the one that didn't stop drinking when she said. He was the one that started shouting at her when she took the full glass away from him.

He sighed as he put his legs up on the dark grey sofa. His head was still pounding from his morning hangover. Slowly, he got up, picking up the plastic bag that was carrying the jar of coffee he bought.

He heard the front door opening and rushed to it, hoping it was Brittney. "Brittney?"

"No, sorry. It's just Will." William stared at his best friend. He had dark circles under his eyes and his eyes were all red. "You look like hell."

"I know. So what you doing here anyways?" David looked back at William.

"Britney came over to my house. Pissed as fucking hell she was." William rubbed the bruise on his arm where she pinched and winced. David watched his friend and managed to give a small smile.

"She pinch the hell outta you didn't she." It wasn't a question. David sighed and looked out the window into the heavy rain. "What am I gonna do man?" He stood up and started to pace. He kicked the edge of the sofa in frustration and said, "If only I put down that damn glass. If only I fucking listened to her! Then I wouldn't be here. Then she wouldn't hate me." He sat down again. He rubbed his hands over his face, breathing out heavily. "If only I put that one glass down," he whispered to himself.

David looked at his friend with wide eyes. "I lost her. I lost her, Will." William tried to say something but David continued. "I lost the one girl I love," he whispered to himself.

Brittney and Juliet stood at the doorway, listening to David's confession. Juliet looked over at Brittney and smiled.

"Told you he loves you." David and William turned around and looked at them. "Whoops, guess I was kinda loud," she laughed nervously.

David looked down at the floor, embarrassed that Brittney heard him. He looked back up and saw her staring at him. "I'm sorry Brittney." He slowly approached her. "I am so sorry. I swear I will never touch another drink again." Hesitantly, he touched her hand and when she didn't flinch, he continued, "I swear to you, Brit, I won't touch another drink if it makes you mad. I'm sorry for lashing out on you." Brittney stroked his cheek.

"I love you too." She softly whispered. She brought her face closer to him and gave him a soft peck. "I love you David, even your stupid drinking problems." She smiled at him and laughed when she saw his eyes wide open.

"You're not lying are you? 'Cus if you are, it's not funny."

"I'm serious David. I love you. I seriously love you."

Juliet and William slowly walked out the door, closing it silently behind them.

"Well that went well." William grinned at her as he saw her skipping down the drive way. She stopped at her car and turned around, waiting for him to open the door. He stopped two feet away from her and smiled at her. "Aww, come on Liam. Open the door; it's freezing." He continued to smile at her.

"I love you." She frowned at him and walked up to him.

"Really?" She glared at him. "Really, Liam? It's freezing cold and you are just standing there-" William placed his lips over and she pushed him away. "No! Open the door first," Juliet ordered.

William sighed and unlocked the door. He slowly got in and put on his seatbelt. Juliet leaned over and gave him a kiss.

"Wanna go out for lunch?" William asked as he looked at the time. It was already two in the evening.

"Hmm, I want a burger. Or maybe a pizza." William grinned as she named nearly every food he knew.

"You sure are hungry today."

"Well if you don't let your wife eat-," she stopped. "Wait, I'm not your wife anymore." William quickly glanced at her and saw her frown.

"Hey, I'm sorry about that." He slowed down as the traffic light turned red. The long of cars continued behind him. He held Juliet's hand and looked at her, after making sure that the traffic light was still red. Not that he would be moving if it turned green. "But you will be soon, and you'll have it your way," he whispered softly.

She smiled at the thought. She always wanted to plan weddings. She loved the energy that radiated from the couple and the guests. She loved guessing if the best man was going to mess up his speech or not. Telling the bride how beautiful she looked. The cake. The smiles. Laughter. She loved the butterflies in her stomach just before the wedding starts. She loved all of it.

"Yeah," she whispered, still in her trance.

"Still wanna be a wedding planner?" William looked over at her and saw her blush. She tried to cover her face but William softly smacked it away. "There is nothing embarrassing about it." He looked over again and saw her cheeks burn. "You look cute when you blush."

"Stop. It's not that I was embarrassed. I was just..." she stopped. "I was just thinking about our wedding," she softly continued. William waited for her to continue. "I've always wanted like these thin branches behind the priest, on a beach, at dark. But then sometimes I think about having it in a garden. Like one of those empty lands of grass. I've always wanted the branches with like little candles hanging off them." She smiled as she thought of the image in her head.

"Like, I've wanted to light up lanterns and just watch them go off in the sky. But then the thing I wanted for the priest, I always that behind us, where we sit at the reception. And then just have this massive dance floor. And then for the centrepieces, I always wanted like these flowers, didn't decide which ones yet, but I want them to be in a wide vase of water that has like these little candles in them." She sighed. Then blushed again when she realised that she just went off rambling. She looked ahead and saw they were in the exact same place, if not just a metre forward.

"That sounds fantastic," William softly said. He stared at Juliet and smiled again. "It sounds absolutely fantastic, and I will make sure you get that done at our wedding. Or whatever else you want. Even if you want to change everything, I will make sure it happens."

She smiled back at him. "Thanks Liam. I really mean it. So what are you gonna do? I mean it's your wedding as much as it mines."

"I am gonna take care of the honey moon. I was planning like a mini tour around Europe, but I'm not sure."

"Isn't that gonna cost loads of money?"

"Yeah, but I wanna drive through Europe. With you. I know it's not the best thing for a honeymoon, but if you want we can just go to one country with plane or something." William shrugged. He had always wanted to go on a honeymoon through Europe. Just him and his wife, driving in the car. Juliet jumped in her seat and slapped Williams lap several times excitedly.

"You mad?! Of course I wanna drive through Europe. It would be great! You get to see so many things in a car ride that you don't on a plane. And I hate all that boarding pass things."

"Then I guess our honeymoon is sorted," he grinned. "Now, I will just work out the order of the countries we go in. And you won't know until we actually arrive in that country."

"That's fine with me. As long as it is with you."

"You are so cheesy, you know that?"

"Yhupp. And so are you."

The car was moving now. They managed to get ten metres but then stopped again.

"Do you know what the hardest thing is gonna be?" Juliet shook her head as he looked at her. He sighed and then said, "Choosing the cake. There is just too many good ones to choose from."

Jacob Stew watched as Becca dressed their son up. He glanced again at the packed suitcases. He didn't actually think that she was going to leave, but here she was, leaving his front door. Not even a goodbye. His own son didn't even look back.

Becca was twenty five, but she thought Jacob was twenty six. She thought all his family was in America and that they cut off connections with him. She didn't know him. She didn't know about the photographs that he hid of Juliet under their stair case. She didn't know off the newspaper clippings that he ripped off the newspaper to hide the story of him and Juliet. She didn't even know his real face. He met a guy that taught him where to put his make up to make it look as though he had cheekbones, when in fact he didn't. His eyes weren't blue, they were grey. His hair was blonde, not black. But Becca never knew. He was just lucky that Carl had gotten most of her genes.

She went past the cupboard under the stair case everyday, but never once dared to look inside. She came across a huge make up box, but Jacob just said he was for his friend who was hiding it for his girlfriend. She laughed it off. She knew he collected newspaper clippings, but she always thought they were always about sports. But he just ripped those pages out and threw them in the bin.

Becca crossed the road. She came face to face with the door she used to open everyday. She knocked once, no answer. Then again and again. The door slowly opened with a creak.

"Mum?" Becca softly whispered. Her mum looked pale, but other than that, she hadn't changed. The same thin pink lips that was always in a smile was in a frown. Her blonde hair that was always out in long loose curls was now short and tied back. She wore a dirty apron around her thin, bony waist.

"Becca...But you...We buried you-," Becca's mum couldn't get the words out. She watched the gravediggers lower her body down. She watched an empty coffin go down the grave.

"No mum, let me explain. It's complicated." Becca was close to tears as she saw her mum start to close the door. "Mum, please? Look, once the doctor revived me, I asked him to tell you guys I was dead, all the nurses agreed too. I told him to tell you guys that I didn't want you guys to see me. Mum, I know I put you through hell. I put all of you guys through hell. I don't know what I will do if my little Carl died. Mum, please, just let me in and explain. Look, I thought I was a burden on you guys. I didn't want you guys to suffer anymore mum." Becca rushed out her words, afraid that if she didn't, her mum would shut the door on her face.

"Mum, I came a whole town. I just wanna say I'm sorry for all these years. But I just realised that I need you mum. I need you to hold me like you did when I was fifteen and tell me that everything is going to me okay and that you will make it okay, no matter how long it takes." Becca's mum, Katrina, wrapped her arms around her daughter.

"God, you stupid girl. You put me and your dad through hell. And your brother." She looked down on the floor. "Your brother hasn't been the same. I know he is happy, has a girlfriend he loves, but I know he really misses you. And the fact that he couldn't see your body when you were in the coffin, was just...well it made it worse." She looked up again at her daughter and noticed the two packed suitcases at the bottom of the steps. She looked down and noticed her swollen stomach, and as she looked down once again, she noticed the little boy hiding behind her daughter's leg.

"Might I say what I handsome young man you are." The little boy blushed at her and looked up at his mother. "What's your name?" Carl looked up at his mother once again and when she nodded he took a step forward.

"Carl."

"My, might I say that is a beautiful name for such a handsome young man." Carl grinned and looked up at his mother.

"See mummy, she said I was a man."

"Come in dear, it's freezing." Katrina helped her daughter bring in the suit cases and then offered Carl a cup of hot chocolate. Her husband would be coming soon. It was soon turning eight in the evening. She thought of his reaction when he would see Becca. Would he be happy? Or would he just be mad?

After Becca had faked her death, Katrina's husband, Steven, and her faced a bumpy ride. They were on and off for two years. They then took a year break, followed by another on and off relationship once they got back together. They only renewed their vows last year. That's when they decided to move on from their past. To move on from Becca.

Just as she entered the front room holding the tray of refreshments, she heard the key jingling. Within seconds she heard the familiar words.

"Honey, I'm home!" He sounded happy. She didn't want to ruin his mood. For the first time, she didn't know how he was going to react. "Honey, I said-" Steven's words got caught in his throat. The words wouldn't go pass his lips, they only came out as a breath.

"No, no, no. It can't be. I watched you...No, please. Just please tell me that...Why...Why would you do that to me? You mother? And David? God," he looked up at the ceiling, "please tell me that you are someone else. Just please. I can't believe this. Do you know what me and your mother have gone through? We only fixed our marriage up a year ago." He flopped down onto the sofa. He looked up again and saw the familiar blue eyes. They were glazed with tears, the same sadness remained. The bags under her eyes had grown heavier. She had gone paler. She was his daughter.

"David is not gonna believe this," Steven said slowly. "David is so not gonna believe this."

"I know dad, but just please, call David here. I wanna explain to all of you guys together."

David rushed to the house. All he heard was that his sister was still alive. He didn't know what to feel. He didn't even take his car, only his phone that he carrying. His legs ran faster and faster down the busy street. He bumped into several people, but he was in too much of a shock to say anything, instead he ran faster. The cool winter breeze made the hair on his arm stand up. He couldn't feel his face, but he ran faster and faster. His t-shirt stuck to his skin with sweat.

He ran up the stairs and pounded on the door. He leaned over, resting his hands o his wobbly knees, catching his breath. He counted to ten and when his breathing wasn't back to normal, he started again. He ran three miles, non-stop. When he looked back up he saw the blue eyes. The sad blue eyes that he missed. He saw his sister. And that was the last thing he saw before he dropped to the ground, and welcomed himself into the darkness.

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Well, how was that? I know the story isn't very realistic, but then again, it's a story.

Tell me what you think guys. How will David react towards Becca?

Thanks for reading this chapter. Hope to see you guys soon. :)  

(A picture on the side of roughly of what Juliet is talking about for her wedding. (About the tree branches and candles) so just check it out if you can. Not exactly what she is describing, but close enough) (Only if it actually works)