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02/24/2019 11:16 PM 

Greatest Fear || Narrative

come away with me
I want to wake up with the rain falling on a tin roof

Juliet had experienced more fear in her life than she would want to admit to anyone. Fear of who would climb into her bed. Fear of the next near-death beating. Fear. It was a constant state of her life. Showing fear was not something she was willing to do. Not in a room full of people who could use her fear against her but this was just beyond her control. The constant vomiting and dehydration were keeping her from not freaking out.

"Juliettt," a male voice beside her. The playful tone of the voice. "Love look at me."

She closed her eyes tighter. "You're not real. You're my worst fear coming to haunt me right now." She knew if she opened her eyes she would see Daniel. He was dead because of her. No, because he did it to himself. That's right. He did this to himself by taking me. She had to remind herself that his death was not her fault.

"Oh, I'm so very real right now." She swore that she felt his touch against her forehead pushing her damp hair away from her face. "I used to take such good care of you when you were sick remember?"

She flinched away almost like she could feel him actually moving her hair away. She did remember how he always took care of her while she was sick. It was one of the few times she could remember him not beating her. He had always been so kind when she didn't feel well. She tried to shake her head, "No, Daniel, please go away. You aren't real." She turned her head away from where his voice was coming from. "You're one of my greatest fears."

She swore she felt the bed sink as a person sat down on her bed. She hoped it would be a nurse or even a doctor when she looked at the end of her bed. Sadly she wasn't correct. "Net moya doch' (No, my daughter)," her father murmered in Russian. "YA tvoy samyy bol'shoy strakh (I am your greatest fear). Vash samyy bol'shoy sekret (Your biggest secret.)"

No, no no. They weren't real. They couldn't be real. She remembered the blood covering the office when she had come to. No no no. She couldn't be dealing with this right now. They were both dead. There was no way that they could be here. "Ukhodi otets (Go away father)." She didn't have the strength or the energy to deal with him. "Ostav' menya (leave me be)." She had been speaking more of her first language than she had meant to. Her father had always insisted on her learning Russian while her mother had insisted Arabic. She was lucky she never got the two confused.

"I don't care which one of you is my greatest fear right now please just leave me be." She pulled her blankets up over hear head hoping it would make them leave. She didn't know what she feared most. The idea of dying in this hospital. Or the fact that someone would learn her secret with the hallucinations.

While I'm safe there in your arms

02/24/2019 10:23 PM 

One Eleven

1.  What words or phrases do they overuse?

"I'm sorry." or "Sorry" is probably her most overused phrase or statement. Trips over her own two feet... Sorry, my fault. Attacked or Sexually Assaulted... Sorry, my bad.

3. What makes them laugh out loud?

She is a big klutz. So honestly someone else tripping over their own two feet might get a bit of a laugh out of her. She'd make sure they were okay maybe but she'd definitely have a bit of a giggle.

5. How competitive are they?

She has always been fairly competitive. Highest grads. Most cases won in the office. Her desire to win is like her desire to be right all the time. Even when she isn't right.

6. How do they react to praise

Praise was not handed out freely in the Nicola house. Especially when it came to her mother. When she was a teen her mother barely handed out praise. It was as if the teen could never do anything right in her mother's eyes. Her father, however, gave her the wrong type of praise and she believes that is why her mother acted the way she did. So she would probably give someone a funny look that is giving her praise.

7. How do they react to criticism?

She takes it with a grain of salt honestly. She'll listen to it but doesn't always apply said criticism to her life because of how much she was getting on a regular basis from her parents. Depending on the parent depended on the type of criticism she was getting.

8. When was the last time they cried?

The last time Juliet cried, really cried, was after her father was murdered. She didn't feel the need to cry but she knew it was expected of her. She had a hard time crying for the man who had abused her for the better part of a decade and a half. How do you cry for someone when they were the one who caused you so much pain and it's expected for you to cry at his funeral?

12. What was their first kiss like?

Her first kiss was nothing special. A bunch of people getting together for a party. She and a few other's had snuck out of the dorm to party in the woods near the school. She snuck off with a boy she had a crush on. They made out for a bit but they ended up stopping because of him getting sick in one of the nearby bushes.

13. What smells remind them of their Childhood?

One of her happier memories as a child was camping with both of her parents before it all went wrong. So the smell of a campfire, pine trees, or marshmallows being toasted takes her back to a happier time in her life.

14. Do they believe in love at first sight?

She doesn't really believe in love at first sight. So not really no. For her, she has to know them. Not just the physical aspect of them going 'hey they're pretty hot.' but their personality as well. She doesn't trust easily enough to believe in love at first sight.

15. How do they respond to a threat?

She doesn't take threats well. Honestly, she tries to blow them off or deal with them. She doesn't like calling in favors with some undesirable people but if it comes down to her life on the line she won't think twice about it no matter the price she has to pay in the end.

16. Where do they go when they're angry?

Often times she will go to her office to work on a case. She likes to use her anger to her advantage. It's often times like those that she gets the most work done.

17. Do they have a natural talent or something?

When she was a child she picked up playing the piano. Very quickly. Her piano teacher tried to get her parents to travel but her dad could not bear the thought of his daughter traveling or being away from her parents for any length of time. Also, that would cause problems with Juliet's biological father and their agreement.

21. What is on their bedside table?

Books. All kinds really. If she wants to fall asleep quickly she picks up an old law school textbook. If she is just in bed trying to relax then she picks up some other novel.

27. What's their view of lying?

She is a lawyer and often times a little white lie is needed just to put enough doubt into a jury's mind. So when it comes to lying and it's done because of her need to win. However, on a personal level, she doesn't like being lied to.

29. What do they do first thing on a weekday morning?

Her morning routine starts with going to the kitchen and making coffee. She's even once tried drinking her coffee in the shower. It kind of worked in her favor.

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01/29/2019 10:44 PM 


My Dreams Are Getting Darker And Darker
It's Hard To Wake From A Nightmare When The Nightmare Is Real

The last few days had been challenging to say the least. She had been fighting with her brother and they were just now getting to be on okay terms. They were having a hard time adjusting from being an only child to being a set of twins. She had told Cyril finally about her trip out of town that was going to last for a week. A business trip to California for the next week and she could feel the nerves radiating off of him at the thought of her out of state. "I'll take Axel with me if it will give you some peace of mind while I'm out of state." The twins had finally spoken to each other and worked out a few differences that they had. She had fallen asleep not long after their conversation. She had a flight the following day and still needed to pack.

Phone buzzing in her pocket she pulls it out glancing quickly at the display she still answered the phone many of her new client referrals were not saved to her contacts yet. "This is Juliet Nicola of Nicola Associates. How can I help you?" She was sitting at her desk working on a set of files trying to keep her workload from being three times as much when she got back from dealing with one of her clients for a week. Breathing on the other end of the line startled her. She took the phone away from her ear to look at the number.

"He lied to you, you know?" A male voice at the other end sounded so familiar to her. "I'm still very much alive love." The breathing at the other end became heavier. "I've missed you, Juliet. You look beautiful just like the roses on your desk. Do you love them?"

She looked at the roses on her desk that she was really noticing for the first time. She had vaguely remembered her assistant bringing them in but had not really thought about them. "This is a cruel cruel joke." She hung the phone up. There was no way her brother had lied to her and definitely not about this very important thing. She went back to working ignoring the sinking feeling in her stomach. Her phone buzzing again with the same number she sent it to voicemail. Again and again this happened and again and again she repeated the same process of sending the call to voicemail. This was just cruel for someone to do this. Who would even know to do something like this to her? She shook her head and pushed the thoughts from her head, she had a client that she would be tending to soon and she needed to focus on the needs of her client.

An urgent pounding on the door to her outter office caught her attention. 'Who could be here this late?' she thought to herself. She glanced at the clock and noticed that this was an oddly strange time for someone to be banging on her outer office door. Her hours were posted. She'd just pretend that she wasn't... She stopped for a moment and then really thought about the roses on her desk. How did someone know there were roses sitting on her office desk? Unless that person had been sitting outside of her office looking in through the windows. That would mean...

The pounded become more erratic and urgent. Almost sounding as if any harder and the door would come off of its hinges. She stood up and back up to the other wall trying to make herself as small as possible. Her brain thinking a million things. She could hear her outer office door break. The same intense pounding then happened on her door. Trying to calm herself she moved slowly around the walls of her office. She had only had two lights on the main light overhead off. A scream left her as the door to her office left its hinges.

"Juliet," Her name sounded off in that tone he used like he was seeking out a child playing hide and seek. It made her shiver. "Come out love. It's time to..." He checked underneath her desk as she continued to move along the wall and hid behind a chair near her now shattered door. "I know you're here. I watched you ignore my calls. That's rude love. It hurts my..." He reached around the chair and pulled her by the hair into the middle of her office. "That was very rude Juliet. You know better don't you." A swift kick to her torso. A scream came from her and he kicked her again. Picking her up by her hair he threw her into the chair that she had been hiding behind. His hands circling her neck she clawed at them trying to suck down air but unable to get oxygen down her throat into her lungs.

"Stop." The air choking the one word she was trying to say. She clawed at his hands before finally clawing at his face. His grip coming away from her neck she kicked at him. He fell to the ground clutching his precious jewels. She scrambled towards the door that he busted to get to her. A hand grabbed around her ankle pulling her back towards him... The scream that left her...

She wasn't just screaming in her dream. She found her brother standing in front of her shaking her awake. "Juliet." Once. "Juliet." Twice. "JULIET!" A third time and she finally opened her eyes to see her brother's face in front of hers. He had been holding her wrist in his hands. She had been fighting in her sleep. Seeing her brother she realized it was a nightmare. She was never one to cry but at that moment a single tear slide down her cheek betraying everything she was feeling. He was a terror that she was going to be facing in the weeks to come. Coming to terms with the information that she had been handed not long beforehand. He was no threat to her anymore but her mind was having a hard time coming to terms with this.

01/18/2019 09:42 PM 

The Ex Part 2

Love You To Death... Literally
If I Can't Have You... No One Can!

The evening had been a long one at the office. She hadn't noticed the vehicle driving behind her. One taking every turn she had been taking. The evening had been one mess after another with her trying to clean up after clients. She had dozed off at her office desk around midnight. A clattering sound in her office pulled her from her sleeping state. She jerked awake looking at the time she groaned. The office was completely quiet. Terror flowed through her and she quickly gathered her things. It was a different kind of terror that she hadn't felt in over a year.

She pulled into her parking spot and headed towards her apartment. The vehicle that had been following her parked in front of her building. The man sitting in the driver's seat watching her. Waiting for the right moment to get her back. Juliet entered her building and headed up to her apartment. As she walked into her apartment she heard the rain start. A gentle pattering at first against the window. She pulled the curtain aside in time to see the first flash of lightning. The crack of thunder rolling across the sky. She noticed the power flickering in her building and completely shutting off. She groaned in frustration and walked blindly to her room. She knocked into a few things. She opened the curtain in her bedroom. A flash of lightning lighting up the night sky. As she glanced down at the street a lone figure stood under the only light on the street. She jumped back from the window and then looked back down. No one was there. She went to sleep thinking her brain was just playing a trick on her.

She woke the next morning planning her day. She spent a great deal of time planning her day. Her day slowly started going downhill. She kept thinking she was seeing him. She knew he was supposed to be in jail. He couldn't be there. He should not have been anywhere near her. She changed her number when he started calling her from prison. She moved three times before landing in Sloane. There was no way he knows she had moved here. Each time she went somewhere she swore she saw him. When she was eating lunch with her brother she thought she saw him watching her from across the street. The traumatic experience that she had gone through with him was finally causing her to go insane. That was it...

Just as she was grasping at what she was seeing, knowing it to be more real each time a new memory started, a movement startled her to a conscious state. A slight kiss on her forehead a notion of tender love and care. She knew that this shouldn't be right she wasn't seeing anyone in Sloane. Then the night before flashed back and she struggled against her bonds. "You know it's useless to fight me. You know how well I tie the ropes that bind you." His voice made a shiver of fear run down her spine. She realized that she was no longer in the chair he had placed her in when she arrived but on something softer. "You'll need to post something on your social media before anyone gets suspicious like your 'brother'." He loosed the bonds that held her and handed her her phone. "Do not try anything funny Juliet." He watched as she typed out her message.

She gingerly took the phone from him. She did not want to touch him or have him touch her. He looked over her shoulder as she typed and posted a picture that was taken a few days beforehand. 'I'm supposed to be doing some relaxing after that long day at the office but I just can't focus on relaxing.' She pressed the send button watching as her update was posted to her social media. Now if only he hadn't been standing there she would have done something more. She watched as the phone was taken from her hands and placed on the table. She wanted so badly to check on her brother but left everything alone. Better not to make him angry. She survived this once she was bound to do it again.

He moved from the room towards the kitchen, "You must be hungry." He was being sincere. She knew it wouldn't last. "Let me fix you something darling." He moved through the kitchen with ease. She stared at the phone sitting on the table. The thought to grab it and text sitting in her mind like a ton of bricks. "I'll fix your favorite." He looked around the corner at her. "Why don't you go and take a shower? It was a good idea to convert an old house into your office. You never have to go home if you don't want to. I went to your apartment and grabbed you some clothes. You should clean up." He disappeared back into the kitchen.

She blinked but grabbed the phone at that moment without a care to the consequences that she knew awaited her when he found out she took the phone. Responding as calmly as she could, "That's a great idea." She took the phone with her to the bathroom. She looked through her contacts to find her brother's number. She started a text to him, 'At the office. Trouble. Help.' The footsteps hurrying towards the bathroom. She sent the message and deleted it. She tossed the phone into the trash can and started to run the water.

He pounded on the door, "JULIET!" He bellowed through the door. The sound of the lock clicking into place, "OPEN THE DAMN DOOR JULIET!" The pounded became more urgent. "GIVE ME THE DAMN PHONE!" He kicked the door open as she scrambled to the other side of the room. "JULIET! WHERE IS IT?!" He searched the room for it and dumped the trashcan out. He found the phone and searched it for anything she could have sent after taking the phone. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her back down the hall towards the main living space. "Things could have been perfect Juliet. We could have gone back to Boston and everything would be fine." He threw her against the wall his hands encircling her neck and squeezing. "Why did you have to mess it up? I know you texted someone." Her breathing was becoming shallow and she clawed at his hands. He finally released her neck and she crumpled to the floor. He kicked her repeatedly calling her names. "Whore. Bitch. Slut." His anger finally extinguishing and being replaced by his calmer side.

He knelt down and cooed at her. "I'm so sorry baby." He calmly spoke in a soft tone of voice to her. "If you had not taken the phone I would not have done that." He picked her up and felt her flinch at his touch. He laid her down on the couch in her front room. He showed her her phone and threw it down on the ground. She heard the crunch of her screen breaking as he stomped on it. He went back into the kitchen and returned with a few pills. "Take these. They'll help you feel better." He lifted her head and she fought against him, "Juliet," His tone a warning. She unwillingly opened her mouth for him to slid the pills in and lift the glass of water to her lips. "I'll be back with things to bandage your cuts in a little while." He covered her with a blanket and she stared at her broken phone. The last lifeline she had to the outside world broken. Her eyelids started getting heavy and she watched as things faded to black as her eyes closed. The pills he had just given her taking quick effect on her. Her last thought a hopeless one wondering if someone would find her before he either kidnapped her or killed her.

01/18/2019 03:12 PM 


Juliet Nicola...

Juliet Nicola Lawyer Nicola Associates
who is Juliet Nicola's brother
who killed Juliet Nicola's father
is Juliet Nicola really adopted
Juliet Nicola domestic abuse victim
Juliet Nicola key witness in Daniel Parson's abuse case
why did Juliet Nicola move to Sloane from Boston

Break-In / Homicide at M. Nicola Law Firm

Father and Daughter attacked at Law Firm.
Assumed Break-In Gone Wrong.

July 21, 2018 @ 11:36 P.M.

Shots were heard at M. Nicola Law Firm around 11 p.m. When police responded they found two victims at the scene. The first victim was identified as the daughter of M. Nicola, Juliet R. Nicola. The second victim was M. Nicola owner of M. Nicola Law Firm. Reports are surfacing saying that it was a break-in gone wrong. Other reports are surfacing saying that an unhappy client is responsible for the events that happened. It is also believed that a former cop is responsible. It is no secret that Nicola is responsible for the release of at least a dozen cops on the force.

The good news for Mrs. Nicola was that her daughter was not seriously harmed in the process. Mrs. Nicola was contacted by police shortly after midnight. She was escorted to the hospital where she identified her husband's body and spent the rest of the night with her daughter.

Juliet Nicola, daughter and law partner, suffered a minor concussion and was not the intended target of the break-in. The intended target was that of her father, M. Nicola who suffered physical injury and was pronounced at the scene. M. Nicola is the famed lawyer who has gotten many of Boston's most notorious criminals off on technicalities. Claiming evidence was mishandled or even saying that the evidence was planted with proof of evidence planting.

*Update* July 31, 2018 @ 1:26 P.M.

Police are confirming that a suspect has been taken into custody. Daughter, Juliet Nicola, has been taken to identify the suspect and all of this is now in her hands. Her father's killer could be brought to justice. However, it appears that Miss Nicola has already started making plans to close her father's practice. No word on how she has been taking the death of her father but her mother has said that her daughter is taking it one day at a time. Plans for M. Nicola's funeral have been kept tightly under wraps as the family has been asking for privacy. 

As we know more you will know more. Keep checking back for updates to this story.


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