Maybe This Time

Epilogue

Before we start I want to take this opportunity to thank you, all of you. For trusting and reading my stories even I just start writing. Thank you for your votes, comments that make me smile, and for reading it. To all silent readers like me, thank you.

And thank you for existing and being part of my life and this journey I have. I won't let you down. Except more of good stories that will be published. I will be the best version of myself.

Again, thank you so much. I'll never get tired of saying this because I meant it.

Let's start. Ready?

Third person's POV

The level of her anxiety is at its peak and she's ready to meltdown. She bit her nails, trembling, all sweaty, and having a hard time to breath. They didn't tell her where she is or what happen. They just continue to drive.

Sarah, Hunter, Lucas, her mom, and Y/N's mom are on her side. They never leave her. The cast is in the house to guard it but waiting for the news.

They waiting for Y/N and Olivia.

"Just answer my question— where are my child and wife?!" She exclaims out of anger because people around her didn't tell her anything and because she is afraid to know.

"Scarlett calm down were—"

"How can I calm down?! Where is she?"

She can't contain it anymore, that laughter and giggles of her ring on her ears, a flashback of the memories strike on her head giving her a hard time breathing. A promise from the heart, continuously breaking apart.

The car stopped at the white building that she's afraid to be in. The building where life and death meet. Cries and drops of blood are everywhere, scattered around the hall.

She rushed to the door, eager to see the woman she love and her little girl. The hallway has as much personality as the rest of the hospital. The floor is slate grey and the walls dove. Above the ceiling is made from those polystyrene squares laid on a grid-like frame. The light is too bright for my eyes after the darkening gloom outside. There are commercial prints on the wall, tasteful in the dull kind of way. This place certainly isn't run by risk-takers and she guesses she should find comfort in that. Above every door, she passes is a large plastic sign, dark with white lettering- no fancy fonts, just bold and all-caps. It's so new and spotless I feel like the whole building must have just gotten beamed here from some-place dirt is restricted.

She run, looking at every person she passed by, pushing them off. She's looking everywhere, her eyes are already spinning, her tummy is hurting and she can't breathe anymore.

"Where are Y/N and Olivia?!"

Whimpers and broken sobs are coming from her, you can also hear the heartbreak at the sight of her child laying on the bed. Her knees gotten weak, thankfully Hunter caught her on time.

Her clothes are dirty, with hints of blood on her shirt. Bruises and wounds are around her. She's laying unconscious, nurses and doctors are looking for her. She runs and hugs her daughter, water begins to collect at the bottom lid of her eyes.

"Wha- what happens?" Her voice cracks looking at her daughter, she brushes her shaking hands to Olivia's wounds, hoping her hands can heal them, to wake her up.

"A man found her laying on the road with that state and decide to bring her here. She gave her mother's wallet for identification" Deputy Ryan said.