Epilogue

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It's been a month since Royal ad been kidnapped.

I've taken her to a therapist to deal with everything.

I still am having trouble coming to terms with my baby having to watch someone have sex at such a young age. 

I tried to shield her from the evil in this world, but even though I feel like I failed, Royal's therapist says I'm doing the best I can and that it wasn't my fault Royal had seen what she did.

On better news, I'm with Noah. He is going to own the strip club and revamp it. I am going to school to become a tattoo artist.

My friends are in love with each other.

"I love you." Noah tells me."

"I love you too." I tell him.

"I love me three." Royal says,

"What?" She shrugs. "I didn't want to be left out." We laugh and Noah picks Royal up by the armpits and plants kisses all over her face to which Royal giggles at.

This, right here, as imperfect as we may seem, is my family and I couldn't be happier.

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