Fractured

Epilogue

People always say to 'forgive and forget'. I can't really do either, so instead I'm just moving forward. Moving past it all. My drama teacher used to tell me 'Hurt people hurt people.' . I guess Rowan couldn't get past his hurt if he had any to not hurt me. I won't lie and act perfectly well. My life was still damaged because of my mother but now I lost a part of my heart with Rowan. It's been 2 years since he got put away. I still think about everything till this day, I don't think I'll ever forget it.

Life works out differently for everyone. I guess that life just thought I had to be one of the ones put out in front of life without a shield. Big or Small, Happy or Sad, and so much more we set our eyes upon others. The empty dull feeling that aches in my chest comes in every now and then but I always have Quinton and my friends to help me with that. I thank my lucky stars every night for giving me him. Quinton is the love of my life. We got married two months ago. My wedding dress had lace sleeves and it was a silky type of white gown.

Quinton is my best friend and even after telling him everything there's one thing I haven't told him yet and today I have to tell him. Quinton's book finally got published so he's writing another one, as authors do. He sold a lot. I remember going to one of his bookmeet things with his book I secretly bought and I made him autograph and sign it for me. I took the LSATS and I'm waiting for the results to come in so I can apply to law school. I moved back home after everything in the same apartment but obviously Quinton and I bought our own house once we got married. Emily and Ajax decided they wanted to live in the states too.

I've always wanted to be a lawyer to defend people. Especially people with hard cases, I want to help someone get justice the way my lawyer got for me. In domestic abuse to help the victims become survivors and so the cycle ends. I feel arms around my waist and soft kisses on my neck as I'm adding cheese to the pasta.

I turn off the stove, finished making the pasta and turn around in Quinton's arms. "Can we eat now, I'm starving?" I ask him.

"Yes Ma'am" He says with a straight look on his face, causing me to burst out laughing. I was teaching Quinton how to make this pasta Emily taught me, so we spent the whole morning cooking. We're going to make red velvet cupcakes tonight while watching whatever I want. Yep, he's letting me pick. After finishing our pasta I take the dishes inside and brace my hands on the counter.

"I'll wash the dishes, but what's got you so tense." Quinton says softly rubbing his hands all over my back and arms. I clear my throat moving to sit on the couch. "Quinton there's something I need to tell you that I haven't told you." I say my voice is shaking with fear.

"Love, you don't need to be so scared. I'm not going to eat you, actually I can't promise that." he winks.

"Well you know I've been dying to have kids since forever and we were going to start trying soon." I get an 'mhm' from him. "Oh god, well I can't have kids, not really. I'm so sorry, it's all my fault. Please don't hate or leave me." I say starting to cry.

When I look up his face betrays me by not showing any emotions and he says "What do you mean 'not really'? How? Why?" His voice is deadly calm.

"Rowan beat me too hard, he tried many ways to hurt and affect me. Especially in the stomach, when he kidnapped me he said he wanted me to be destroyed in one way for sure. And that way was by making sure I could have no kids. He had a friend who didn't understand anything that was going on with me and put tests on me. Rowan decided if the chances are 73% or lower than they were going to give me a hysterectomy. Lucky for him the chances were 94% high or something so they didn't go with it, but Quinton I don't think I'm capable of having a child." I say burying my head in my hands quietly sobbing.

It has been ten minutes since any of us have spoken. I look up and see him staring at me with a clenched jaw, he has fury written all over his face. He looks away then back at me. I wonder what's going on in his head right now, is he mad at me? He gets up and pulls on his jacket and slides his feet in his shoes. I quickly got up walking right behind him. Right before he opens the door I grab him by the wrists with tears in my eyes. I make him look at me as I say "Please don't leave me." His only response is 'I'll be back.'.

I sit on the floor sobbing because I expected him to take it better and be comforting. I mean what did I expect because as I said no one wants someone this damaged not even someone as amazing as Quinton. He deserves better anyway, it was a matter of time. I should've told him sooner it's all my fault.

I think I passed out with all my crying and overthinking because I woke up to Quinton's gasp. I look up at him noticing I'm in his arms. He kisses my dried tears away. "I'm so sorry I walked away like that causing you so much pain, it's just I hate that bastard so much. Of course I want kids with you and none of it is your fault. I went out to get you your favorite flowers, chocolates, and a teddy bear. Please forgive me." My heart heats up at everything he says.

"Just don't leave me again, promise?" I say raising my pinkie finger for him. He puts his pinky with mine sealing our promise. "I have an idea, later on we can go to an adoption center or something whenever you like and are comfortable and adopt a child?" he asks. I intertwine my legs with his gasping. "Hey sweetcheeks. It's just an idea. I stand by you with whatever decision you make and you know that. It's you and me forever you're my heart and I'm your infinity." he says.

"I would love to adopt a kid with you and have a family." I say as I press my lips to his.  

It doesn't matter how fractured you are because your fractures don't define you. I am fractured but I found love. My love was found where my heart was set at which makes me realize now that I'm not fractured I was fractured. Home could be a person, place, or thing, for me it was Quinton.

A/N:My drama teacher did actually tell me that. I'm dedicating the epilogue to her. I love you insert drama teacher name. You taught me so much and if you're reading this ilysfm. Anyways I cried writing this. I have so many more books to come, it's not over yet my loves. But Malia's story is and now we've experienced yet another life. I love you, stay safe! <3