Mija Priestess

Part 58

The next few weeks were filled with work and travelling between Florida and Buffalo so that we could sell our house and make sure that everything was running smoothly with the house in Buffalo. Our Florida house was now on the market and we advised our realtor to just deal with everything, neither of us wanted anything to do with it. We had even dropped the asking price to try and get rid of it quicker. Dylan was still being held by the police as my stepdad had refused to pay his bail when Dylan had approached him to ask and the police had informed me he would stay behind bars for the time being.

It was now the Friday before Summerslam and I was busy at a work station in our hotel when my phone rang. Damian was busy in the gym so I knew it wouldn't be him. It was the police yet again. I stopped what I was doing and braced myself for whatever it was that they were about to ask or tell me. "Hello?"

"Hello, is that Miss Sophie Taylor?"

"It is. Can I ask who is calling please?"

"This is officer Bradford again Miss Taylor. I felt that it was necessary to contact you as soon as possible with the news I have just been given. Are you sitting down?"

"Yeah, I have a few minutes and I am sitting down. What is it? He isn't out is he?" I asked nervously feeling sick in the pit of my stomach.

"No, I can assure you that that is most certainly not the case and it won't be for a long time either. In fact the opposite, he has decided to take a plea bargain." I waited for a second for the officer to continue but she didn't.

"I am sorry if I am sounding a bit dumb here but what exactly do you mean by that. What's happened?"

"Basically he has pleaded guilty and confessed to all charges against him, stalking, breaking and entering with possession of a firearm and also the domestic abuse charges that you filed all in exchange for a more lenient sentence. It has been agreed that as he has pleaded guilty to all charges that he will be sentenced to 22 years instead of the 50 he could have been looking at. He will however be eligible for parole after 15 but he is not to contact you while in prison and he is not too contact you for a minimum of 10 years after his release."

"So do I not need to go to court then? Does that mean I don't have too face him again?" I could feel my chest getting tight at the apprehension as to what was about to be said next.

"No Miss Taylor, you will not need to face him in court. It's all done." I felt the all too familiar sting of tears in my eyes just as Damian entered back into the room.

"Thank you for letting me know." I hung up and Damian was already coming over to me.

"What is it Mija? What's wrong?" The sobs came hard and heavy as I felt myself relax. Damian pulled me into his chest and he started stroking my hair. "Whatever it is Mija, we will get through it."

"It's done."

"What's done?" Damian pulled back slightly looking a little confused.

"Dylan confessed to everything, it's over. He is going to prison and I don't ever have to see him again, that was the police. He admitted his guilt in exchange for 22 years in prison but he can apply for parole in 15. If he went to court then he would have been looking at 50. It's done, it's over. We can move on with our lives." Damian smiled broadly at me and sighed.

"Looks as though today is a good day for us then. Do you still want to move to New York though?"

"Of course I do, that's going to be our home. I want that to be where we raise our kids and plan our future. Why do you ask?"

"I heard from the realtor while I was in the gym." I nodded feeling nervous thinking something was wrong. Damian continued what he was saying. "Our keys are ready. As soon as we are done Monday after Raw we can fly back to Buffalo and collect them first thing Tuesday morning. We can go home and start moving in."

I found myself squealing at the words being spoken to me and grabbed Damian tight. I couldn't believe that things were finally looking up. Nothing and no one could stop us.