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Epilogue- split 2
One Year Later…
I just got a call from Killian to meet him at the cell, don't even know how he got my number and what he wants from me.
“This way miss.” The police man directs me too one of the room. There are many people communicating through the telephone to their friends or family.
“I'll be right back.” I nod and he walks out, I sit down on the seat waiting for Killian.
I see the police man pushing Killian on a wheel chair, the opposite direction. He sets him to the seat and leaves him. I pick my telephone and he picks his.
He looks far better than before, except his knee for now. And he looks more happy than his situation back.
“So you sent for me?” I ask, trying to break the awkward silence between us.
“Yeah. I see you've improved a lot.”
“Thanks, you, you haven't changed a bit?”
“Not even a little. It's good too see you again my lady.” he smiles.
“Same. So why did you call for me?”
“Just to tell you a secret no one told you about.”
“What secret?” I press farther.
“That, Jaxton was your step-brother.” he drops the bomb shell.
Just when I thought I've moved on, he has to remind of something about them.
“Jesus Christ, killian.” I nearly shout out. I check around too see if people are looking at me. None.
“Killian, it took me months to come back into my normal sense and too forget the fact I never experienced such thing. And you just have to ruin it whole for me.”
“I'm sorry. I just had to tell you if nobody else hasn't told you.”
“Is that what you called me here for? To ruin my day?”
“No. I called you for a different purpose actually.” his lips curves up.
“What type of purpose. How the hell did you even get my number?”
“That's not the problem right now. My problem is that I need you help, and you've already been a great help for me though.”
“So?” I cock my eyebrow.
He leans forward and drops his telephone. “I need your help to get me out of here.”
“What?”
“Mr. Kill you need to stay away from the glass.” a police man warns him. He rests back on his seat and picks the telephone.
“Yeah.”
“How am I even going too do that? How many years do you have to spend in here?”
“Two more years.” he snarls.
“You're even given two more years and you're planning on escaping? What do you want too get yourself into Mr. Kill?”
“I hate it here and I don't think I'll survive till another year. It's just a favor I'm asking for and once I'm out of here I'll look for another place to go too, far from here and start a new life.”
“That's not for me to handle, Killian. I'll only put myself into trouble.”
“That's why I need you help, you've already helped me already. You won't be the one doing it, but someone else, I need to see her.”
“Who's that?”
“She's someone very close too you.”
“Killian I have alot of close friends.”
“She's like your best friend, more like a sister.”
“I made new best friends during my tour last year.”
“She's my sister and I need to see her. Mac, Mac Carmela.”
