You're My Saviour // Ben Bruce (EDITING)

Epilogue

Epilogue

May 24th, 2013

A/N: tried to throw in the answers to people's questions that I got from the last chapter. Very vague answers tbh, but answers nonetheless.

Enjoy.

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Lacey's POV

Another splinter.

"I'm so done with this!" I exclaim, flailing my arms dramatically, putting a larger emphasis on just how done I was with all of this work. I was done with nails. I was done with hammers. And I was most definitely done with splinters.

"Oh, wow Lacey! I thought you said you could handle a bit of men's work!" Ben laughed loudly, setting his hammer down on the tarp-covered floor. The tarp shielding the dark, polished hardwood floor from the powdery sawdust that was floating around the vicinity of the room we were working in.

Our house.

"I am. When it doesn't involve smashing my fingers with a fucking hammer every five seconds, or getting splinters! You know damn well how I feel about splinters!" Splinters weren't that big a deal to most people. Just a small nuisance that can - usually - be easily removed with a pair of tweezers. But no pair of tweezers could ever remove those splinters I got. Well... They couldn't remove the memories of them. My hands have long since healed.

"Christ, of course I didn't forget! You remind me every bloody day, woman!" He cried out teasingly, tapping my nose with the tip of a pale, calloused fiver.

I frowned, swatting his large hand away from my face and stomping away childishly.

"Aw babe, come back!" Ben shouted, chuckling lightly as he jogged after me, catching up in no time at all.

"No thanks. That's enough for one day." I grumbled and picked up my pace.

I walked down the quiet hallway, glancing at the off white walls that were now scattered with picture frames. Smiling faces, breathtaking Asking Alexandria concert pictures, and romantic moments decorated the once barren drywall.

I loved all of the pictures, no matter what face I, or any other people in them were making. They held good memories and bad, but memories nonetheless.

I gave one last brief look to the various photos placed along the hallway, and smiled.

As I turned the corner, I felt Ben's arm wrap around my shoulders, pulling me close as we walked into the kitchen.

Loud laughter and off-key singing met my ears as soon as I stepped foot onto the recently cleaned pearly white tiles of the kitchen floor.

'-a Pisces when I am weak. I've been locked inside your Heart-Shaped box for a week.' Shawn...

'Ive been drawn into your magnet tar-pit trap! I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn back!' Cameron...

'Hey! Wait! I've got a new complaint! Forever in debt to your priceless ad-' All five of the man-children sang at once.

"Oh, for fuck's sake! Will you all shut the fuck up! You're giving me a bloody headache!" Ben bellowed, cutting off their Nirvana-based karaoke session.

"But Ben-!" Danny whined, smacking his hands down on our new mahogany kitchen table.

"Slam your fucking hands on that table one more time, Danny, and I'll rip them the fuck off." I growl, glaring at the pouting man.

"What's crawled up your arse, Lacey?" Cameron chuckled and rose a curious eyebrow.

"I've got splinters and I need to find tweezers now." My hands are beginning to sting and it's a most unpleasant feeling to have things wedged into your skin.