Taboo: Bittersweet Revenge (Sequel)

The Amazing Race

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Recap:

"Take care of my angels. Let them know that I am so sorry, and that I will see them again". I stand up slowly and step back.

"I promise".

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Earlier that day...

Christian's P.O.V.

The amount of guilt I felt was indescribable. I had no idea of the kind of struggles Noah had gone through, and at such a young age. It all made sense now, I understood why she was so defensive when the topic of children was brought up.

At the same time, I had my reasons. I could sense that I'm slowly losing my mind. I've found I can easily change personally with the drop of a hat. And I couldn't do anything about it, I could here myself, but I couldn't do anything to stop it. My body and mind are completely separated at this point, and I can't even tell the difference between right and wrong.

If she had told me all that she's suffered, I wouldn't have reacted the way I did. I turn onto my side and noticed that Noah wasn't  sleeping besided me. Walking out of the bedroom and into the hallways, I catch a glimpse of Austin.

I stood there speechless and emotionless, as did he. Quite frankly, we couldn't find the right words. Small talk isn't going to cut it at a time like this.

"Did you know, about everything that happened to her?" I asked, with a hint of solemn in my voice. He takes in a deep breath brushes my fingers through his hair.

"Yeah. I did. This genetic anomoly she has is extremely rare. Taking into consideration her condition, that fact she carried for 5 months is unprecedented. It was a miracle", he explains, and I couldn't help but avert my eyes from him.

Because it kills me, it eats at me every single day, with the amount of hell I put her through, she shouldn't be by my side, she should despise me with everything he has. And upon hearing this news, I felt like I shouldn't even be in her life.

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1 month later

I was starting to get extremely concerned. No ones heard from Noah in weeks. At first I didn't think such of it, I gave her the place she needed to grieve her loss. I wish I could say our loss but I was too much of an asshole to even bother to care.

Normally, she would talk to Austin, but this time, not a word. Something deep down tells me something has transpired. And I prayed to god I was wrong as I pulled into 'Roxbury Cemetery', just outside Stamford.

It was a place where I felt I had no right to be. Heath and I were brothers, we were raised together, and faught side by side each other. But I had betrayed more than times than I could count.

Stopping just shy of the entrance, I switch off the motorbike, and walk through to see if there was any sign of Noah. But nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

I spot Heath's tombstone, and laying beside it was what seemed like a freshly dug up grave, couldn't have been bigger that a foot in diameter. A small twig is placed on top of it pile of rubble, with a single white rose laying beside it. I knew instantly what was laying here. I knew Noah was here.

When I turn my attention to the tombstone, I notice a stain on the side of the head stone. It was dried blood, which looked at least couple weeks old. That was more than enough to finally get my attention to take this seriously. Noah's disappearance was much more than coincidental timing after the miscarriage. Something tells me that this disappearance wasn't in her accord.