Epilogue

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Epilogue

It has been 10years since the day I told Austin everything. I’m happily married to him with twin boys, Aussi and Ari, they are 4. They have Austin’s eyes but my fiery red hair. Austin and I got married a year after I had finished school. We have been married now for 7 years. I worked for three then I had our sons.

After that day Austin and I spoke we dated for the rest of the school year. I got accepted to The Film and Media Arts University of America along with Beck. We shared room for the whole three years and when it was finished I worked with him and his family for three years after, directing and producing films with them (which was absolutely great, they were wonderful people and directors) with Austin by my side.

Austin went to school just a little over an hour away from mine and Beck’s so we saw each other almost every weekend. He was studying to become a Lawyer, like Tony and my mother. When he finished, a year after me because his was 4 yrs, he proposed and we got married. He worked alongside my mother and Tony.

My mother and Tony also had another child, Aya. They had her a year after I left for college so she is now 9 and as adorable as ever. When I went to visit my mother when she had Aya I told her about my father and what he had done t me. She got really depressed and didn’t talk to me for months. Then she called me up one day and we spoke for hours. She said she felt guilty and that she couldn’t talk to me without feeling bad and like it was her fault. She said that Toy helped her trough it and she was ok now. I wasn’t upset or mad at her because I understood that she needed space. We have grown a lot closer since then and I love her to death.

Life since high school has been really good. I have a great husband, wonderful sons and loving family. Although I forgave my father it was really hard to forget and it took a while for me to fully be open with Austin. He understood though and he took his time with me and I loved him for that. I love my life and I wouldn’t change any part of my past because I wouldn’t be me “If You Saw My Bruise!”

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 I know this was short but I didn't know how to end it and what else to write but I hope you like it and thanks for reading.

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