***AUTHOR'S NOTE***
Make sure you have tissues because this is a chapter of redemption and change. I won't say if it's bad change or good change, but it's change. This is the last chapter of the book, but don't worry! Don't shed a tear! I'm making a new book about Darcy finding the right one and her journey through it all! Also, if you like this book, then you will LOVE my book Forced to Marry. Love yah baby dolls! .x
~Darcy POV~
That someone throws you a raft, and saves you from drowning. That someone who you know who would help you even though you haven't seen them in years. That's someone who loves you. No, it doesn't have to be romantic love, and sex on the beach.
But just simple family members, can be just that someone who loves you more then who you think who loves you. Some are lucky enough to be aware of who loves them and who doesn't, but just a few hours ago, I was not aware of that. I was blinded with illusional love.
I thought someone loved me, but all they did was give me something fake. It's like a fake designer bag, you think it is good and worth something, but really it's just a phony. I have many people who love me, and I am aware of that now. And I forgot one of the people who love me, and that is my Uncle Niall.
I just finished telling the whole story to Uncle Niall. The WHOLE thing! Even when we had sex... And it was not easy... but I find redemption in saying 'hey I was abused, physically and emotionally, and I survived.' That's what I want to put in the world.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that kind of pain." Niall said clutching the wheel angry. "He's a dick." Niall's face got red.
"I should have been there for you. I knew your father wasn't going to do it." Niall mumbled. My dad? My dad did do what he could.
"It's not your fault, and for your information my dad was there for me. My dad always cared for me and he did what he can, if my dad couldn't save me from heartache who said you could?" I asked.
"Just think. Your dad let's you go to a big teenage party by yourself. What happened?" Niall asked, and I frowned. He was referring to the night I got raped.
"You know what, that's not a comfortable subject..." I said, and a tear ran down my cheek. I looked out the window and Niall looked at me and frowned.
"Look Darcy, I'm sorry I made you cry. I just am a little upset that guy took an advantage of you, more then once. Whether it was by force or manipulative behavior.
"It's ok." I said. After days and days, we finally got to my mum's house. Here I was again, home. About to see my family... and I couldn't weight. We walked up onto our stoop and rang the doorbell. No answer. We rang it again, and again no answer.
"Mom!?! Dad!?!" I said knocking on the door.
"Darcy!?!" Someone screamed. I turned around and it was Janison.
"Darcy!" Janison said and ran up onto the stoop and hugged me. We both went into tears and squeezed each other close.
"I heard he had you..." Janison said.
"He did..." I said and finally let go of her and wiped off my tears. Janison giggled.
"I don't want to make you all sad..." Janison said wiping her tears too. "This is a time of happiness... your home..." Janison said.
"You were missing! How did you come home!?!" I asked.
"What? You don't know?" Janison said, and her face became very serious.
