A Very Jackass Family

The End- Part One

So here it is. The end of Nessa and Johnny's story. This will be a lengthy chapter and the final installment of this story. Because of how long it will be, it will be broken up into two parts. There will be no sequel or continuance of this story, but there will be an epilogue. You guys all 100% voted for Ending A. If you guys want, after the epilogue, I'll post what would've been Ending B.

With that being said, I just want to say thank you for all your support during this story. I've lost some readers and I've had some stick with me even through all the hiatuses. Even though some have left, I still appreciate the support all the same. Every time I see the amount of views my story has, I'm always amazed. Thank you so much!

And now we finish this.

Nessa's POV:

I flinched away from his touch as he tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. My stomach churned every time he would touch me. Before Alessandra was born, he was somewhat gentle, though he screamed a lot. Ever since she was born two weeks ago, he had become increasingly more harsh. He had me playing this sick twisted game of house with him. Playing along was the only way to keep him at bay and happy.

"When you're finished, do you mind getting started on the laundry?" Sam asked, as he sat at the table, waiting for his breakfast.

I nodded, "I need to bathe Alessandra first."

He smiled at me, "Of course. Our daughter comes first."

My stomach did flips and I had to suppress the urge to puke. He had convinced himself that Alessandra was for some reason his and that we were all one big happy family. I didn't understand how someone could be so damn crazy.

Instead of throwing myself over the kitchen sink to vomit I just nodded and placed the plate of bacon and eggs in front of him with a mug of coffee before heading upstairs to the nursery. Alessandra was still sleeping. I smiled as I picked her up gently.

She looked so much like Johnny, she had his nose and brown hair. I stroked her cheek softly, leaning down to kiss her forehead. As I was undressing her for the bath she woke up. I hummed to her softly as I placed her in a tub on her changing table. She was a pretty low maintenance baby. Never cried and always seemed amazed with her surroundings.

After her bath, I placed her in her carrier downstairs as I started the laundry. Sam was upstairs in his office, doing god knows what. But I didn't care, as long as he was away from me.

I looked out at the back yard with longing. I wasn't allowed outside and all the doors leading outside had locks that required keys to open them. I didn't know where I was. I didn't even know if I was still in Pennsylvania.

All I did know was that I missed my family. I missed Bam and all the jokes we played on each other. I missed my parents and the support they always had for me. I had so many questions about being a mom and no one to ask. I missed Dunn and the rest of the Jackass crew, they were like a second family to me.

But most of all I miss Johnny. I missed him like hell, my heart hurt when I thought of him. His smile, his scent. The way my heart fluttered when he touched me or kissed me. God I missed being in his arms. I reached up and wiped away the tears that had escaped while I was lost in my thoughts.

I looked over at Alessandra and smiled. I didn't know if I would ever see Johnny again, but at least in some way I had a piece of him with me always.

Johnny's POV:

Bam and I hadn't talked since the bar fight and I didn't really care. He was being stupid and an ass. I spent most of my days in town still canvassing the streets myself. Whenever I was at the house, I avoided Castle Bam and was in my own house.

It was weird being there without Nessa. Every time I would pass the nursery I had to fight the urge to break down and cry right then and there. There was still no break in the case and I was beginning to fear the worst. That I would never see her or my daughter again. I couldn't even think about the things that sicko might be doing to them. If I did I just went into a rage again.

I missed the way I would wake up in the morning with a face full of her hair. How she would always make me laugh with her horrible celebrity impressions. Hell, I even missed her attitude when she thought I was wrong or needed to be put in my place. I just missed having her at my side overall, good or bad times.

I had promised myself if I ever got her back I would never mess it up ever again. I would never argue with her, just kiss her and tell her she's right. I would never touch another drink and act like I did over the holidays. I would be the perfect man for her and father for our daughter. And I would make her mine for good. If she came back to me, I was going to marry her, cherish her. Tell her every second how much I loved her.

Nessa's POV:

This was it. This was my chance. Possibly the only and last chance I would get. Every time at 2 o'clock the mail came. That was the closest I came to human interaction. Sam had a thing where he wanted to mail to be brought to him in his office ASAP. So that meant I had to be at the door the minute it came through the slot. 

So that's what I was doing. I was busying myself by folding laundry in the living room as I waited. Occasionally I would look out through the slightly see through curtains to see if the mailman was coming down the walk. I sighed and turned back to the laundry when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. 

My felt my heart leap, it was him! I quickly made it over to the door with the slip of paper firmly pressed in my closed fist. I grabbed the stack of mail as soon as it came through the flap before the mailman could even let it go. In return I slipped my note through it, praying he wasn't already gone. I made my way over to the couch, leaning over the back of the couch and pulling back the curtain slightly. 

He was still standing there, the note in his hands reading it. He looked around, probably wondering if this was a joke. He glanced to his right and caught my eye. I pressed my hands together in a praying gesture and silently thanked God before mouthing the words 'Help' to him. 

I jumped when the silence around me was broken with the sound of the office door upstairs unlocking and opening. I quickly waved the mailman off and he just nodded, quickly making his way down the porch steps and heading away from the house. Hopefully he would get that I was serious and not a joke. 

I grabbed the stack of mail from the arm rest of the couch. 

"Darling?" Sam called down the stairs. My skin crawled but I answered. 

"Coming. I was just finishing the laundry. I have the mail."

I headed upstairs knowing that my chance at freedom laid on the shoulders of some random mailman, who probably thought it was a prank. I silently said one more prayer as I made my way up the stairs. Please let me be reunited again.