The Devil's Playground

Epilogue: 10 Years Later

I got on with my life after that hell-hole. I was at the age of 28 and found someone special in my life, her name is Heather Boyce. She is the love of my life and the most perfect girl I have ever met, she's perfect in every single way. I simply cherish her and lover her with every single beat of my heart, we got married in our own back garden. It was absolutely amazing and perfect. We also adopted a boy named Jack, it took a while for him to settle in but he is now one of the family and he loves us, he is only 18 years old and is studying well at college in his computing course.

We live in a beautiful house on the hilltop and we even took a recent holiday to Tokyo, Japan and it was awesome to see how the Japanese culture live and learn a lot. It was recently shown on the news that the old asylum building in Birmingham was knocked down and the body of Wayne was found and his family was informed, they finalised by saying he was kidnapped, killed and left to be shown off to everyone to see and that they are looking for the murderer. Little did they know that it was me who killed him, I took Jack to college the next day and headed off to work. I was working in the police force as a detective, my dream job. After a long day I drove home to Heather and Jack, Jack gets a ride home from his friend, who lives quite far but finds the time to pick Jack up, Ben his name is.

The next day was Wayne's funeral and we decided to go, his family was there in tears and as they lowered his coffin into the grave, his mother, Rita was crying and begging them not to put him in the grave and began to wallow before her husband, Phil, pulled her back and comforted her. I told Heather that I would drive her home with Jack and that I had something to do really quick. "Please be careful babe." I assured her I would be fine and that I wouldn't be long. I drove back to the cemetery and stood over Wayne's grave to pay my respects and say that I wish things would have ended up differently then they did. I then drove back home.

But when I got home I was worried, my front door was open and the light was on. I pulled my gun out of curiosity and fear, I opened the door to find Heather asleep on the sofa and relief filled my body and I put my gun away, Jack must have left the door open accidentally. I went upstairs to see how he was and how college was, but when I knocked there was no answer. Was he asleep? I opened the door to find that he wasn't there and his window was wide open. I was worried and looked out of the window to see if he ran away, but I couldn't see him anywhere; when I looked back over to the bed there was a tape recorder with something in it. I pressed the playback button "Im not done playing...BRO."