Loves Me, Loves Me Not

Epilogue (Version 1)

A/N at the end

RECAP:

All four of us went out for dinner that night, and reenacted the plan until it was drilled into my mind.

Epilogue: v

'Breathe,' I command, 'Breathe Tori, breathe.'

The feelings erupting in my stomach were driving me insane.

'This can not be happening. Please no, no, no, NO!' My lips trembled, my body shook, but no tears fell.

*Hours Earlier*

"Hello?" The ringing finally stopped, and his deep voice bringing goose bumps to my skin.

I took one final breath before stating, "It is me."

"Tori? I was wondering when I'd hear from you again. Enjoy Queensland? How is the boy toy?" He taunted.

"Cut the crap Kevin, prove to me she is alive, or I'm telling everyone the truth."

I could picture his eyebrows raising at the challenge. "I can send you a -"

"Take me to her." I cut him off, "That's my one and only offer, or my story is going world wide in under a minute."

"You know what I said will happen Tori, I'll kill her."

"Kevin, that's not a threat if she is already dead." I feel a smirk forming, for once I have all the power.

"She's well and breathing, Tori, she's been asking- No, begging to go home, she misses her sister." He played that well.

I swallowed the ball that was arising in my throat, "I'll believe it when I see it."

"When and where?"

I pretend to think, "Tonight, local star bucks."

"I'll be there 8:30 sharp." He says.

"I'm making the rules here," I remind him, "I'm somewhere at 8:30, we are meeting at 9."

He sighs, good. "Fine." He agrees.

"Goodbye, Kevin." I end the call before he could respond.

"Tori?" Tyler's head pops through my bedroom door.

"Hey baby," I smile sweetly as he walks in.

"What happened?" He asks, plopping down on my bed next to me.

I roll on my side to face him, "Nothing, but I'm leaving our date early tonight, I have to meet someone at Starbucks at 9."

"Is there something you're not telling me?" He questioned, cupping my chin.

"No, I tell you everything. Trust me." I answer.

Tyler chuckles, "Okay, stay safe babe."

I peck his lips, "I will."

*

I'd come prepared. I wore black leggings that cling to me like a second skin. At least if I had to run, they wouldn't get caught on anything, I'm clumsy enough on my own thanks. I wore a matching black tight tee, and a bright red hoodie, so people could recognize me if I went missing. Yep, I was freaking out a bit. My hair was in a ponytail, and I had a black backpack on, containing my phone, a torch, some clothes, water and food for Vanessa if she was there... And alive.

Vanessa. The thought of even being where she is, it's unbelievable. What if she is alive? What if I can take her home? I wonder how long her hair is, and if her and I will still look kind of identical. Just to see how much her personality has changed. It must have. She's been kidnapped, raped and most likely mentally broken. My poor sister.