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Epilogue 2 - Pieces

*Lacey's POV*

I step out of the patio doors and onto the fake grass that is fenced off, I inhale sharply trying to clear my racing thoughts. I can hear my mother's strangled sobs from the lounge, Noah attempting to calm her down.

I need to grab Mack and then we're leaving here and never coming back, I was stupid to think I could in the first place. I focus my eyes on the plastic lawn, in my immediate line of vision I can't see Mack.

"Mackenzie," I call out, "Mackenzie darling?"

I hope to hear some sort of noise, a babble or a giggle. Nothing.
I turn the corner, nothing. Then the panic sets in as I dash back towards the doors to see if he's inside back with Noah.

"Is Mackenzie with you?" I ask frantically sticking my head around the doorframe.

"No," he says coming towards me, "I thought he was outside, I thought you were getting him."

I let out a noise that sounds like something between a cry of despair and a dog yelping out. Tears well up in my eyes when I realise that I don't have my little boy with me, my baby.

"He couldn't have gone far Lacey," mother says still keeping her distance from me.

Then it hits me, what this is probably all about.
"This was you!" I say marching up to her, "you did this, you've taken my baby!"

I carry on walking, pointing my index finger in her face as she backs up into the wall, cornered.
"Your little sob story, 'oh Lacey I'm sorry, I haven't seen him since'," I mock her words.

The look on her face is priceless, "I swe-"

I cut her off, "it was a distraction, you're in on it with him!" I yell in her face, "you've taken my son!"

I don't think I just act, I get out of her face before I do something I regret and go back into the garden desperately hoping that he's somewhere out there.

"Mackenzie!" I shout at the top of my lungs, "Mackenzie where are you?"

I sink to my knees in the middle of the lawn, bawling my eyes out as I hold my head in my hands. I feel Noah kneel down beside me, he pulls me into his arms trying to comfort me but I can tell he's crying too.

"We're gonna call my dad okay?" He says pulling out his phone, "we're going to get our baby back."

I sob into his chest as I listen to him explain everything to Mike, I notice how he's struggling to hold it together so I grip onto his waist a little tighter.

He finishes up the phone call, "it's h-him," I sob, "he's t-taken Mackenzie."

"Shhh," he soothes picking me up from the grass and carrying me bridal style back into the house.

Everything is hazy and I suddenly feel very sick and light headed, I begin to hear a ringing in my ears and black dots appear in my vision.

"Where's her room?" I faintly hear Noah ask.

I don't want to go there, I don't want to see it.

"Top floor," mother sobs sounding defeated.

Everywhere feels numbs, and then I can't keep my eyes open anymore.

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*Noah's POV*

I put Lacey into her old bed, it's quite freaky really as I realise that all of her old photos are still pinned to her walls. Everything seems to be as to how she would have left it the day that she ran away. She'd hate that.