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Epilogue 4 - Rise

*Lacey's POV*

I wake up instantly rushing to get dressed after remembering somewhere else my scumbag of a father could be keeping my little boy.

*FLASHBACK*

"Lacey darling," my dad pulls me into his hip and drapes an arm over my shoulders, "I can't believe my little girl is sixteen years old!" He places his index finger below my chin and holds it in the palm of his hand, "so beautiful."

I blush at his choice of words, for some reason I've always hated when my parents fussed over me. Calling me a 'little girl' or some other nickname that I had acquired. Come to think of it I hate any fussing, it makes me feel pressured in one way or another.

My white sun dress whips up around my body as we look down at my cousins who are running around in their little swim shorts and swimming costumes, we're at our beach house for my birthday having a lavish party. I've always loved it here, it's my second home in fact I may even go as far as saying that I'd call it my first. It's nice to be here as its left empty for most of the year, it's a shame really.

"Someday," dad muses, "when you have children of your own I'll bring them here and they can enjoy the beach just like you do."

I never really like these sorts of conversations, they make me uneasy and uncomfortable. I don't like looking that far into the future, what will happen will happen. Maybe I'll have kids and maybe I won't. Who knows?
*MEMORY FADES*

The beach house. How the hell didn't I think of that damn beach house!

I quickly pull out some clothes from the wardrobe, tying up the laces on my boots as I kiss Harley goodbye on his soft fluffy ears.

The beach house. That is where my baby is!

**************************************Noah's POV*

"Are you sure that you're telling us the truth Georgia?" My dad questions Lacey's mother through gritted teeth, "because I don't think you are."

She slams her perfectly manicured hand down onto the desk, "I swear to you on my daughter's life that I don't know where he his!"

Well your daughter's life has been in countless amounts of danger thanks to your so called husband. Now my son's is, so start talking!

I feel my temper rise as I watch her through the one way glass of the observation office that overlooks the interrogation room, the audacity of this woman is unbelievable.

"So let's set the record straight," my dad sighs getting frustrated, "you weren't aware that your husband installed a tracking chip into your daughters' neck?"

I chuckle to myself, that sentence just sounds too screwed up. It's obvious that it's a lie, how could you not know? She's married to the man, lived under the same roof as him for years. How can you not know something like that? It's her only daughter, her only child.

"No!" She leans forward on the desk, "I wouldn't let him do that, what kind of mother would I be if I let him do that?"

Well you aren't a good mother anyway. Selfish cow.

"So how would he have installed the chip without you knowing so?" My dad asks leaning forward towards her face, she instantly backs off being the coward that she is, "you must have kept a very close eye on your daughter, I mean being the great mother that you are and all?"