FINAL CHAPTER

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A/N- THIS CHAPTER ID DEDICATED TO @Queeningg Queeningg and @Enchanted_Boo for your wonderful comments that always made me smile. so this is the final chapter of beneath his mask. thanks you all for showing an interest in my story. I love you guys

Numb. If there was a word that could best describe how i was feeling, it would be numb. Everybody else stood accusing me of being the traitor who gave a valuable company asset which is exactly the way how it looked as well. i don't know why or how the footage showed me and who could be behind all this, all i knew was that i was being framed and i desperately wanted to know by whom and why.

I was being framed and i didn't even know why. I am not someone important in the company nor do i have a position ofimportance.so why would someone want to get rid of me? everyone stood there watching me suspiciously like a criminal for something i didn't even do but that wasn't even the worst part. Hell, that was the part i could bear but what really got to me was that even damien believed that i did it. Even though i knew it woud be only natural for him to because the footage showed so, it still hurt that the guy who trusted me with all his torments of his pasts and whom i trusted with mine didn't trust me.

When he kept quiet when i begged him to say something was all the answers i needed that i needn't stay there any longer.

I took a cold shower letting the water soothe my body from all the exhaustion of the day but it did vey little to nothing to soothe the ache in my chest which i felt right now. i didn't even realise i was crying until i felt warm liquid roll down my cheeks. I couldn't help myself any longer and started to sob in the shower, letting all the frustrations of the day out through my tears. I stopped when i heard a knock on my door.

"becca." I heard cindy's voice call out to me. i wiped my tears away and tried to sound as normal as i could

"yeah?"

"are you ok?" this time it was andy asking me this.

"yeah." I replied.

"we are in the livig room if you want to talk." Cindy said and i could sense the worry in her voice. god! I hate that i somehow involved my best friends in this drama. They said nothing after that and i suspected that they left. God !this was so frustrating. I am not going to be one of those weaklings who lets the bad things get in the way of her life. If damien didn't trust me then fine, that was his descision. Here was mine, i am going to move on from all this no matter how hard it seems right now.

I got out of the shower and got dressed and just plopped down in my bed, i really just wanted to rest for a while.

"becca. There is a delievery for you." i heard cindy yell out to me again.

"i'll be right there." i say and headed out of my room.

"delievery for Rebecca jones." The delievery boy said as he handed me a package. I took it and signed on the receipt.

"what is it?" cindy asked.

"It's from my brother." I say as i opened the package. There were some books i had liked and asked sam to give it to me when he was done with them, there was a packet of these bearbeque flavoured chips which was only available in a supermarket near his place which i loved and pestered him to get for me and there was an envelope.i opened the the envelope to see that it was pictures from dad's birthday.

"these are pretty good." Andy said leaning over.

I smiled as i looked at each one of them, my dad looked so happy in them. It was great to see him smile like that.

"my brother has a flair for photography. He specialises in candid pictures. He always told me that te best way to capture special moments is through candid pictures because people won't be able to fake it in them." I say as i go through the pictures smiling to myself but my smile fades when i come across a particular picture of me with damien on the balcony. i was leaning back against the railing while damien was looking at me with what seemed to look of affection as i smiled fondly at him. there was a note stapled to the picture which read

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