Two Faced

Epilogue

The grass swayed in the subtle breeze, flowers surrounded a large, engraved stone.

Engraved on the stone, was the name of my best friend, Grace.

Years... Years, had passed since the incident with Rick, and although the police stated they tried their hardest to find Rick – they didn't. There was no trace left of him.

To this day, I will not know how he escaped... after being so nearly caught, he still managed to slip out of the cuffs that he so desperately belongs in.

I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder, causing me to turn my head. I looked at the slightly-empty eyes of Jason. He placed a kiss on the top of my head.

"It's time to go, Tristan." He softly spoke into my ear.

I let out a sigh, nodding my head in agreement. I came to Grace's grave every few weeks, occasionally meeting the unwavering eyes of her father.

Wishing I could say we remained close, but I only felt guilt inside of me. As though I dragged Grace to her death.

Jason placed a hand on my now, slightly large stomach, smiling. "I'm sure Grace is looking down, threatening me if I don't raise this little one right." Jason jokingly said before taking my hand and leading us down towards our car.

As we drove home, I stared out the window.

My life now consisted of therapy sessions, and making sure the child inside of me is as happy as I was – if happier—than I, before Rick appeared in my life.

As much as I missed Grace and wanted revenge on Rick, it was out of my control.

Paranoia occasionally creeped up on me, and I felt like someone was watching me, but when I turned my head... no one was ever there.

Reassuring as it was to have Jason there, with me, constantly by my side.

I couldn't shake the uneasiness that would plague me, until I seen Rick behind bars.