I Was Saved By One Direction

Epilogue 5

blablabla i don't want to write the end bc it is sad

Kept that paragraph forever until now. P.S. this epilogue is long and it's not really sad I just hate writing endings. 

2032 I THINK, I'M NOT SURE, I'M NOT GOOD AT MATH. ALLISON'S 29TH BIRTHDAY. I FORGET THE DATE AND I'M TOO LAZY TO GO LOOK FOR IT.

My kids were playing around in the backyard. It took ages of everyone's convincing for me to agree to only the idea of them. It took another year and a half for me to actually be brave enough to start trying. To this day some of the men that took me when I was sixteen haven't been found and I'm constantly scared they will do something to our family. Yeah, I'm turning 29 in two hours but it still scares me.

The older boy with the blonde hair and blue eyes and the younger girl with blonde hair and brown eyes. Jackson and Sara. He was going to be turning five in October and Sara is going to turn three in December. They were growing up so fast, it was downright insane. Jackson starts kindergarten in a few weeks. I am going to cry, there isn't any doubt in that. 

But one day they would have to know. They would have to find out about me...and all the things that happened to me and what I went through. It was a subject studied in Health after they had "the talk". They only didn't explain some of my story, there are others too. Dad threw the biggest party when they asked and I said yes. Not only that but I have to come in once. Everyone knows it's a big step for me to share any of it.

My children would never understand though...they wouldn't get the nights where I woke up screaming. The only ones I told everything to, were dad and Niall, they were the only ones that could get me to calm down. My kids wouldn't understand the hallucinations I have, because they don't know what I was like. What the real feeling of it was.

The hallucinations were the absolute worst. Even more than the nightmares. It would be a day and everything would be normal and suddenly Peter would be standing there with guns. PTSD is a b****.

I started getting them when I was eighteen so that's what stopped me from going to Julliard when we found out that dad was the only one who could get me to stop freaking out. I would see it, scream, and have a panic attack. The kids have become used to it. I have one like every other day and I despise watching them jump.

"Stop freaking out babe." A voice pulls me out of my thoughts as an arm wraps around my waist. I look up to see Niall. I can't help but smile when I see him. "We're all fine."

"Yeah." I wipe my face clean of tears. "It's just hard."

"I know." Niall kisses my head. 

"How did I ever get so lucky to have you?" I ask.

"That's what I ask myself everyday." Niall tells me. "Jackson! Get off the tractor! We're mowing tomorrow!"

"But I wanna drive!" Jackson whines.

"If you don't get off daddy's tractor he won't let you help tomorrow." I warn him.

"Really?" Jackson's eyes widen. I nod. He immediately climbs off and runs over to us.

"Mummy." A squeaky voice calls out. We look down to see Sara tugging on my jeans. "There's someone at the door."

"Something tells me that's your grandpa!" I exclaim.

"YAY!" They cheer, racing inside. They were absolutely in love with him! I don't know what gets them so excited. Niall and I walk in after them. Jack was already pulling open the door. "Grandpa!"

"Hey!" Dad shouts, scooping them up off the ground.

"Yep, leave me to carry the kid, make sure the other kid doesn't run off, and carry the present." Mum says while she comes in. I laugh and take Nathan for her.