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*Epilogue

Alexa's POV

I sit on the plain brown couch, and grab the remote from the glass coffee table. I turn the small television on, and turn on Netflix.

"Blake?" I call out, my eyes scanning across the 'My List' section.

"Yeah?" I faintly hear him call out from the bedroom.

"What show do you want to watch?" I reply back with, turning my head when I hear a door open to see Blake walking out, shirtless.

I quickly look away, not able to hide the intense heat rising to my cheeks.

Even if we'd been dating for almost a year, I can't help but get embarrassed about the smallest of things, like this.

After we'd gotten to the police station, we went through a series of investigations. After they figured we were being serious and believable, they had us stay at the station.

Not long after, Xander was caught along with his 'crew'. Turns out, he was being looked for for a very long time. Also turns out, he has been a criminal for almost twenty years but had never been caught until now of course.

Afterward, they let us leave spot free. They recommended a doctor's appointment, and I was admitted to physical therapy to tend with the trauma I went through.

I went back home, and my parents weren't even there. Turns out, they went on vacation. Once they returned home, they didn't even care that I was missing. They just assumed I ran away. My siblings didn't even bat an eye at me.

I decided to leave and move in with Blake after graduation. We both had decent jobs so we could easily support ourselves. After I became more confident and healed mostly of the physical and mental scars, I made the first move. I asked him out, to which he was very shocked but said yes. Then after a couple dates, we became an official couple, and here we are today, me enrolled in an online college.

He chuckles, and comes to sit next to me. I am still looking away from him, and I feel him take the remote out of my hands. He selects a show, and I hear the intro start.

He leans over and grabs my cheek, moving my head towards him. He connects our lips, and we kiss. After a bit, he adds a distance and looks into my eyes. I look back, still very aware of my tomato red face and the shirtless Blake in front of me. Shamelessly, I try my hardest to not look.

We stare for a long time, with the show playing in the background. We were to concentrated on the eye lock to even notice. Then he speaks,

"Thank you Alexa." I look at him confused. Why is he thanking me?

"Thank you for giving me another chance. Thank you for teaching me how to forgive myself." I smile, a feeling of pride rushing through me.

"I love you Alexa." From the emotion swirling through his eyes, I know he's telling it from the heart. I know that he means it, and that I mean it too.

"I love you Blake."

And I know, that from every ounce of my heart and being, that what I say is true. That I couldn't be happier.

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Andrew's POV

I sit in the cell on the old, hard, rusty cot that is completely mattress and pillowless. The completely opposite of 'comfortable', quite a pain in the neck. Literally. This is definitely not the place you want to be at. Especially me, but I'm not going to be here long.

If there's one thing I'm glad about in this wretched place, however, is that I don't have a roommate. They obviously designed this place to have two-four people per cell. The prison is designed for high crime juveniles. Not your everyday jo shmo, little theives. Definitely not. Way too secure for that. I should be honored.

There's not too many of us though, so they had more than enough room to give us our own cells.

I know Sir is planning his escape this very moment - wherever he his, probably the Pentagon for what he's done - and I know he'll escape.

Before I know it, he'll be here practically breaking down the doors. He needs me, I know he does. I know too much for him to just leave me here to rot. And when he does, I'll make it my duty to track Blake and Alexa down. Even if it takes me years. I'll hunt them down, and if Sir doesn't, I'll kill them. I'll kill them slowly, and painfully. I'll make them wish they were never born.

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