Stolen {Under Major Editing}

*Epilogue Cont.

Alexa's POV

It's currently Saturday in mid October and I just returned from watching two adorable little three year old twins, a girl and a boy. They were identical yet so different in their own ways. They got along so well with each other, it was so sweet, and I wish I had a relationship like that with my siblings. The good thing was that they were well behaved though.

As I sit on the black couch, I wait for Blake to get home from work. His shift ends at 8 pm and it takes him approximately 30 minutes to get home. It is currently 8:24 pm so he should be home before too long. As I predicted, he arrived no more than 10 minutes after.

"Hey. How was work?" I ask, looking to him. He puts his keys in our bowl that we store them in and hangs up his jacket.

"Boring as usual. But I got my paycheck today." He says, coming to sit next to me.

This past year has been extremely hard on Blake. I could tell he really didn't forgive himself, but I try my best to show him he did nothing wrong.

"That's good." I say, and lean over to kiss him. Our lips touch, and I smile after. It's nice to think how much we've grown and come.

"Well it's Saturday and neither of us have to work tomorrow. How about ordering some pizza and watching some Netflix?" He says, wrapping his arm around me.

I lean into his chest. "Sounds great." And it truly does. How much we've grown up. How much has changed. It's all great thinking about it now. It truly does. Here we are, living in our own apartment together supporting ourselves, almost graduating and going to college together. How much better life has become. How amazing it is. And to think, how this all came to be. How this all started. Something so tragic, but yet has caused us to grow to who we are now. Strong, brave, independent, together.

And to think, it was all because of me, Alexa Barnes, being stolen.

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Xander's POV

As I walk down the cold, musty, concrete hallway, the chains across my wrists and ankles rattle eerily against the cold floor. The two large guards behind me snicker and shove me to walk faster.

The guards are much larger than I am, with a towering 6'11" To my 6'5". I'm tall, but not ridiculously tall like these guards are.

I frown, and try to keep my anger at bay. It wouldn't do so well to let it get the best of me now. Who do these people think they are? Oh, just you wait until I get out of here. You'll be the first people I kill then I'll go get Andrew. I need his help.

We arrive at the end of the gun-filled hallway to the thick door with only one small bulletproof window probably about the size of my forearm each way.

A loud beep goes off and the small light turns from red to green. The door pops open, and a puff of air could be felt. I walk in, and the first thing I notice is that there's no handle on the inside.

The room is freakishly bright, and the only thing in the room was a small bench made of concrete - just like everything else in this building it seems.

They didn't tell me anything of where I am, I could only assume it's somewhere fortified. It's going to take me a bit of effort to escape, but I will. I've done this before and I'll do it again, and again, and again.

I go and sit down on the bench, facing the guards. I give them a look, and they just look back with a very smug look on their faces.

One was a dark skinned - about chocolate colored, shaved headed man. The other looked to be a Korean man with black hair going just to his chin.

They continue to look at me to where it gets annoying. I can't help but irritadely ask,

"What are you looking at?" I say, with every ounce of hatred in my voice as possible.

"Oh, nothing. Just enjoying the fact that those years spent looking for you worked out in the end. And because of what? A teenage boy and girl. Such a shame." The dark-skinned man says, with every ounce of conceitedness a person could probably hold.

I scowl, and they laugh as they head out of the room. The door seals shut after them with a click, the light turning red again. Signalling it's locked.

Just you wait until I get out of here. You'll wish you never spoke to me. Oh how I'll enjoy slitting your throat.

But until then, I must plan. This is definitely one of the hardest places I've ever needed to escape, but with dedication, it'll happen. And once it does, Blake and Alexa better watch out. Because when I find them, they're going to wish they were never born.

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And THE END! I edited it so if you read the epilogue BEFORE I changed it, I highly suggest rereading. But alas, the end!!!