Enough said.

❝ epilogue ❞

Two years later ....

Zonnique sighed miserably, sitting on the couch. She missed Zoey terribly and it was killing her inside. Its been a whole two years since she's seen him. After leaving the hospital, Zoey went missing. No one knew where nor how. He was announced dead by the police and therefore all charges were dropped. But Zonnique wouldn't believe that. She knew he had to out there somewhere. She stood from the couch and walked outside. Kami would be getting off the school bus any moment now. Zonnique headed outside in her white maxi skirt, black tank and sandals. Her long flowing blonde hair danced in the wind as she walked. Over these two years a lot had changed about Nique. She wanted to become a better person not only for herself- but for her sister. Zonnique had grew up. She watched as her seven year old sister ran off the bus with her long hair swinging. Kami smiled and hugged Nique tightly, embracing her sister.

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Once Kami and I finished dinner, she went to bed and I went to my room. I hated that I always had to keep this happy composure. I was no where near happy right now. The only thing I want is Zoey and to know he's alright. Words can't explain how much I miss him. I'm still grieving the fact he just left. He left... me. Right after I saved him. It seems selfish but maybe it was for a good reason. I sighed at the thought and went to my drawers. I picked up the first thing I found which was of his shirts. It was the oversized hockey jersey he loved. I took my clothes off and slipped into that.

As I took my phone off the charger, it began ringing and Bahja's name appeared on the screen. She's the only person I've kept in contact with. I trust her- not saying I don't trust Ro or Isaiah but we have a different connection. I answered the phone and plopped down on my bed.

"Hey girl." She greeted smacking on some type of food.

"Hey Bahja, how you doing?" I asked laying on my stomach.

"Good but I miss you Nique and so does Romero. I wish you'd tell us where you are, its been like two years." She whined over the phone.

"Sorry but I can't do that. I just need to be alone right now and get myself together." I sighed deeply. "How's Romero doing?"

"He's okay I guess. I barely see him now that he has a new girlfriend." Bahja scoffed. "She's so damn clingy and annoying."

I laughed in disbelief. That boy changes girlfriends more than underwear. "I bet.."

"Yeah he always talk about you and the girlfriend gets so jealous." Bahja snickered.

"What does he say?" My eyebrow arched a bit.

"How good of friend you are and you guys old memories or whatever."

"Aw.. well tel him I miss his whore ass too."

We both laughed.

"Alright girl. Well I gotta get going but I'll text you later, okay Nique?"

"Okay Bahj." I smiled a bit and pressed the end button.

Its always nice talking to her a few times out of the weak. It gets lonely out here, way in Mexico. No friends, no family. No Zoey. I just laid there on my bed softly crying into the pillow and sniffling. I've never felt this way before. My heart just hearts so much and I'm overly emotional. Usually I'm not the one to cry but damn. That day at the hospital I thought I'd lose him but god sent a miracle. Then a few days after his surgery, he just vanished. No evidence on the cameras or anything. The police searched then gave up, declaring him dead months later. A lot of people were happy. It made me sick that they saw Zoey as this evil person. He was far from what they thought.