FOUND II [COMPLETED]

Epilogue

Isabella

Two months later

"It's so nice out here."

I glanced over my shoulder and saw Jeremiah walking up. He gave me a half-smile and I returned it.

"Yeah, it is." I replied, turning back around to face the ocean. We were on a yacht somewhere in the middle of Italy and it really was beautiful out here. The weather was basically perfect too; not too hot, but warm enough to enjoy being outside. It was peaceful.

"How long have you been standing out here? I feel like I haven't seen you in a minute." Jeremiah asked while leaning against the railing beside me. I glanced at him again, and he was staring off at the water. I feel like we've both been extremely distant from everything lately, especially each other, so there was no doubt that this conversation was a bit awkward.

"Uh, maybe twenty minutes?" I guessed before shrugging. "I really don't know, I don't have my phone on me."

Jeremiah nodded slowly. "Yeah, me neither."

We stood in a comfortable silence for a few minutes until I sighed heavily and leaned back. I had a lot going on in my head, I have for the past two months, but I haven't vocalized much of it. I feel like it's more stressful to talk about the things that make me stressed versus keeping them to myself, which is why I choose to stay quiet. But, since we were so far away from home, and away from any lawyers, judges, or a police officers, I felt like it was okay to air my dirty laundry a little bit. Especially since it would only be to Jeremiah.

"Do you think I'm gonna go to prison?" I whispered, staring down at my feet as Jeremiah turned to look at me. It was something I thought about every night; a consistent thought I've had since the moment I pulled the trigger on Gina. I didn't fully regret it, but I knew I was partially in the wrong. Murder is murder.

"No." I heard, and hesitantly looked up. Jeremiah was frowning. "You have no reason to go to prison, B. It was self defense. If these fucking white cops can kill black people everyday without repercussions, I think you can do the same with the woman who attempted to murder our mother."

I rolled my eyes a little and nodded. "I know, I just, I don't know what's going to happen." I said quietly, feeling my eyes start to water. I really didn't want to cry over it, but this situation has definitely gotten to me. "I'm really scared. The trial starts next month and I'm scared it's not going to turn out how we're expecting it to." I stressed, nervously twirling a strand of hair around my finger. "What am I supposed to do if I go to jail? I can't survive in there. They'd kill me. I mean, look at me."

The last line was meant for humor purposes, but Jeremiah didn't seem to find it funny.

"Bella, stop aight?" Jeremiah said, cutting me off. I blew my breath a little in response. "You're innocent. Everyone knows that, so this little trial is gonna be a breeze. And our parents have the best lawyers in the fucking world, you're gonna be fine sis. I promise." He said while looking me in the eye. I sighed reluctantly and nodded as he nudged my shoulder. "Don't stress over it. Everything's going to be fine. Okay?"