Abducted

Epilougue

It's been nine years. Nine years since they've found me. Nine years since Sam died. Nine years since the abuse has ended. But not the torture.

Bonnie and I had been placed in foster homes. We were seperated. When the kids found out that I had been kidnapped and watched my mother die, they stayed away from me. If they mentioned my mother, I'd lash out at them. But it wasn't their fault, it was Sam's fault.

I became a lousy cashier at Walmart. I'm still not married. I'm not even dating. I don't trust many people, just Bonnie. I live in a small apartment with a german shepard, Rusty. I have nightmares every night and go to intensive therapy. It doesn't help.

No one can erase the feeling of my mother's blood splattering my shins. No one can erase the fear I had felt. Not even my distrust of ice cream can be demolished. But I try.

I sit in a chair, staring across the desk.

"Ms. Thorn, I have a surprise for you. Please try to remain calm this time."My therapist, Joe Backsley, says. I nod. Backsley presses a button and a man in his forties walks in. I look at him blankly.

"Do you know who this is?" Backsley asks. I shake my head. The man looks at me, a look of regret painted on his face.

"I'm so sorry, Emily." the man says. A tear slides down his cheek and all the pieces fall into place.

"Jackson?" I whisper. Jackson nods. I begin to cry. Jackson kneels in front of me.

"Please," he croaks,"forgive me." He takes my hands in his and looks me in the eye. I see all the regret, the sorrow. He had been looking for me all these years. I wipe my eyes.

"I forgive you," I say softly. I hug Jackson. That was the first piece of progress I had made in order to be okay again. And I knew that one day I would be okay.

A/N This is the end of Abducted. Hooray! If you want to read a seaquel, go check out MeowKat23 and MinecraftDragon's pages. I am a little sad that this is the end. Thank you for reading Abducted!