Bestfriends In Trouble

Epilogue

Ken's POV

5 YEARS LATER

My life's getting busier than ever. A deal here and there.

Im now the marketing supervisor in the company I work for. The L Fashion. Its a famous brand here in California. There are many shops opened for it.

We're trying to reach Paris. That's my biggest deal.

My phone rings while typing something on my laptop.

I answered, "Hi babe." Still typing.

"Hi. Are we still on for lunch?" My fiance asked.

"Of course. I miss you." I said. I felt that she's smiling on the other end.

"I miss you too. So you bettet get your ass in our usual place." She said and I chuckled.

"Got it." I said and hung up.

You wouldnt believe this but my fiance? Her name's Ann. As in Joyce Ann.

I couldnt believe it either. I just fell in love with her. She never left my side. So I realized some things. We've been dating for four years already. We went to the same high school and college. And Im happy with her.

I was about to close my laptop when a mail popped out on ny screen.

I opened it. My heart beats faster.

To: Ken Rogers

<kenrogers@thelfashion.com>

From: Feight Clifford

<cliffordfeight@ymail.com>

Hey loser.

Its me Feight Teers. But yeah. Im married already so you might be wondering about my last name.

Nevermind.

Im sorry for not reaching on you. I wanted to but you know some people stopped me.

But now I have a very valid reason.

There's an upcoming homecoming for us. Of course its your right to come. All of us will be there. Just please dont tell anyone that I told you this.

For more infos, you have to reply first sucker.

I miss you. But dont say a word about this to anyone or I'll tear tou to pieces when we meet again.

Love,

F8

Tears are fighting to fall down on my face. But I try to stop it. After five years, why just now? It has been to long. I never heard of Eleanor and our baby. I looked for them forever but couldnt find them . I hated Eleanor for it.

I emailed back Feight using my personal account.

From: Kenny Rogers

<kenissad@sucker.com>

To: Feight Clifford

<cliffordfeight@ymail.com>

Hey loser.

First of all. I hate you. I hate all of you.

Where's Eleanor? And my child?

I hate you so call me.

+1678271805827

Sucker,

Ken

Then after a few minutes, my phone rings.

An unknown number showed up.

I picked it up.

"Hey." I said. My heart's pounding.