Chapter Eighteen
"So let me get this straight," the police officer eyes us, "you guys have some kind of super magical power that allows your dreams to be used to show murders that are going on around the world?"
We all nod our heads in agreement.
He shakes his head in disbelief. "You know, in any other condition I wouldn't believe it, but here it is. Solid proof."
"I told you we weren't lying," the strange man said.
The police officer throws his hands up in the surrender stance, "Hey, I believe you. But for now, I suggest you go home until we figure things out."
I go to say something, but Mac puts his hand on me to stop me.
"Okay, thank you," he tells the police officer. Standing up he offers me his hand and I take it.
We walk out of the station in silence. Once we reach the entrance of the station, the strange man nods to us before disappearing into the crowd of people.
"What do we do now?" I look at Mac.
"We wait. Go home. Try to get on with our lives," he shrugs.
I give him a sideways glance, "What do you mean 'get on with our lives'?"
He sighs, "Look, Peyton, as much fun as it's been being with you and everything, we come from two completely different worlds. It'll never work and I don't want to make it work. I love you, I really do, and that is why I'm leaving. Go back to Harrison, you guys can make it work."
"Mac," I whisper.
"Goodbye, Peyton," he kisses the top of my head.
I search for the right words to say that'll make him stay. Sadly, I come up empty.
He gives me one last look before turning away from me.
"Mac!"
He keeps walking.
"Mac," my voice comes out as a strangled cry, this time.
He ignores me completely. Just as he fades into the crowd, I whisper, "Please don't leave me."
But he left me. Alone. In New York City.
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The taxi drops me off at the gate to my house. "Thanks," I tell the driver, as I hand him the money. He nods, then speeds off.
I look up at the mansion standing in front of me. I've lived in this house for forever, it's always been home to me. Now it looks like somebody else's home.
Sighing, I begin the trek up to the mansion. A few minutes later, I ring the doorbell. Good ole Gerry answers.
"Miss, you're home!" he says excitedly.
"I've missed you too," I feign a laugh.
"Is that Peyton I hear?" my mother's voice rings throughout the entryway, as she enters with father, and Harrison trailing right behind them.
My mother rushes over and scoops me up into a hug, along with my father. "Oh Peyton, we're so sorry. Please never leave us again. We were worried sick and we missed you," my mother cries.
"I'm really sorry," I mumble, patting her back.
Eventually, they let go and Harrison comes over.
"It's good to have you back, and I'm really sorry for how I acted before you left. Please forgive me?" he pleads.
"You're forgiven, but guys," I turn to everyone, "I'm really tired, I'm just gonna go to bed."
I don't wait for a reply, before heading upstairs. Opening my door, I see that everything is exactly how I left it. That is except for the note on my bed.
Curious, I walk over and pick it up. Opening it, I immediately drop it on the bed before feeling my face pale.
Next time I won't miss.
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Hey y'all! So here's another chapter. This story is almost done! I'm so excited for the last little bit of it. And Liana Liberato portrays Peyton. Thanks for reading!
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