Epilogue
Six years later...
I stumble out of the club and into the alley. Clutching my churning stomach, I slowly make my way out onto the sidewalk.
"Hey, pretty lady," a voice whispers in my ear.
I roll my eyes. "Nice try, Jared," I push him away.
"Come on, baby, we can make it real quick," he grins.
"No way. I'm not your baby," I spin around and start to walk off.
He grabs my arm and yanks me back. "Oh no you don't, bitch."
I start to scream, but his hand covers my mouth. He drags me into a dark alley, somehow we draw no attention to ourselves.
My mind is fuzzy, I can't fight back properly.
"Let me go," I mumble.
He snorts, "Someone's helpless, now that you don't have Mac to help you."
Mac? Who the hell is Mac? This guy is nuts.
"I don't know a Mac," I spit at him, once he removes his hand from my mouth.
He laughs, "Oh that's right, you don't remember. You're a pansy and asked to have your memories removed."
"You're insane!"
"Your night is about to get insane," he smirks.
Then it flashes in front of me,
"Mac," he turns, "I'm scared."
His facial features soften and he comes back to my side. Cupping my face in his hands, he looks me in the eye, "I know we've only just known each other, but I won't let anyone hurt you, I promise. Don't be scared, please don't be."
The hell? Where did that come from?
But I don't have time to wonder about whatever that was.
My eye catches the glint of a blade, I gulp.
This is it.
"Please let me go," I beg.
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Mac's POV
Tonight is my first night back in New York. Tonight is the night that I'm going to find Peyton and apologize. Or I was until the Strange Man told me that she had begged him to erase her memory.
So tonight I am just going to find her and hopefully start all over again with her.
I walk by a dark alley, that's when I hear, "Please let me go."
I pause. I'd know that voice anywhere.
"Peyton," I whisper. I take off down the dark alley.
At the end of the alley, I find Peyton and Jared. Jared has her pinned against the wall, a knife to her throat. His hands are fumbling with the zipper at the back of her dress.
"Get the hell away from her," I roar.
He doesn't have enough time to react before I plow him down. There is hardly any struggle with the drunken Jared before I knock the knife out of his hand and jam it into his stomach.
Turning around I find Peyton crumpled up against the wall, sobbing.
"Peyton, are you okay," I ask cautiously.
"It's you."
"What?"
"I remember you," she whispers slowly.
I crumple down next to her. In no time I have her in my arms.
She sobs. I rock her back and forth.
"You came back." She grips me harder.
"I'll always come back for you."
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