There's Blood On The Dance Floor (A BOTDF Fanfic)

:Epilogue:

Five Years Later

It's been a long while since I've seen JayyVon Monroe last. Since he got arrested for his allegedly raping me, I've stayed with Dahvie at his house and had a beautiful baby girl named Lily Mae. I am now 20 years old, and Lily's fifth birthday is coming up in a few weeks. I'm a lot more different and a lot more mature than I had been when I first met the boys. I've dyed my hair a dark red color which I really like, and I dress more...Adult like. Dahvie is still into his usual style--Rainbow dyed hair with lots of makeup and all the works. We've all grown very close, and we consider ourselves family.

I never did continue school. So basically my education is at a 10th grade level. It sucks a lot of the time, but I get over it. I'm thinking of getting a tutor to teach me things that I've missed throughout the years so I can get a good paying job or go to college and start a career. One day I want to be able to support myself and Lily and not have to depend on Dahvie so much. I feel bad, honestly. I'm the one who get me into this mess of a life in the first place...

Dahvie and I have attempted to bail JayyVon out multiple times, but they never let us. You think they would, because I'm the victim here, and I'm in with it. Instead, they went to the assumption that Dahvie was making me agree with him just so he can continue making music with Jayy again and make money.

Well that wasn't true. At all.

Also, Dahvie kept his word and is being her father figure, and I simply cannot thank him enough for how appreciative I am of him and his undying support for the both of us. He got rid of his "girlfriend" Aaliyah--which I was pretty happy about since I don't want such a horrible influence around my daughter--and continues to do music, just now on his own. He loves my daughter with everything in him, and she loves him in return. But today.....today was a special day.

JayyVon Monroe was going to be free.

Lily mostly resembles myself, with deep brown eyes and a skinny frame, but has JayyVon's lean jawline and his hair which is naturally brown. Although, unlike the both of us it's a wavy, which she must have gotten from my mother, who I have only talked to on occasion. She and I have our own room at Dahvie's house in Arizona. I have my own queen sized bed that he spoiled me with, and Lily just upgraded from the baby crib to her own big girl bed. When we were setting it up in her side of the rather large room, she ran around in circe's and squealed "Yay I got my own bed!! Thank you Mommy, thank you!" She even tried to help me set it up, but I wouldn't let her because some of the instructions included drilling this and that together and I didn't want her getting hurt. She was mad for a while, but then soon returned to her enthusiastic self, pacing around the room and watching intently as Dahvie and I constructed the pink bed framing.

 Once we got everything situated and the bed was finished with the mattress and all, we topped off with a Cinderella bedspread and pillow (Cinderella was her favorite Disney princess. I found that rather adorable since I was never into those sorts of things as I child myself). I left her alone to jump around on her bed while I motioned to Dahvie to meet me in the hallway. I rushed out the door, Dahvie following close at my heels and closing the door softly behind him.

"Something wrong, Az?" He said softly.

"Yeah..." I bit my lip, trying to get out what was on my mind, but I for some reason couldn't. "It's just....I...I don't know.." I slumped my back against the wall, looking down at the floor.

I felt Dahvie's eyes peering at me up and down before he finally spoke again. "Hun...Is it about Jayy? Because he's free today?"

When he spoke of his name, I got chills throughout my entire body just as I did when I was fifteen years old. I glanced up at him and noticed that he was standing so close to me that we were nearly touching. I wasn't uncomfortable since it was just Dahvie, but it was still a bit weird. My eyes widened, "Yes...Lily doesn't know you're not her father...She doesn't know about....him," I could feel my throat getting tight and my eyes swell with tears. It took all of my strength to keep them back; I hate crying. Dahvie, noticing that I was on the edge of a breakdown, pulled me into his arms and hugged me.  I buried my face in his shoulder, mumbling, "How do I tell her that you are not her father, who she clearly loves like a father? She thinks you're her daddy....She even calls you daddy..." By now all that I could get out was a hoarse whisper. Dahvie held me tighter.