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† Epilogue: Six Years Later

Six years later...

Liberty was the name of our beautiful little girl. Kit and I found a small, cute little house where we raised Libby where she became a fine, young girl. Kit proposed and we were to be married next month in July. I couldn't have been happier in my entire life. I was getting married to the love of my life, I escaped that pig-shit asylum that Sister Jude said I'd never had a chance, and I had a child of my own. A family of my own.

Briarcliff was shut down, just like Jameson said it would be. It was all in the newspapers, on television and everywhere you could imagine. They visited the institution once a day, collecting enough research and finding evidence that proved that Briarcliff was not running properly, and was indeed a horrible place. So it was shut down. Lana and James were happy to hear this, they parted off on their own journey.

Lana went all the way over to Kansas to start her new life, and James moved all to Florida, leaving Kit and me to head west to Seattle. It felt good to get my normal life back. I could finally do whatever I wanted to do instead of having to follow someone else's rulebook. I was my own self now, and so was Kit, and our little girl.

"I think I'm going to take a quick shower and clean myself up." I lifted my head from Kit's shoulder and stood up from the couch. Kit turned off the television and stood up with me.

"I'm coming with you, okay?" he replied.

"Funny." I let out a light laugh and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I removed my clothes and stepped into the shower after turning on the hot water. I let it pelt down my back, and sighed in appreciation. I hadn't even noticed the door creaking open as Kit entered in quietly. He pulled the shower curtain to the side.

"Kit!" I gasped and covered myself, ripping it out of his hand. He let out a small chuckle and bent down, removing his jeans.

"What-- What are you doing?"

"Hope. When I said I was coming in with you, I meant it," he replied.

"Oh..." I nodded and watched him strip from his clothes until he stood there, standing before me naked. He entered the shower beside me, and I was caught by surprise when his hands rested on my hips. He pushed me gently against the wall, the touch of his fingers sending goosebumps about my skin. My heart pounded in my chest, and my breath hitched itself in the back of my throat when his right hand slid up my side.

Shivers ran down my spine instantly, and my heart rate began to pick up. He leaned his head down and kissed my collarbone lightly. I gasped and grabbed onto his short brown hair, giving it a slight tug. He proceeded to kiss up to my neck where he sucled lightly at the skin there.

I let out a small whimper, which clearly told him to continue. His lips finally connected with mine and I felt as if my legs were about to give up on me. I kissed him back, and slowly pulled his lower lip into my teeth gently to regain some dominance. Kit tightened his grip around my hips, letting out a soft moan escape his mouth.

"May I?" He gestured to the soap bar, and I knew I wasn't going to stop him. I nodded in response. He rubbed the bar in between his hands until they were completely lathered. Kit turned to look at me and placed a lingering kiss on my shoulder which he later massaged with his soapy hands. I let my head fall back against the wall and my eyes close.

I haven't felt like this in days, let alone weeks. I finally felt relaxed. His hands ran down my sides, my stomach, and along my back. Kit then knelt down on his knees, and continued down to my lower back, running his fingers along my inner thighs. the simplest touch of his fingertips gave me butterflies in my stomach, with pure lust beginning to consume me. When he finished, Kit glanced down at me, and I, up at him.

"Your turn now," I said, and took some shampoo in my hands. I began with his hair, messaging his scalp. Kit's back was turned to me, as I ran my fingers through his hair slowly and softly. The water sent the shampoo down his back, and I pressed a small kiss on his shoulder up to his neck gently.

"Hope..." Kit inhaled sharply, turning his head to the left, trying to look at me. Without a word, I pulled him to turn around and knelt down. I rubbed some soap into my hands and began my way around his hips, Kit muttering a few curses as I did.

"Hope," Kit groaned in a desperate tone with his pleading eyes, and I knew exactly what he was asking for. I also knew I couldn't hold back. I did something I never had done before, but I trusted Kit and loved him dearly. I took him in me and began to suck lightly, gliding my tongue over him. The bathroom soon enough began to fill with his strangled moans. I didn't regret a single moment of this and I knew neither did Kit.

After we were all cleaned up, we exited the shower together. Kit wrapped a towel around my body and I smiled warmly up at him. He really didn't need to do that, but I didn't want to complain right now. Once we dried ourselves off, we made our way back into his bedroom. Kit handed me one of his shirts to wear, and when we covered ourselves, we fell onto the bed together.

"Have you ever done that with anyone before?" He asked me.

"No," I replied, and blushed slightly. "Did you like it?"

Kit wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him until our lips were nearly touching. He whispered into my ear, "It was amazing."

Kit and I lay together in peace, and I thought some more. Two worlds, our two worlds collided, and we were not ready a single bit for it. Yet, we let it happen, we let everything fall out the way it did. And what we didn't know before was that something beautiful would come out of it. And it did. Kit and I lived with Libby for years, happy, together, and free. Before, I truly believed that Kit, Lana, James, and I would never escape. I thought we'd be stuck in there for the rest of our days.

I also could finally say that now, I no longer had nightmares about my past, since Kit was by my side. He made me feel protected and safe. He gave me comfort through his mere presence. I love him, I was so lucky to love someone like him.

"But with love and hope, you can conquer anything."

That is what my mother used to tell me when I was younger, and that's how Kit and I made it through everything. And now, I finally began to realize why she gave me that name in the first place.

FIN.