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sixteen

JD's POV

When I went home on September 1st of 1999, I was confused to see that Veronica was not there. The first hint was the wide open front door, the second being the silent house. I figured that maybe I didn't lock the door and the wind pushed it open.

The stairs creaked as I walked up them, further reminding me how quiet the house was. I should have expected that, considering that Lydia was gone. She was a primary contributor to the sound.

It wasn't until I saw that the door I usually locked was broken open, telling me then that Veronica had escaped. I searched for any sign of her and Violet, not surprised to find nothing at all. The only things left were the contents of Veronica's purse and most of Violet's clothes.

I cursed to myself, thinking it was so stupid to leave them after what happened to Lydia. I should have expected the unexpected from Veronica.

While I felt that I had given her a good scare last night with the gun, I was clearly wrong. I thought what happened to Lydia would scare her into staying. Maybe it scared her into leaving.

I pushed that thought out of my head as I heard pounding on the front door I had since closed. I felt my heart stop.

Had Veronica come back?

Or had she contacted the police?

With the feeble hope it was Veronica, I answered the door to find a gun in my face. I was immediately put into handcuffs as a male cop began to demand answers after reading me my Miranda Rights.

"Where is your daughter?" He asked. I said nothing, knowing that they would not find where I put Lydia.

"I don't have to tell you anything." I reminded the cop, who let out a sound of frustration as he began to search the house. But he wouldn't find Lydia inside this house.

Once I was taken down to the precinct, I began to be heavily interrogated. Questions flew around me as I gave short answers, not offering much explanation.

Why did I blow up Westerburg? Because I fucking felt like it.

Why did I fake mine and Veronica's death? So we could be together.

Was I aware that the cops have known for years that probably we weren't dead? Yeah. It's why I never let Veronica watch the news. I didn't want her to see that her parents were looking for her.

Why did I kill my daughter and where was her body? I said if I told them, they'd have to let me see Veronica and Violet. Clearly desperate to find Lydia, the cops agreed.

Veronica's POV

I was in the hospital for most of the day when I got the news that JD had been arrested. I'd be lying to myself if I said I wasn't worried about JD. I was worried of what they'd do to him, yes. But I was more worried about what he would do to me if he ever got out of prison.

I didn't have to wonder for long as JD was brought into my hospital room in handcuffs, two cops holding him.

"There, you saw them." The male cop told JD.

"I wanted to talk to her." JD argued.

"Yeah, you've beaten the hell out of her for ten years. That's not happening." He argued back.

"We had an agreement." JD said, seemingly reminding the cop of something.

"Five minutes." He grumbled. "If you need help, scream." He told me, leaving me alone with JD.

"You're really sneaky, aren't you?" JD chuckled, his shoulders shaking with that laughter that was subtly covering up his rage.

"No, I'm not." I replied, feeling defeated because he had caught me.

"It wasn't sneaky to break down the door and run away!?" JD shouted at me, staying away from my bedside as to not further alert the cops who glanced in.

"You know why I did that." I told JD, looking away from him and down at Violet, who had long since curled up to sleep with me.

"We had a good thing going." JD insisted.

"You beat me and raped me consistently for years. Then when that wasn't enough, you killed Lydia." I began, JD opened his mouth to argue. "If you really loved me, you wouldn't have hurt me like you have." I added.

"I don't know how to love anyone." JD told me what he had told me for years.

"Bullshit!" I shouted at him, looking away from Violet and back at JD.

"It is not!" He yelled back to me. "You left because you hate me." He asserted.

"You convinced me that all you did was your way of helping. I believed you because I loved you." I told him, sad that I had once again admitted to loving him.

"Then why did you leave?" JD asked me, despite the fact it was obvious.

"I left because I love Lydia and Violet more. You beat one of my children and you made me watch. You said if I interfered that you'd kill her but you did that anyways." I continued, feeling myself tear up.

Violet started to wake up on my knee. She saw JD and smiled. "Daddy!" She squealed, thinking he had finally come to take us home. She was too little to understand what was going on and my heart broke for her.

"Hey, Violet." JD said, his voice cracking. This was when he finally made an effort to come closer. He bent down and kissed Violet's head. "Be good for mommy. I love you, okay?" He told her.

"Love you too," Violet replied, nodding and agreeing that she would be good for me.

JD looked at me, not having the balls to kiss me. "And I love you as well." He said with those emotionless eyes I'd seen so often. For the first time ever, it hurt him to say that.

I didn't say anything as the cops escorted him out of the room. I didn't speak at all until I knew he had left the ward I was in. It wasn't until I knew he had no chance of hearing me that I spoke.

"I love you too." I said into thin air, feeling tears swell in my eyes. I blinked them back, not wanting to scare or alert Violet who was busy being entertained by the TV. "I'm sorry." I added, hoping he understood that what I've done was to save my life and Violet's.

I couldn't save Lydia, so I saved us.