The Letter

Epilogue

Epilogue

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Victoria’s POV

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I lay on the rough and uncomfortable couch, every time that I move, it creaks. Although the noise is unbearable and annoying, I couldn’t help but turn all night. My neck is sore from the position I fell asleep on the couch, well I wouldn’t call it sleeping. Images of John’s dark blood surrounded my dreams every time I closed my eyes.

Was something wrong with me, because every second that I thought about John, my heart aches? I know I should feel relieved that I no longer will be hurt by him, but I can’t force myself to feel mournful.

I grip Floppy and hug him close to my chest. Could it be that I always held on to my memories of when he took me to the carnival. I ached in pain because the dad I remembered was the one who did everything to win Floppy. That memory was the only thing I held on to of a happy childhood. I’ve been miserable mo whole life because of him, so why did my heart cry out in pain knowing he was dead.

The beeping machine from a few feet away from me, bring me back to reality. I force myself to get up from the bumpy couch and walk towards the hospital bed Sebastian lies on.

They rushed to the hospital last night while I waited anxiously in the lobby. The same rib that had been cracked was now broken, it had punctured his kidney. The amount of crying I did last night as I waited anxiously for Sebastian to come out of surgery was outrageous. After 5 long excruciating hours of waiting, the surgeon finally came out and told me they had to remove one of his kidneys.

“Breathe” I hear Sebastian deep voice.

“You shouldn’t have been hurt, it’s my entire fault” I say sadly.

He shakes his head, “You don’t understand do you? I would do anything for you to make sure you’re safe.”

I place my hand on his soft and luscious hair, “You are crazy” I whisper.

“I’ve been told a couple of times” He winks at me.

I try to smile but in a situation like this, I can’t. Flashes from last night keep drowning me. Tears blur my eyes; I’m so frustrated of crying so much this month.
  

“I’m sorry about John” He says.

I shake my head violently, “After everything he did to me, I shouldn’t shed a damn tear over him” I say as my voice cracks.

“It’s okay” he whispers.

“He doesn’t deserve a tear from me” I say running out of breath. A small innocent tear rolls slowly down my cheek, “Why am I crying over him?” I ask furious as the tears continue to fall.

Sebastian is speechless. He lays there not taking his eyes off of me and strokes my hair. The silence mixed with my sobs is somewhat comfortable.  After a few minutes of being a worthless child, I wipe my tears away.

“Sorry” I say.

“Don’t be” He says.

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“Agent McCall was here while you were under the anesthesia, last night.” I say.

“Who’s that?”

“He’s the federal agent in charge of the case. My mother and I already gave him our statement; he said he’ll come by later to take yours.  He’s looking for Martha and Dominic” I frown, “I mean Martha and Cole”