Epiphany || j.s sequel

PROLOGUE || FINALLY

Kayla

Am I even supposed to be here?

"I do not accept this forgiveness." Izzy says as the people behind him agree.

We were having a small debate at Jacob's house. Jacob had no one behind him aside from Mark. Meanwhile, Blake, Hunter, and Raine was behind Izzy.

"Well, if you don't forgive. Who will even think of you as a good person? She changed now." Jacob defends as I was sitting on the couch on the side.

"How can we trust her—"

I notice Izzy's shoes were untied as I decided to not break up this debate by slowly crawling over to her and tying her own shoe laces.

Little did I know, it would take more attention than I comprehended. Izzy looked down at me, "Uh, what are you doing... exactly?"

"Tying your shoes. You could trip. Well, just in case." I smile in an awkward manner.

"Wait—" She lightly brushed my hand off her shoes, "You're supposed to be bad, Kayla."

"Oh, uhm." I state as I did a deep and low laugh, "Is that evil enough?"

"I— You know what? Fine. I accept your apology and I forgive you. I am so done with proving a case. Gosh. I'm dipping out." Izzy states as she sits down on the couch.

"We were doing good until Kayla had to tie her laces." Blake states as he squints, "I could feel the evil within Kayla, she messed up our debate by being nice." Blake explains.

"Look, everyone can change for the better and for the worse and I changed." I state, "I really did."

I look at Jacob, he shrugged and looked over at them, "I believe her."

"I just want to say that we shouldn't fight for what's wrong with a person, nor should we fight for what the person has done in the past. However, don't trust them yet. Make progress, slow progress. And, once you came to see their change in lifestyle. You will forgive them in the process." I smile as they all stare at me.

"Wow, you should really be president for the U.S right now." Hunter states, "Hunter Thunder approves." He smiles and gives a thumbs up.

"More like a psychiatrist." Blake suggests.

"No. A president."

"No. She should be a psychiatrist."

"A president." Hunter disapproves.

"A psychiatrist." Blake fights.

"Not again." I sigh.

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Hannah

I sighed in sadness as I look at a few photos I found of Jacob and I.

Did he forget about me?

He most probably thought I forgot about him. I mean, present one million likes person here. But, it didn't take long enough for me to realize that I didn't want fame.

Maybe movies.

Maybe photoshoots.

Maybe red carpets.

But, that glamour did not compare to Jacob and I.

And, it would never be.

I immediately kept the photos I had found in a box as I tuck them under the bed when I heard someone fumble with my doorknob.

My father enters as I stand up, "Dad..."

"I wanted to ask if you are...mad at me?" Dad states, "I never got the chance to ask. But, I took a day off. Natalie is taking care of the king's throne right now."

Natalie was dad's assistant and she usually takes over when dad feels like he needs some bonding time with us. Meanwhile, Mom works a lot and stays at her office for awhile. She only comes here when she feels sick or tired, maybe even see us.

"I'm not. It's okay, Dad." I smile in a light manner, even though I knew my father could see through me.

"Hannah, I an really sorry. I truly am." He states, "And, I know that Jackie guy didn't do anything wrong."

"It's Jacob, Dad." I move to my bed and sit down, "It's only a matter of time until he will forget me." I look down.

"Which is why I bguehrt ah plens teckt fr yi." He mumbles.

"What?" I ask as he chuckles, "Which is why I am going to buy a plane ticket for you to get to Virginia. Although, I want you to stay here for a while until I get you an apartment there. You're turning eighteen. It's only a matter of time until you get to college." He smiles as I nod, "Thanks, Dad."

I smile as I walk over to him and hug him, his stubble tickling the side of my neck, "I really want to thank you, Dad."

"I'm sorry I let you move away from someone you love."

"It's okay, Dad. It's okay." I state as he leaves my room.

Finally.

Finally.