Untouchable

Epilogue

That is the start of my story, and of my parents never ending, never faltering love. My name is Carrie Hardy, the oldest Hardy child. I have two younger brothers; Ronan, age 16, and Elliot, age 14; as well as little Leola, age 11, named after our legendary Uncle Leon. Mum never let me lose contact with Hattie, Hazel’s daughter, and Asher, Libby’s son. Eighteen years have passed since that first day of Mother and Baby. Exactly eighteen years. Mum and Dad have had the occasional argument, but have never moved, not since I was born. Mum gave everything up for children, getting another job in lab research at the local university when Leola was 7. Dad’s never left school, not really. He’s still working at my school, the school I’ve just finished, and the school Leola is about to join in September. He’s Head of Department, since Tom Spencer left about five years ago to teach over at the local Sixth Form College. Me, I’m off to study Human Biology at the University of South Wales in Treforest.

                There are also my mad aunts to consider with all of this. Abbie married someone who designed her website when she went into international boxing, then went into coaching when he got her knocked up, which was why they ended up married. They had two kids: Amelia, she’s 15 now, while Jay is 10. Alyssa never actually married Connor, had three kids, but split up when he got caught cheating, by Mum, walking in on him with the twins school teacher about a decade ago. Evie was always an odd one. She met a guy at university, called Benny, who was openly bisexual, so those two had an interesting time, though all three of their kids are definitely his; they all had paternity tests before they were born. Evie and Benny are strange, but adorable. Somehow, everything always sorts itself out in our family, the mass, maddening one, simply because in the past 40 odd years, my parents have spent so much time together, and little time apart, that the grandparents are used to the autistic tendencies of Elliot and Mum. Elliot is far worse than Mum. He barely talks sometimes, but is a computer genius. No one can help an autistic kid, or family, like ours can. We’re mixed up, untouchable, but we work like on one else can. We’re used to everything and everyone. We don’t judge until we know a story. Then, only the teenagers judge, like teens do. You grow out of it, eventually. I hope I have by now. After all these years, sometimes I think I’m the untouchable one, not Mum. Other times, I think I’m too used to everything and am blind to love. Dad teases me about Asher, but I think I’ll grow into the idea of a relationship, like both my parents did. I think everyone is untouchable to an extent. Just some have a label, others don’t. I’m just more fortunate to my mother and brother that I don’t have the misfortune of a label; they do more harm than good most of the time. 

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A/N

And that is the end of 'Untouchable'. Not the ending you expected? I would have had this up earlier but there was a stupid powercut so I lost half of this chapter. Please please please vote and comment what you think about the book/chapter! You guys who've read to the end are amazing!

Look out for Unlovable, the PREQUEL to Untouchable, and Unashamed, A Sequel to Untouchable ! Please give it a read!

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