Author's Note: Last chapter, guys. Thanks for reading and every one of your guys' reviews. You put me in good-spirits. I thank ya kindly. :)


Title: Your Love Isn't Love

Chapter Seven: Epilogue?


How long has it been? It's felt like a lifetime. I feel old in this body. I lie in my uncomfortably lumpy bed, hoping that I can just be taken away.

"Puckett, get out here!"

A visitor? Must be that time of the year again. Same stupid boy always comes 'round these parts to see me. I am led out to the visitor's area and they force me to sit and meet with my visitor. He looks more like a man than I last saw him. I take the corded phone into my hands and hold it up to my ear.

"Been a while, boy."

"I didn't come here for pleasantries, Mr. Puckett." The boy-or should I say man- has got quite the tongue on him. That part of him hasn't changed a bit in these visits. His body's matured, but he's still got the attitude and the thinking of a boy.

What's this? I spot something glisten. "That's a good-looking ring you got on your hand there, boy." He balls his hand into a fist, his knuckles turning white. "You kids are much too young to be marrying."

He scoffs. "I'm 21, Mr. Puckett. I think I'm old enough to decide what I'm ready and not ready for."

"What about my lil' girl?"

"She's not yours anymore- She's 20. She's already moved out of her foster parents' place."

"21 is a young age. You might have the body of a man, but I can tell you're still a boy."

"I knew it was a mistake to come here again." The boy whispers to no one in particular.

My patience wears thin. "What are you here for, boy?"

The boy looks me dead in the face and for a moment I see his eyes glimmer with a bit of hope. "Pam Puckett."

I groan. Again?This would be the umpteenth time he's come to me asking about that woman. As if I didn't tell him the first ten times, I would tell him now? "What about her?"

"Sam would've wanted her mother to be there. No one's found a body yet which means there's hope she's still alive."

Really? This boy was full of naivety, thinking that just because there was no body meant there was hope Pam was still alive. It's been years since she disappeared off the face of the earth. "It's been so long. Pam Puckett is probably already dead, boy. Face facts." Enough is enough. This boy was becoming annoying. "Besides," I already knew what to say to get him to leave. "What should I care what Samantha wants anyway? That lil' bitch."

The boy shook his head, a cold smile flashed across his face. He said one last thing before slamming the phone onto its receiver. "Thanks for nothing, you selfish bastard."


That night, I lay alone in my jail cell. What was that boy's name again? Fred Benson? Benson.

I lift the mattress and take out a small shiv that's taken me weeks to perfect. I hold it firm within my cold hands.

So she decided now that she's 18, she's getting married. What a fool.

"Lights out!"

The lights suddenly go out. All that's left for me to see is the moonlight shining through my barred window. I looked out towards the moon and grinned. Tonight was a good night.

"Tonight's the night, boy. Tonight's the night for a great escape," I say aloud. "I'm coming home... Sammy."