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Helloooooo! I'm aliveeee! :) Okay, so this update is threw my phone so sorry for mistakes! Hmmm... This is the last chapter next is the epilogue! :) If you haave anything specific that you'd like to see in the Epilogue tell me!

This chapter has a few time jumps but it's essential for this part of the story. Don't hate me for the time jumps I'm just trying to get closure on this story... I lost intress a few months back but I felt bad for not completing it cuz I know how much I hate it! :) I'm hoping the chapters I'll be long but again, I'm on my phone soo I don't know how many words are on here! :D

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Afrozenheart412 : Well, in this chapter you'll see Lindsay talking with Kenzie about her past. My goal was for Kenzie's the therapist helps her open up to her mom. There's a reason for that and it will all be explained here! :) Thanks for the review

Lindsay Messer: Thanks for the revieww! :)

It had been a week since she'd come home from the hospital, again and it had been 5 days since she'd had her first encounter with her therapist. The appointment hadn't last the whole hour and a half. Kenzie had gotten pissed and wheeled herself out telling her mom she wanted to leave. Lindsay had no say in forcing her daughter to see the therapist; the doctor had mentioned many times. He'd also said that it often took some time for people to understand that Therepist are here to help you and guide you to the right decisions. She wheeled herself down the hallway up to her therapist's office. She knocked on the door before pushing it open and wheeling herself in the room. She placed her chair next to the couch, and with a little help from Mrs. Miller, she got onto the couch. She watched as Mrs. Miller took a seat in the couch in front of her and started the same way she always did.

"How are you feeling today Mackenzie?"

Kenzie looked at the therapist and shrugged. "I feel the same as I've been since the shooting."
"No improvement?" She asked. Kenzie nodded her head and sighed, before starting. "I feel like I can't talk to anyone. They don't know what I'm going through and I feel awful. I'm ashamed that I was the only one that survived. I'm scared that if I see my friend's parents, they'll all hate me, even though I did my best to try and save them."

The Psychologist nodded, taking notes on her paper and replier "You know, your parents probably know more of how you feel than you think."

"I don't have a father." She stated quickly. The older lady mumbled an apology and said for her to continue. "But my mom's pregnant with this other man, Danny and truthfully, I haven't really told anyone, but I see him as a father figure. He's really sweet and he saved me. He helped my mother through my times in the hospital and he was by her side the whole time. From what my mom told me, he freaked when he found out my mom had a daughter but he was sweet and he pardoned her."

"Does it feel good?" Mrs. Miller asked the teenager. Kenzie frowned and the lady precised "Does it feel, talking about something good and forgetting about your pain."

A smile formed on Mackenzie's lips and she nodded. "It does feel could. There's this warm felling that I haven't felt in months."

Mrs. Miller chuckled and smiled. "I'm glad you like it, life doesn't always have to be dark and unhappy. You have to think positive to get better."

The two continued talking and slowly but surely, Mackenzie was opening up to the psychologist. They said goodbye and Kenzie wheeled herself out. She opened the door, and there stood Lindsay.
She held the handles to her daughter's wheelchair and started pushing it towards the elevator. "It's nice to see you smile." She whispered in her daughter's ear. "What that lady said to you must have made you felt much much better." She continued.

Mackenzie let out a chuckled and smiled. "Today, Mrs. Miller and I talked and she made me realize some stuff."

Lindsay smiled glad her daughter was opening up to someone, but her smile left when she remembered her daughter wouldn't open up to her.

It had been two weeks that Kenzie had smiled for the first time and two weeks when Lindsay realized her daughter wouldn't open up to her.

Kenzie was currently sitting on the couch flipping through the television channels looking for something interesting to watch. She heard the front door opened and glanced to see who it was. She smiled when she saw her mother. Lindsay went to the kitchen and brought the groceries she'd just bought and came back to the living room with a serious look on her face.

"What is it mom?" Kenzie asked worried. Her mother sighed and told her daughter they needed to talk. The young teenager nodded her head and moved to the side to leave some room for her mom to sit down.

"How are you feeling?" Lindsay asked. Kenzie shrugged and replied "Fine I guess." Lindsay frowned and raised an eyebrow then sighed.

"Hunny, I need you to really tell me how your feeling. Why won't you talk to me?" She asked getting furious. Damn the hormones, she thought.

"It's just that. I'm scared. No one knows how I feel. I lost all my friends. I have no one. It's all gone." Kenzie let out once and for all.

"You know, I know how you feel." Lindsay admitted. Her daughter frowned and looked at her mother carefully.

"When I was about your age, me and three friends went to this cafe we went all the time. It was our last time all together. I got up to go to the washroom. I was gone for barely 30 seconds and then I heard the front door bell ring. Then I heard a shot, then another and another. I heard the screaming of my friends. The fosset was still opened and I remembered being scared that the man would hear it. When the shots stopped, I opened the door a little and there I saw a man with a gun in hands covered in blood. When I knew he was gone, I went out and I saw them. They were all covered in blood, dead."

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It had been a little over 3 months that Lindsay had told Kenzie all about her personal experience and the two were very much opened up to each other. Lindsay was Eight months pregnant and huge. She'd been put to bed rest because of some complications and she hated it.

She stared at the grave in front of her letting the tears fall down like there was no tomorrow. She didn't understand why this was happening to her, she had done nothing wrong and every time, she took as many percussion's as she could being around murderers and all. She placed a bouquet of white and black roses on the ground and stayed put watching the emptiness become nothing more than it already was. She whipped the tear that had fallen down and looked down at her hands. Kenzie kissed her hand and placed it on the gravestone which had indicated on it Elissa Carewell 1996-2010

After staying there for a while, she turned around and wheeled herself to Danny who stood a little further back, waiting for her. Together, they went home to Lindsay.

When they got home, Danny went up to see Lindsay and Kenzie went to her newly decorated room, adapted to her condition. She heard Danny yell and wheeled herself out the room. She saw him panicking and trying to help Lindsay up. Kenzie laughed and followed Danny to the living room. He sat Lindsay on the couch and ran back to get the babies bags. He came back instants later with the keys and the bags. He helped Lindsay up and they made their way to the door.

"Bye mom. Dad." Kenzie called out. Danny turned around and smiled at being called 'dad' by Mackenzie for the first time. Lindsay smiled but stopped once a contraction came. Danny hurried and yelled from down the hall for Kenzie to call Stella.

Lindsay sat on the hospital bed holding a little baby wrapped in a blue blanket and Danny, who sat on the bed next to her, held a small baby wrapped in a pink blanket. Kenzie sat next to the bed, with Stella and Mac standing next to her and on the other side of the bed where Hawks, Angell, Flack and Adam.

"What did you guys name them?" Stella asked.

Lindsay smiled and said "This little one here is Louis Mac Messer. Louis for Danny's deceased brother, Mac for Mackenzie and for Mac."

"This one is Lucy Elissa Messer. Lucy, picked out by Kenzie, Elissa for Kenzie's deceased best friend."

The team awed and each took turns holding the babies. "Danny and I were speaking and Mac, we'd like to name you Lucy's godfather." Mac looked at the baby in his arms and smiled. "Of course I do, thanks"

"That's synonym for dipper changes." Commented Flack. Danny laughed and said "Well, guess you'll get that job too, because we wanted you to be Louis's godfather." Flack laughed and nodded, taking Louis from Stella.

"Stella, we'd like you to be Louis's godmother." Stella nodded and mumbled a It's my pleasure.

"Man these babies will get spoiled by their godparents" Stated Flack. Hawks laughed and replied "I think Danny's got that covered."

Everyone burst out laughing. "But whose Lucy's godmother?" Asked Adam. Kenzie smiled and spoke up "I am."

Everyone smiled and Mac passed Lucy to her godmother. "Here you go sister." Kenzie smiled and held her sister closely.

Everyone passed the babies back to their parents and took a seat. They were all talking when they heard a gasp. They all turned to where it came from and stared at Kenzie. The tears were in her eyes and she had a big smile on her face.

"What's the matter?" Lindsay asked her eldest daughter. Kenzie didn't say anything and just stared at the floor. Everyone turned their attention to what she was looking and gasped when they saw it. She moved her toes lightly.

"I can feel them. I did it, I moved my toes." She yelled moving her toes. Everyone smiled and cried of happiness for the young girl and gave her hugs. Lindsay cried of joy and buried her head in her husband's chest.