Kendall's POV
"You are engaged?"
"Yes."
"Since when?" I asked her, the tough of her being engaged made me sad. But I couldn't blame her, she was a very pretty girl, and apart from that all the changes I stood with her I wiped out when we had that fight two years ago, right then I felt the need to apologize.
"About a three months ago, we are getting married next week." She said looking to the floor avoiding my gaze.
"Ella, I am really sorry for what I did to you that days two years ago, I am really sorry. I was being a jerk, and wasn't thinking right." I told her, right then I saw how she started to grow angry.
"Six months Kendall, it was six months! I was tortured! I almost died! When I came back you didn't even care! When I tried to talk to you, you gave me the coldest of the stares, you treaded me like a piece of" She didn't got to finish since a tall blonde man came and put her arm around her. "Kendall, this is my fiancée Robert, Robert, this is Kendall an old friend of my parents."
The face of that man seemed familiar, and not in a good way. As soon as he looked at me in the eyes memories came flooding back to my head. This was the man, the last man that the FBI hadn't yet found.