Epilogue
I sat in back of a patrol car, the door open, my legs hanging out, a blanket draped over me. My clothes were sopping wet, and tears had made zigzag stains on my cheeks. My head was low, staring at the muddy ground. The officers were patrolling the grounds, questioning neighbors and other people that had crowded around the situation. I heard a car pull up and squeal to a stop, but I didn't look up to see who it was. I really wasn't concerned. I heard the person slam the door, and took two sloshing footsteps and stopped.
"Skye!" A familiar voice called. I slowly looked up, and peered at Brad, just only a few feet away from me. I slowly stood up, the blanket slowly falling off my shoulders as I stared at him.
"Brad!" I screamed, and made a mad dash to him, not caring that my legs ached so badly. I ran into his open arms, and started crying like I never had before.
"Oh Brad, Brad, Brad," I wailed, crying so hard I couldn't breathe. He stroked my hair, he cupped my face and rained kisses on my face.
"Oh Skye," He moaned, kissing me. I embraced him tightly.
"I knew he was lying when he said that you were seeing someone else," he said. I started to cry harder.
'It's all over now, it's all over now," he coaxed, stroking my hair. We stood there, wrapped in each others arms, not saying anything. We didn't need to say anything. We both know what each other had endured.
"I missed you so much," I sobbed, looking up. He nodded.
"I missed you too," he whispered. My legs ached, and they finally collapsed beneath me, sending me to the ground. Brad picked me up, and carried me to the patrol car. He sat me down, and ran his fingers over my cheek.
"You'll be OK," he reassured me, and crawled next to me, embracing me tightly. I never wanted him to let go. I lay my head on his shoulder, completely tired.
The woman officer who had embraced me for comfort earlier had walked up to the car and lowered her head so that she could see us. She must have seen the fear in my eyes, because her expression softened.
"You're going to be OK. First, we're going to take you to the hospital to make sure that you are OK, then we are going to take you downtown so that we can ask you some questions, OK?" she asked softly. I nodded.
"OK. You can come along too," she said, nodding to Brad. He smiled, nodded, and rubbed my tense shoulders. She shut the door, and sat down in the drivers seat, started the car, and pulled out of the lawn they had recklessly parked in.
As I stared out the window as we drove away, I looked back at Dark Shadows Manor, thinking that I would never have to see that house again.
Any pain that I had ever had was caused by that house. Even before Mommy had married Zach.
And with those last thoughts, the house disappeared behind trees and bushes, I thought that I would never have to see it again.
But I was wrong.
I sat in back of a patrol car, the door open, my legs hanging out, a blanket draped over me. My clothes were sopping wet, and tears had made zigzag stains on my cheeks. My head was low, staring at the muddy ground. The officers were patrolling the grounds, questioning neighbors and other people that had crowded around the situation. I heard a car pull up and squeal to a stop, but I didn't look up to see who it was. I really wasn't concerned. I heard the person slam the door, and took two sloshing footsteps and stopped.
"Skye!" A familiar voice called. I slowly looked up, and peered at Brad, just only a few feet away from me. I slowly stood up, the blanket slowly falling off my shoulders as I stared at him.
"Brad!" I screamed, and made a mad dash to him, not caring that my legs ached so badly. I ran into his open arms, and started crying like I never had before.
"Oh Brad, Brad, Brad," I wailed, crying so hard I couldn't breathe. He stroked my hair, he cupped my face and rained kisses on my face.
"Oh Skye," He moaned, kissing me. I embraced him tightly.
"I knew he was lying when he said that you were seeing someone else," he said. I started to cry harder.
'It's all over now, it's all over now," he coaxed, stroking my hair. We stood there, wrapped in each others arms, not saying anything. We didn't need to say anything. We both know what each other had endured.
"I missed you so much," I sobbed, looking up. He nodded.
"I missed you too," he whispered. My legs ached, and they finally collapsed beneath me, sending me to the ground. Brad picked me up, and carried me to the patrol car. He sat me down, and ran his fingers over my cheek.
"You'll be OK," he reassured me, and crawled next to me, embracing me tightly. I never wanted him to let go. I lay my head on his shoulder, completely tired.
The woman officer who had embraced me for comfort earlier had walked up to the car and lowered her head so that she could see us. She must have seen the fear in my eyes, because her expression softened.
"You're going to be OK. First, we're going to take you to the hospital to make sure that you are OK, then we are going to take you downtown so that we can ask you some questions, OK?" she asked softly. I nodded.
"OK. You can come along too," she said, nodding to Brad. He smiled, nodded, and rubbed my tense shoulders. She shut the door, and sat down in the drivers seat, started the car, and pulled out of the lawn they had recklessly parked in.
As I stared out the window as we drove away, I looked back at Dark Shadows Manor, thinking that I would never have to see that house again.
Any pain that I had ever had was caused by that house. Even before Mommy had married Zach.
And with those last thoughts, the house disappeared behind trees and bushes, I thought that I would never have to see it again.
But I was wrong.
