Chapter 3-Getting on with My Life

The police never came thankfully. I was pelted with apologies and sympathy from my family throughout the next few weeks because they knew Jeremy and I was dating, of course they hadn't known about our plan to run away to North Carolina when we were a little older and get married.

We had been more than a lucky couple, we were soul mates and I couldn't get him out of my mind.

This was made worse by the fact that my family wouldn't let me write to him in prison and had wrote to him telling him not to waste his paper.

Three months after Jeremy was taken from my grasps, we were able to buy a building and started a karaoke joint with food and many beautiful decorations, but this still did not dowse my sorrow of losing my love. I did make friends and began to get increasingly more requests to sing as people saw and heard my talent that my family made me show. I never wanted to sing to anyone but Jeremy but once my mother overheard me singing Carrie Underwood softly one day, she made me. I loved our new business but I was still not completely together yet.

After the first two years, I had so many night terrors about losing Jeremy and was always so sad that they made me go to therapy until the third anniversary of his arrest when I decided to stop telling them about my feelings and nightmares. The fourth year, I had made many new friends but always thought of and missed Jeremy.

The fifth year, I was 17 and Jeremy had still been my only boyfriend, and best friend. I sent a Letter to him once describing the situation and that he was still my best friend. I also told him that this was the only letter I could sneak through my parents, and for him not to reply.

I remained sad all through those 5 long and heart-wrenching years and always stayed faithful to Jeremy hoping he would one day be together again. It wasn't until a knock came at the door that I found my prayers coming true.

"We're looking for a Miss Kitty Westwind." Said the large African-American man who I recognized as the one who had taken Jeremy away.

"You've found her," I replied nonchalantly, "what is it Derek?" I said, reading his badge that he had held up.

" I'm Agent Morgan, and this is Agent Rossi and Dr. Spencer Reid." He said, regarding the elder man with an awesome goatee, and a younger guy who looked like he needed some Burger King.

"I'm the one you're looking for, but I go by Terri. What do you want?" I said slightly snotty.

"May we come in and talk with you?" Said Dr. Reid.

"Sure, whatever. Take the couch if you want to." I replied pointing at it and I sat down in my favorite oversized armchair that almost completely engulfed my small 5' 0" frame.

"We're here to inform you of news from your previous neighbor, Mr. Jeremy Sayer." Said Rossi. I felt the tingles go down my spine and goosebumps covered my arms at the mention of his name.

"Yeah, what about him, other than 5 years ago you took him from the neighborhood." I caught myself before I accidentally said me.

"He has been under much careful watch at his prison, and has taken many anger management classes, and has also greatly improved as he has grown up. We believe he is ready to be let go under careful watch of us three and the community. In two days on Wednesday, he will be escorted back to his mother next door and we wanted to warn you to watch carefully because he may still snap." Finished Morgan.

"They let him go? He's coming home? Oh my gosh I can see him again!" I shrieked, causing Reid to cover his ears. I was so excited I could barely contain it.

" Yes, and we've heard from his mother and sister that you and him were in a romantic relationship before he was taken into custody. We need to let you know that this situation is rough, because he may snap and hurt you. We cannot let this happen so we will be watching you too." Rossi said. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I knew Jeremy, we were together forever. We had to be. I knew it was dangerous, but I was still in love with him. I wanted so bad to see him now.

"Right. When is he getting out?" I said clearing my throat.

"Wednesday at 7:00 p.m. he will be getting out." Said Morgan.

"Right. Got it I will be ready" I said. Then I realized that meant I would be at the Karaoke Club then. "Can he be brought up to the-"

"He'll be at your work at about 8:00" said Reid interrupting me.