A/N: Last chapter! Wow, I can't believe I'm actually here. I started this story three months ago and finally, the end is in hindsight. Thank you to all those who reviewed. I'm really grateful!

This chapter is written as a list of diary entries. Flora recalls all the significant events that happened. The past entries are written in italics. And all I have left to say is enjoy and review.

Saturday 16 February 2014, 23:19

Dear Diary

Two whole years have past since the horrible incident. And all because I thought I was right in thinking that the thieves were pure and true. The consequences are terrible.

Dad is in prison. After all, he has put us through a lot of emotional stress and pain. He'll very likely have to spend all or most of his life in a cell.

Bloom and Layla? Well. Bloom was just... there and didn't really participate. So she was just questioned. Layla is also in prison, but for three years rather than ten. Seems the officer lady got her numbers wrong.

Gareth was also questioned. But he also played an important part in helping Miele tell the police officers what Dad had done. I don't know whether to be grateful to him for helping us out of this hell hole or to hate him for putting us in this position.

Baltor, Selina and that despicable lot were put in jail without question. They did put up a huge fuss and used a lot (and I mean a lot) of cuss words and insults but in the end, all sixteen/seventeen of them were put in individual cells.

And then there's Miele. My sweet, persistent Miele. She and I were separated by the Social Services a few days after what happened. I only see her three times a year and if our birthdays don't fall on those days, we see each other then as well. I miss her so much. Sometimes, I wonder if telling the police was a bad thing.

And Riven... well, I'm not telling you what happened with Riven just yet. But I will do it soon.

You might be wondering what exactly happened in those two years. Honestly? It was hectic. Very hectic. But not that hectic so I have to go through each and every day. But I'll go through as much as I can.

Flora

Friday 19 March 2012, 22:51

Dear Diary,

Today, after we came back from the police station, we were told that we are going to be taken into care. Well, Miele is. I am going to be placed in a foster family. It is only a small family, only consisting of two parents and a young, six year old foster sister. I will stay in the McAllen family until the Social Services can find a family to adopt me.

They tried to locate my mother. They did find her but she showed no interest in taking us in, whatsoever. It turns out that after she left us, she went man scouting and found a twenty three year old guy called Jacinth Vanquez. But she's twenty seven. That's a bit gross if you ask me. And Jacinth didn't take much of an interest in us either. So going back to Mum was an option out of the question.

I am really not looking forward to this. It means I won't be able to see Miele every day. I won't be able to tell her that I'm only a touch away. I won't be.

The horrid thing is, I told her that I'll be a phone call away but her care home do not let the residents use the phone more than three times a day, unless in an emergency.

I'm going to go and pack everything up that I have. And then I'm going to help Miele. I'm going to miss this home, even though I haven't been in it for long. Only a week or so. But a week is enough to formulate an opinion on it.

I'm going to go now.

Until tomorrow,

Flora

Monday 21 March 2012, 23:30

Dear Diary,

I'm at my foster home now. The McAllen's have been so welcoming and understanding about what happened.

But last night, I heard them and my social worker, Andromeda, talking. Andromeda told them that I might be a bit unsettled and unstable because of what my dad had done. My foster father replied with, 'we understand. She has been through a lot because of that manipulator of a father. How men can do that to teenage girls is beyond me. They're fragile and delicate, for goodness' sake and they need to be handled with special care and attention. You cannot use them for anything. Not anything at all'. When he said that, I think I visibly cringed. I didn't know if he was referring to what I think he was referring to but I don't think I want to know. Apart from that, though, Marcus and Eliza have been pretty sweet foster parents.

And then there is my foster sister. Her name is Astoria and like I said, she is six years old. She is so sweet and so polite. Her parents do act like she's fragile and delicate but they treat her like an actual person, nonetheless.

She is somewhat obsessed with fairies and has a whole fairy themed room. Fairy dolls, fairy clothes, even fairy books. Not fairy tales, but books to do with actual fairies.

She is extremely smart for a six year old and goes to the Midnight Mountain Junior School, the school Miele used to go to. I'll have to ask Miele if she knew Astoria.

My new room I am not so pleased with. It has two silver walls and two golden walls but they are dirty and dull. Marcus and Eliza have said that I can repaint but they haven't said when I can do so.

That's all for now.

Flora

Saturday 13 August 2013, 22:54

Dear Diary,

Today is Astoria's birthday and we are all going to a zoo. Apart from being obsessed with fairies, she is also obsessed with animals. Big ones, small ones, even the land and water ones. She claims her favourite is the tiger. Her dad calls her 'his little fairy tigress'.

As it so happens, the zoo is just opposite the police station and prison. The prison that Layla and Riven are in. I'm going to have to ask Marcus and Eliza if I can go and see them. I'm not going to see Dad again. Ever. He never cared anyway.

Astoria is so excited. She's squealing and jumping around. Marcus has to threaten to cancel the trip to the zoo if she doesn't sit nicely and wait patiently. So like every six - no, seven - year old, she does as she is asked and sits in her room, silently drawing.

I'm going to go and help Astoria now.

We're at the zoo. Marcus has agreed to show Astoria round while Eliza and I go to the police station to see Layla and Riven. The police officers were a bit reluctant at first but eventually, with a lot of persuasion from Eliza, they agreed to let us in. They escort us all the way to the cells.

First Layla. Her cell is decent sized with a sweet bed and lots of room to move. She is apparently (according to her) doing 'just fine' but I can see differently. She has gone so skinny, there is no shine in her eyes, her hair has lost its bounce and she is not as excited as she used to be. I ask her if she is eating properly but all she replies with is: 'fine'. She looks and sounds so forlorn and I feel terrible. I tell her that I'm sorry for everything that I put her through. She tells me that I should leave so I - reluctantly - oblige.

Riven is looking somewhat better than Layla. He has a smile on his face and it grows as he acknowledges my presence. This causes my own smile to grow. He tells me - for the hundredth - time that he is sorry for everything that he has put me through but I brush it off. I ask him how he is feeling and he says he is feeling better now that I'm here. I smile. He reaches for my hand and asks me to come closer. I raise an eyebrow but I do as I am asked. He tells me that he can't help but think about me. I chuckle and say I can't help but do the same thing.

Then he says that if he could, he would ask me to be his girlfriend and take me out every weekend. My smile grows again and I tell him that he can. Well, not the second part, obviously, but the first part is doable. I also tell him that I would like that.

So now Riven and I are in a relationship. I don't mind that he is in prison; it takes a lot of guts to admit what he had.

That's all for now. Until tomorrow,

Flora

Tuesday 23 October 2013, 22:25

Dear Diary

Today Miele and I are going to see each other for the second time this year.

I'm so excited. But the downside of this is that we have to be supervised by our social workers, Andromeda and Lauren. They won't let us be alone together for one single second.

And Miele's 'brothers and sisters' are allowed to walk in whenever they like, if we're in the living room. So we all go up to Miele's bedroom.

She is also doing fine. Her eyes have retained their shine and passion and she is not as skinny as Layla is.

In the care home, there are twelve residents, thirteen if Miele is included and their ages range from six to sixteen. She is the second eldest, after a sixteen year old boy, Henry.

We talk about everything that happened to us in the time thst we were seperated.

I have to go now.

Flora

A/N: And voila! Done at last! Hope you enjoyed the story. Review, please.