“If he planned on doing what he discussed with me … that is why I came for her. Why I did what I did.” I close my eyes, squeezing the steering wheel tightly. “I’m sorry.” I open my eyes, hating to look into hers, hating the disbelief and judgment I will see there.
There was only strength in her eyes, and she meets mine squarely. “Honey, I don’t know what you did to him, and I don’t care. Blood doesn’t excuse evil. You stopped what needed to be stopped.” She nods at me once, and then steps back, walking back to her family and swinging Annie up onto her hip. They turn toward me and wave together, and I wave back and pull out, hitting the highway and heading toward home, if my one room prison can be called that.
CHAPTER 57: The end of JessReilly19
Life was never the same after that day. The darkness that had plagued my life for four years was gone, disappearing when I sank that knife into Ralph’s neck. I felt it fully lift, tangible in its freedom, about three hours after I left that church parking lot. I don’t know whether Ralph actually died. I like to believe that my wound was shallow enough to be non-fatal. I like to believe that the ambulance got there quickly enough to save his life. I calculated the minutes several times during my long drive home. From the moment of stab until the time that rescue would have arrived was approximately twenty minutes, give or take a few. A lot of bad can happen in twenty minutes, but at the same time, a fighter with a shallow wound could easily hold on for that long.
I no longer cam. I listed all of my equipment, sans the toys, on eBay and made a whopping total of two thousand dollars for about fifty grand worth of stuff. A travesty, but one I didn’t dwell on. I would have paid to get rid of the stuff, the cleansing act that it was.
Mike did forward me an article that was printed in the Statesboro Times. It described Annie’s rescue and stated that the police thoroughly searched the trailer, finding a cardboard box that contained multiple news clippings along with photos and souvenirs from over eight missing girls. They also found a laptop, the original that Mike had cloned. With the information found on the laptop, they hoped to solve the cases of the missing girls, and bring some closure to their families.
I found a small home in Memphis, Tennessee and paid cash for it, my Audi convertible, and four years of tuition. I’m going to study Psychology. I put another half million in the stock market, in case I ever have need for a ridiculously large rainy day fund. The rest of my bank account, a grand total of seven hundred thousand dollars, I gave to Annie. I put half of it in a trust for her to receive at age twenty-one, the rest went to her parents and “Angel”—the kitten we adopted that one Wednesday morning. It was a small price to pay for my freedom and my salvation. As much as I may have rescued Annie, she rescued me even more. And I had needed rescuing so, so badly.
CHAPTER 58: Jeremy Bryant
I tackled Jeremy, his body hitting the hard snow, breath whooshing out of him in one pathetic groan. “Come on!” he wheezed, wrapping his arms around me, rolling on top of me, his red face above mine, cold snow now encasing me. He looked down at me, his cheeks red from the air, eyes playful, and bits of snow stuck to his eyelashes. He was stunningly gorgeous, and utterly in love with me. It shone from every pore, was present in every gentle touch, sweet kiss, and thoughtful gesture. I stuck my tongue out at him and grinning, he leaned down and took my mouth, capturing my tongue and tormenting it with his own. I finally broke loose and squealed, squirming out from his body and crawled away, reaching for his niece, Olivia. She held out her hand, gripping mine with a lion’s ferocity and tried to help me up, pull me to my feet. But he captured us both, tumbling us into an inescapable embrace and we giggled in defiance, beating his strong arms with our mitten encased fists, screaming for mercy until he finally released us.
We ran, the three of us, up the hill and to my home, where chicken parmesan and a movie awaited us. It was, as much as I could ever imagine, a perfect life.
That night after I rescued Annie, Jeremy was outside my door when I returned home, sitting on the orange carpet in the hall of my complex. It was late; I had driven straight through the day, my bones exhausted and eyes drooping. He stood when he saw me, his strong arms reaching for me and crushing me into a hug—a hug that I didn’t want, and didn’t need, until the moment I was touched. I sank into his grasp, the strength of his embrace fortifying me, the affection so foreign, so forgotten, that I almost cried from the sheer beauty of it. I had been alone so long, scared of myself and for myself, so deprived of so many freedoms. His hug broke me, broke every wall I had built, dam I had constructed, and weight I carried. He supported me, his arms strong around me. He lifted me up with his arms, propping me against the wall as his eyes found my face, worry and concern in them.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes sweeping my body, checking and reassuring him that I was in one piece.
“Please, hold me.” The words spilled from me, uncontrolled—a tidal wave of emotion pushing in every direction out of my body, tears plummeting down my face.
He stared at me wordlessly, and then leaned over, lifting me easily in his strong arms, and carried me inside.
Jeremy helped me to undress, his eyes respectfully looking the other way as I pulled on sweatpants and a t-shirt. Then he tucked me into bed, holding me in his strong arms as I curled to one side, my body perfectly tucked into his. I had never been held in this way, and the last thought, as my mind sank into slumber, was that I never wanted to leave this spot again.
I slept for two days, woken occasionally by my bladder or stomach. Jeremy always there, his strong presence filling in the void left by my weak one. And then, on day three, I was back.