Forgotten

 

So, this is it guys. The epilogue. I feel happy, sad, and everything in between to finish this story, finally. I can't believe it took me so long and I apologize again for the months of no updates at all! 

I'm turning my attention to Forever Ignored now, you can expect an update for that in the next week or so. :) 

And please let me know if you wish me to continue the mailing list to notify you of future updates! The way to contact me is by email at: trappedlove@gmail.com. 

Oh, and I thank the pen name Pagan for pointing out the "staid"/ "stayed" situation, I can't believe I've been misspelling that for years!  English is not my first language so everyone, please let me know if you pick up on mistakes like this that I make repeatedly! I try to edit everything before posting it but it's so hard to pick up on your own mistakes, especially when I'm not even aware it's a mistake! :D 

Last but not least, I want to thank you all for reading. Love you guys!

 

Over and out, 

Traxie

 

EPILOGUE

 

 

I felt nervous, my hands going to my hair for the umpteenth time in the past fifteen minutes to make sure it was alright. I was wearing a pair of the better jeans Snake had gotten me and a wifebeater with a dress shirt over it. I checked myself on the mirror and smoothed my shirt over with sweaty palms, feeling nauseos. My eyes studied the ugly scars on my face, a constant reminder of what had happened, and I wished I could have covered them up somehow. Snake kept telling me that I had nothing to be ashamed of, that the scars didn't make me ugly. He said that they made me look tougher, gave me street credit as he put it. I didn't feel tougher with my pale skin marred so ugly, I felt weaker if anything.

I felt like I would puke any second now and wished I could just go to my room and hide in my bed. Unfortunately that was not an option. Not tonight.

”Stop fidgeting! It's only Keeran for fucks sake!” Snake grinned at me when I couldn't stand still for a second longer and I glanced at him with a pale face.

”Do you think I look okay? I mean-”

”You look very nice, Devin. They won't turn you away from the door at the restaurant, trust me.” Snake spoke calmly and walked up to me, his hands fixing my hair for me. ”Stop being so nervous, you've had dinner with Keeran hundreds of times.”

”Yeah. But not like this. I've never even been to a real restaurant before.” I muttered and Snake didn't even try hiding his amusement.

”You have table manners, just remember them and you'll be fine. ”

”O-Okay.” I drew in a calming breath and nearly jumped out of my skin when there was a knock on the front door, the one leading into the garden.

”Punctual! I like this young man already!” Snake exclaimed, heading for the door. He had been like this the whole day, ever since Keeran had asked me out on a date. Like I was his son going on his first date with someone he didn't know.

”Yeees?” Snake opened the door and I rolled my eyes when Keeran picked up on the little game my self-proclaimed uncle had going on.

”Hello, Sir. Is Devin home?”

”And you are?”

”Oh, I'm sorry, Sir. My name is Keeran. I'm a friend of Devin's.” Keeran replied politely and I felt a bright blush rise to my cheek. God, this was so embarrasing!

The show went on for a moment longer before Snake finally allowed me to step out of the apartment with Keeran, but not after having the older male swear that he'd bring me back by nine thirty. Shivers ran up and down my spine when Keeran set his hand lightly on my lower back to guide me towards the path leading around the building and to the front. where a black limo was waiting for us.

I felt so out of place sitting on the black leather seat next to Keeran and smiled nervously when the man handed me a glass of champagne. ”For you, Raspberry.”

”Thank you.” I spoke softly and accepted the glass, trying not to fidget. Keeran's hand brushed over my scarred cheek and I looked up, a little startled by the lips suddenly on mine. The kiss was sweet and short, and when Keeran pulled back he was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

I took a careful sip of my drink and rubbed my tongue against the roof of my mouth when I wasn't sure if I liked the taste or not. Keeran couldn't stop grinning like an idiot and I felt my nerves calm down a little when he reached over to take a hold of my hand.

”You look stunning.” Keeran complimented me and the blush that tinted my cheeks deepened. I shifted closer to Keeran and to my relief the man lifted his arm to allow me close. I slumped against this side and felt myself relax when Keeran's finger brushed at my hair lightly. I couldn't believe that Keeran's touch had once sent terror down my spine. We had spent hours on end together when I had been recovering from the torture Gennarelli had put me through and I had learned to trust him.

I knew now that he wasn't all bad, like I had believed him to be in the beginning, and although he had his flaws, I didn't think that he would hurt me ever again. He had apologized for the pain he had caused me in the past and I had forgiven him. I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to fully forget my past but I was willing to try. I wanted to try. I wanted to be happy. Happy with Keeran.

Snake had been sceptical of us spending so much time together and had actually refused to let Keeran take me out for a long time before saying yes. Keeran had told me that I didn't need Snake's permission to do things but I didn't want to do something Snake didn't approve of. Not that the tattooed man would ever hurt me, but he had done so much for me, I wanted to be a good nephew for him.

Ronan couldn't understand why I wanted to be close to Keeran either, calling his uncle a moody bastard when we had talked on the phone. I had wanted to ask his permission to go out with Keeran too, knowing that he would find out eventually and I really didn't want to loose my best friend. My only friend.

As said, Ronan didn't understand but he said he didn't have a problem with it for as long as Keeran wouldn't hurt me. And I was sure that he wouldn't.

Keeran might have been moody and temperamental but he protected his own with the same passion he hated his enemies with. Snake said he was like a mother lion protecting her cubs when someone dared to hurt the people close to him. Keeran hadn't appreciated being compared to a lioness but I agreed with my uncle's opinion. I understood now that if Keeran hadn't truly cared for me, he hadn't come rescue me from Gennarelli's. He wouldn't have risk his life, or the life his friends, to come get me if he didn't truly care for me. Nor would he have stayed at my bedside while I recovered either.

Realizing all this had taken away my fear towards him. I trusted now that I wouldn't be hurt. That even if Keeran would get angry with me, he wouldn't hurt me.

 

 

When the limo stopped in front of the restaurant, Keeran pulled the almost untouched glass of champagne from my fingers, and pressed a quick peck against my cheek before climbing out of the car. I was pulled after him and I drew in a calming breath when I stepped out of the limo. I made a conscious effort to straighten up my posture and smiled when Keeran gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

”Ready, darling?”

I replied with a simple nod, my smile genuine when I let Keeran lead me to the door of the restaurant. At that exact moment, despite my nervousness of dining in an actual restaurant, I felt truly happy. If only I could have stopped time right there.

THE END