More Than This

"That’s bullshit, Mick. Everyone knows Jake and Logan. They were like, the hottest guys within 15 schools. Only you, perfect little Mikayla with the perfect boyfriend, so loyal, you didn't bother to see anyone else. Only you didn't know who he was."

I want to punch her and if she brings up Jake's name again I will.

"And that’s when I called him, Mick. I called Chris because I wanted to take something away from you, like you had me, but he wasn't supposed to kill them. I loved them too.”

"Don't you fucking DARE!" I snap at her. "Don't you fucking dare talk about my family or my boyfriend like you give a shit. You have no fucking right to speak their names or even think about them for the rest of your fucking life. Do you understand?" I breath in, trying to keep myself composed because I really don't want to punch a pregnant chick.

In the distance I see Jake get out of the truck, but he waits.

"Are you going to turn me in?" she asks, actually looking concerned.

And thats when I see her, truly see her.

"Look at you,” I spit out. "Who the fuck are you, Megan? What the fuck happened to you?”

I look at her disgusted, nose scrunched.

"You sleep around so much you don't even know who the father of that baby is. You think opening your legs and having some random guy pound into you is going to make them love you? Like James didn't. Every fucking day you have to look at yourself in the mirror. Every day you can live with the guilt of what you did. Of killing my parents, people that genuinely loved you. Killing my fucking 9 year old sister who looked up to you. Knowing that she'll never grow up and experience life. Everyday you have to wake up and be the person you are, and you have to live with it, and that Megan, that's punishment enough.”

And then I walk away from her, from all of this.

And I run to Jake.

Who's waiting for me.

With arms wide open.

Like always.

My Prince.

My Knight In Shining Armor.

My Happily Ever After.

Epilogue

*Mikayla*

It’s been 6 months since Megan’s confession. The only person I’ve told was Jake, and even that was because he forced it out of me. I guess it’s hard to hide the feelings and emotions you get when you find out that your best friend had a play in your families death.

Luckily for me, Jake was my rock, as always. He knew not to push me and he knew not to be distant. He just knew exactly what I needed him to be and I guess that’s why fate pushed us together.

Because Logan was right.

He is the other half of me.

I never did end up moving out of the house.

Jake and I have begun our happily ever after.

This year we started a new tradition, we made our own birthday shoeboxes. We decided to make them on the a

I love that he does it, that he unknowingly brings me part of them, every day.

And I love him.

I more than a lot love him.

With everything I have, all of me, every single part.

I love Jake Andrews, my very own prince.

And I can’t wait to tell our children our own fairytale and happily ever after.

*Logan*

If you knew about my past, you’d understand why I don’t let people get too close to me. The people that are supposed to love you don’t always do that. Sometimes they hurt you, physically and emotionally. Sometimes they just check out completely.

19 years of being alive and I’ve only loved one person, and that’s Dr. Matthews, or my dad as most people would know him. He saved my life, literally.

I’ve only ever been close to loving someone else one other time. Or at least I thought it could be love. But I had to kill that idea real quick, because the thing is, you don’t fall in love with your best friends girl.