Run (21 page)

And there was one thing that would always be most important: Not letting Mason down.

I packed up my books and laptop securing all of my things into my backpack and followed after several other students down the stairs of the classroom.

Who would believe I would be in college? I know it wasn’t something I would have ever imagined.

“I hope all this studying will pay off,” Cara, one of my new friends said as she caught up with me in the hallway.

“Yeah, same here,” I told her.

“See you this weekend maybe?” She was talking about the party we were both invited to. I never went out much but I promised myself if I could get in just a few more hours of studying I would let my hair down for the sake of my sanity.

“See ya,” she said taking off down the opposite end of the hallway.

I crossed the courtyard for my dorm, digging my cell phone out of my pocket before I was even there.

“Hey, girly.” My mother said, happy to see my face.

I smiled—something I never thought I was going to do again after losing Mason.

But now I was on my way to a career and so many better things in my life. I wanted to be a nurse. I wanted to help people instead of hurt them like I had seen my whole life.

“Just got out of class.” I told her. “I have so much work to do my head already hurts.”

She is happy I can see it in her eyes as we video chat with each other. “You are going to do perfect. I am so beyond proud of you already.”

I’ve made a lot of friends since college but my mother has become the best friend I have always needed. We share a bond that I never imagined would be possible.

“Hold on while I open the door,” I tell her unlocking my dorm room.

I bring the phone back up. “Okay.”

Dixie jumps into view. “Kendall! I miss you.” She shows me all her new Barbies and tells me about school.

Finally Mom is able to speak to me again. “I am going to let you get settled in for the night. Give me a call tomorrow, okay?”

I assure her that I will and end the video call putting my phone on my desk.

I lift the mail off of my desk, I hadn’t bothered looking at it the other day because I was too busy with work.

Another payment receipt from the good state of South Carolina for their fault in my abduction and nightmare of my life. If not for them I wouldn’t be in college now.

I fold it up and pull the giant scrapbook out from under my bed. I ran my fingers over the laminated newspaper clippings of Aunt Wanda and Payton’s trials.

The judge handed down the harshest of punishments to the both of them for all of their crimes. He didn’t go easy on either one of them for what they put Mason and me through.

Payton and Wanda were both sentenced to two consecutive life sentences which meant they would never see the light of day again.

Mason’s selfless act was enough proof for the court to look past anything we were involved in for the reason I never thought anyone would understand. But somehow the world worked in our favor—Mason just wasn’t here to see it.

I know he would have been happy to know that things did turn out well for me.

I flip the page and can’t deny the inner happiness I feel seeing the words in black and white next to Wanda’s name. She was attacked in prison and killed.

It seemed Karma really did exist and she got exactly what was coming to her.

I didn’t have many pictures of Mason. I only had a few but I cherished every one.

I slipped the receipt in the back of my scrapbook and shut it slipping it back underneath my bed.

I slipped my sweatshirt off looking at the tattoos adorning my skin. I turn around and stare at Mason’s name on my shoulder. I chose to put it there so I knew he was always watching over me and had my back.

And I slipped the t-shirt over my head touching the date on my wrist. The date we touched down back in South Carolina when the pieces of my life shattered and then came back together again. It was my new beginning even if I didn’t see it that way at the time.

I crawled onto my bed and turned on my television immersing myself in a cooking show. I opened my textbook and started working on some homework.

Maybe a year ago I thought I was falling apart at the thought of living in a world without Mason—but somehow he had managed to help me piece myself back together.

My phone chimed and I snagged it off the desk. I smiled at Lainey’s silly text and told her I missed her and her family. We still kept in touch.

After news broke, Roger and Anna made it a point to contact me and make sure I was all right. They would always hold a spot in my heart.

I scrolled down to Jay—the guy that tried to save me. We still talked as well, the only difference now he was about to marry and he was having a baby.

He found someone who made him happy and he deserved that.

Everything good in the world deserved happiness.

I wasn’t angry with Aunt Wanda anymore. I let go of my anger and hatred toward that woman because hating her was only making me what she was and I never wanted to be anything like her.

She was a part of my life that I would never forget but I could move on from it.

And that was what I was doing.

I would always be that broken girl deep down, but I was slowly learning how to be okay with that.

Mason Vaughn showed me that even broken people deserved to be loved. He showed me that I mattered and I was worth fighting for.

He was my saviour and would always be my one true love.

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