Dawson's POV,
She looked amazing when she came walking out to my car. I knew why Dalton fell for her. Her long blond hair blew in the warm air. "Good morning." She said as she reached the car.
"Good morning beautiful. Are you hungry?" She nodded her head at me and put her seatbelt on. I took her far out of town and we found a cafe alongside the ocean. She was so calming to be around. Her mouth just ke
"I asked you a question?""Why do you have a gun?" Christina asked me while she held onto a bag. "Or better yet, what are you doing here?" I could see the tears in her eyes."What's all the noise?" Brenda said walking down the hallway. "Chris, what's wrong?" Brenda asked running to her side. That's when I noticed her eyes were black and blue and she had dry blood on her lips.
Brenda's POV,Once I got back to my hometown. The first thing Chris and I did was head over to Dillon's parent's home. I needed to know everything they knew. Chris and I sat there with Dillon's parents. "I'm so sorry," I said to his mother. Dillon's mother has always been such a sweet woman. All the years Dillon and I dated. We got along so well. She gave me a big hug.
It was almost like I couldn't move or do anything with my time. I sat there on that bed waiting to hear anything from the cops. Chris was doing nothing but pacing back and forth in the room. I knew she was scared. More scared than I was. I guess all this was still trying to sink its way into my mind. I was still in shock with everything. He never showed me that side of him. He has never been anything but sweet and loving to me. Maybe it was all a dream I was going to wake up from. All I could think about was how I wished that none of this was going to be true, but I knew in my heart that it was. He really loved me so much that he got rid of what was standing in front of us.
I know this sounds bad, but when I left that room. My heart broke. He looked so lost and confused. I blamed myself once again. Did I really drive the only man that I have ever loved to go crazy and kill people? It was all like a really bad dream I couldn't wake up from.I almost ran into someone when I turned to walk down the hallway. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," I said as I looked up and a man stood there in a suit. He was very tall and had sandy-colored blond hair. His eyes were light brown and he had a five o'clock shadow. He was very good looking.
My eyes started to flutter open. I felt like someone had punched me in the gut. I was laying on something soft. I had a pillow under my head. I opened my eyes and the sun was shining in. I was in a bedroom. I was in a bed. I wasn't tied up or pinned down. I sat up and that's when I saw him. Dalton was asleep in a chair across the room from me. I looked at the door and I knew if I was quiet. I could run and get out of that room. Dalton was a heavy sleeper, but Dalton was also very smart. I knew he would have that door locked."I'm sorry, you know?" I heard him say. I turned and looked b
"Three days Brenda, you have been out cold for three days." I heard his voice and felt his hand on mine. I started to crack my eyes open. Dawson sat next to me on the bed."Three days?" I managed to say. Then everything came crashing back to me and I sat up and scooted myself away from Dawson. I yelled out when I used my hand to move away. I looked at my hand that was all wrapped up. I then looked at Dawson. His face looked pained. I wondered what the hell he was doing here?
I went into my bedroom and decided to jump in the shower. I wanted to freshen up a bit. I decided on a simple little red summer dress. I left my hair down and did a little makeup. I could smell dinner cooking. I opened the bedroom door and headed down the hallway. I walked in to find Dawson swinging his hips to the music he had on his phone. I giggled and didn't want to interrupt him. Then he stood up straight and stopped dancing. I ducked back a little but I knew I had been caught. "Brenda?" I heard him say. I just stood with my back against the wall and smiled. "I know you're there." I jumped out and yell boo.
It's been four months since Dalton took me. I've been out in this cabin all this time. I don't know how to explain, but he hasn't tried anything with me. He doesn't yell or threaten. He is kind and loving. I'm not tied down or locked inside. I'm allowed out of the cabin and I go into the woods. I don't run or scream. I tell myself every morning when I wake up. I'm keeping people safe. He brings me anything I want or need. We have breakfast together. We have lunch together. We have dinner together. He leaves at times and still, I don't run. He is not bossy or controlling. He never tries to kiss me or touch me. I honestly don't know what his game is. I'm scared and I miss Dawson. I pray every night that he is still alive, but I'm afraid he is not.
Ten years later..."Come on baby, you can do it.""I swear to god you are never touching me again.""You say that every time.""THIS TIME ITS THE TRUTH!" Dawson just smiled at me and all I wanted to do was punch him. Our daughter Hudson was born and while I was half asleep. Dawson was walking around the room singing to her."You really want to make this our last one?" He asked me in a whisper."You know better than to ask me that right after. She makes five Dawson.""You told me you wanted a big family. Since we don't have any." I just smiled at my husband. We were pregnant and married in the first year we were together. We had a small wedding here in Oregon. Luca and some of his family and members came. it was a beautiful day. I also gave birth to our son Max that year. Max is almost eleven. Max is also our only son. He now has four sisters and they all drive him crazy. Christina is nine, Maggie is six, Chole is four, and now he has
"Married? I... sounds wonderful." I said and took a seat on my porch. Dawson followed me to the porch and sat next to me."Are you sad sweetheart?" He asked me. I smiled up at him."A little, but I don't have the right to be upset. I didn't expect you two to just wait for me." Dawson smiled back at me. "Does he know your here?""Yes, he knows. I just felt it was the right thing to do by letting you know.""And what about you?""What about me?""Are you seeing someone?" He looked out at the front yard."No. What about you?""Me? No way. I'm to busy.""Doing?" I started to tell him all about my life. He listened with a smile on his face. "I wanted to know if you would be my date for Luca's wedding?" My mouth fell open."I don't think that would be smart.""Why? He knows I'm here telling you.""I just don't want to impose.""Everyone wants to see you, Brenda. Even Luca said to bring you." My eyes
Brenda's POV,I rushed to the end of the bed and looked at his lifeless body laying on the ground. He had a hole in his head and one in his chest. I glanced over at Dawson who still had his gun pointed at Dalton. I also looked at the bedroom door where Luca stood with his gun pointed at the floor. Both men shot and both men hit. Dalton was dead and all I could do was fall back to the bed and take a deep breath. This was all over and I felt sad and good at the same time.Over the next week, Luca and I did our best to keep Dawson out of prison. Detective Edward also did his best to help us. Edward ending up finding all the evidence he needed to know for sure Dalton was behind everything. Inclouding murdering Dawson's mother. Because Dawson served all that time for his mother's death. He was let go of all the charges and he was a free man.Dawson and Luca had become close. Dawson had decided to join Luca's family. After Luca asked him to of course. We all seemed to
Dawson's POV,"Dawson you stay with me," Luca said as we approached the large house hidden in the mountain. Dalton was being smart. The place was covered with men and guns. The back was fenced off with a six-foot wood fence. We all stayed quiet, all twenty-eight of us. By the looks of it. We had them outnumbered. No one was allowed to go until Luca made the call. This was going t be an ambush. We all crept down watching everything. Just then Dalton came out the front door. He walked to one of the pillars and land against it. We watched as he lit up a smoke.
Dalton's POV,"I hope you will be comfortable here. I've got all your favorite things in here. There's a place for you to read in the window and I have this bookshelf full of your stories. I thought since you lost your memory. These would be new again and you would fall in love with them.""Thank you," She said and started to walk around the room, checking things out.
The breeze out here by the water felt amazing. I love to come out here and read. I was going to be getting married in three days. It was nice to have some time to myself. So much has been going on. A lot of Luca's family has been showing up and all the decorations have been coming along nicely.If I walk out to the water I seem to have found myself some alone time. It was close to sunset, but I didn't care. I loved to watch it set. I left my phone up at the house and didn't tell anyone I was going. Luca wasn't home, he had some business to take care of this evening. I just needed a few
A year later..."Now go pull the meatballs out of the oven mio caro (my dear)." I walked over to the oven and pulled them out and set them on the counter. I've been here in Italy with Luca for a year now. I have accepted who Luca and his family are. I have learned respect for them and I have never met anyone like them. Their family values mean everything to them. His parents and brother have taken me in like one of their own. I feel like I have a family again. They all know my secret and still, they are good to me.
The last week here in Italy with Luca has been amazing. His family home is huge and sits on ten ackers of land. You can see the ocean from his home. Luca and I have been getting very close. I know I'm starting to have feelings for him. I have let my guard down, but for some reason, I don't think I need to protect Luca from Dalton. Being here has caused me to see somethings I can't explain, at least not yet. I feel as though Luca and his family may have some secrets of there own. for one there are armed guards all over the place. why do they need so much sercity? Lots of people come and go here. I have seen someone new almost everyday. People also get very quiet around me.
Dawson's POV,"I'm telling you she is not here.""Then where the hell is she?"