Chapter One Hundred and ThreeLuke’s Point of View **The Next Day**I didn’t sleep at all last night, but I was contacted and given an appointment time to go and see Mike, so that was something I suppose. I just kept tossing and turning, and just when I thought I’d fall asleep... I didn’t. ..but I was up, dressed and at the Station early and on time for my appointment. I texted Peyton and told her that I was heading in and I’d call her afterwards before turning my phone off and heading inside.Sitting, waiting for Mike, I started thinking about what exactly I was going to say to him. I mean, he made his feelings perfectly clear yesterday but I can assume, the fact they are still allowing me to see him today, that he hadn’t confessed yet. The word being ‘’Yet’’. I still had some time to try and convince him otherwise. Only a few minutes later, the door opened and in came Mike. He didn’t seem surprised to see me, I suppose with an official meeting, he was told who had come to visit h
Chapter One Hundred and Three Michael’s Point of View Sitting in my cell having just left Luke, I picked up the pen and pieces of paper that the Guards had allowed me to have and started writing letters to each of the guys... Peyton, the kids... I even wrote one for Ella.. maybe Luke can take it to her grave for me… Thinking about it, a pang of guilt ran through me. To this day, I have never been to the place where they buried her. I wanted to go a few times over the past year, but I just couldn’t bring myself to go. I poured my heart and soul out into each letter, writing down all my apologies and trying to explain my actions the best I could... But of course, knowing they will probably be read by the Police before I had the chance to post them, I didn't put anything in them that could shift suspicion onto the guys. Sitting here, writing everything down made me truly realize how much of a complete and utter asshole I was to them. No wonder none of them, except Luke, wants anythi
Author Note; Trigger Warning, this chapter contains suicide. While I won’t be describing it in detail, it still might be upsetting to some people if you are sensitive to that. Please don’t read if you are offended or affected by that. Also, remember this isn’t fact, this is a work of fiction I have made up myself, some information might not be factually correct but for the sake of the story, this is how it's going. Enjoy!! ---------------------------------------------------------------Chapter One Hundred and Four** A Year Later **Michael’s Point of ViewMy life was just the same thing every single day. I wake up, I have breakfast, I get some time in the ‘’yard’’ which is exactly what it sounds like and then I go back to my cell. I spent 23 hours of the day cooped up in a little eight by six room. At least I don’t have a room mate, I'm too ‘’dangerous’’... apparently. This was my life, for literally the rest of my life, in a way, I kind of hoped for the death penalty but because
Chapter One Hundred and FiveMichael’s Point of View There was a loud ringing and beeping and a bunch of other very annoying noises that I couldn’t seem to shut off no matter how hard I tried. I knew my eyes were closed, but it was almost like they were weighed down. I couldn’t open them to see my surroundings but one thing was clear… I fucking failed. It's funny, I was a serial killer, but I couldn’t successfully kill myself? How ironic. …but one thing was obvious, I was in complete pain. Everything hurts. My arms, my legs, my stomach, my head, just everything, which was strange, but god knows what happened after I blacked out. Eventually, the weight keeping my eyes closed felt like it was starting to fade and I was able to open them ever so slightly and instantly, a bright white light invaded my vision. My eyes shifted around the room and I took in my surroundings as my sensitive eyes adjusted to the light. It was a hotel room, it was clear from the sterile colours and machines
Note: So, everything was all in Michael’s head while he was in a coma!? For those of you who have read the original version of this story would have already known that, but I am extending the book ever so slightly and adding a final twist at the end so! Keep reading to find out what that is! Also, for those wondering, there aren't many chapters left now :) Enjoy! -----------------------------------------------------------------Chapter One Hundred and SixA few weeks had passed and I was getting settled back in at home. It was so weird. What happened wasn’t real, but it felt real enough that having everyone back in the same house was just.. Strange. Having Ella and Thomas around was weird but... In a nice way. I wasn’t allowed to come home for another 10 or so days after I woke up, the Doctors wanted to make sure there was nothing seriously wrong. My head pain got really bad during that time though, which is why I stayed for 10 days instead of the 7 they said, but either way, I’m h
Chapter One Hundred and SevenElla’s Point of View The pain every now and then in my stomach was getting a bit more intense, but still not strong enough to make me worry or think it was labour. It was probably Braxton Hicks or something. The Doctor told me I'd likely get some of those in the lead up to actual labour, which is exciting! I’d had a shower and now started the seemingly daily chore of looking in the closet for something to wear. While Mike was in the hospital, I pretty much just lived in his clothes... Well, the ones that fit. It comforted me and made me feel close to him. Ah, I was just so glad he was home now. There was a small knock at the door and it opened slightly; ‘Hey, are you decent?’ It was just Peyton. I relaxed a little and told her she could come in. I was still just in my towel but she was my sister, plus she could help me find something to wear. ‘Hey, you alright?’ She asked, closing the door behind herself and walking over to give me a hug. ‘Yeah, I’m
Chapter One Hundred and EightMichael’s Point of View I felt so fucking helpless, there was nothing I could do for her. Ella was laying here, writhing in pain and I was just.. Sat there. Feeling like an absolutely awful person. I would take on all her pain if I could, but obviously, that wasn’t possible. The Maternity nurse said that because Ella was too far gone into her Labour by the time she arrived at the hospital, they couldn’t give her an epidural. Her waters had broken in the ambulance on the way. I had helped her undress and get into a thin and comfortable nightdress, she didn’t want one of the hospital gowns, but once she was changed, I helped her back up onto the bed and stayed by her side. The Nurse had put her legs up, preparing her for giving birth. ‘When was the last time you went to the toilet?’ She asked. What the fuck kind of question was that? ‘Um... I-I don’t remember, is that important right now?’ Ella asked, breathing heavily. ‘It is, a full bladder might ma
Chapter One Hundred and Nine Ella’s Point of View **A few Days later ** I laid down on the bed, feeling completely exhausted. I was able to come home from the hospital yesterday after only a day in. I just wanted to come back home and get settled and since the birth was relatively straight forward the Doctors had absolutely no issue with that, which was good. Peyton and Luke had been around a bit, but they knew when to go home and give us space. Same with Joey and Thomas, Damon however, had completely vanished. God knows what he was up to these days, he had been acting hella weird, but no one else seemed to have noticed… or they had and just weren’t mentioning it, and I didn’t feel it was my place to say anything. I closed my eyes, just feeling like I could sleep for a million years at this point, but I heard a chuckle and looked up, seeing Mike standing there holding the baby, smiling down at me. ‘See that, your mummy is so tired, shall we let her sleep? Shall we? Yeah, co