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Epilogue

Sam

It’s been seven days since the explosion at my home. The explosion that left mild burns on my arms legs and face and third degree burns on Mya’s back and legs. Seven days since she was placed in the burn unit of the ICU. Seven days she has been asleep, medically induced to assist with the excruciating pain of such severe burns.

Seven days since they arrested Micha Collins on a slew of charges too long for me to give a fuck about. Seven days since the state of Washington put a restraining order on me should I go Tenpenner on him too.

Its been six days since we learned the truth about Micha Collins, uber crazy obsessed fan of one Lexington Cherry. Turns out Mya was always meant to be the target of his sinister plan to get to Lexington. He admitted in a statement and signed confession that he was using Mya to get close with Lex. His plan was to get Mya to fall for him, kill her and be the one to comfort Lex in her loss. I was just a bonus for showing up when I did. I wish like fuck it was me in ICU and my girl was safe.

Crazy doesn’t bluff obviously.

Thank God he failed. Mya will have a difficult recovery and some scars, but scars are my thing. I dig ‘em and I love to tattoo them into something unreal. Since I was released a few hours after the fire, I started drawing up tats for her. I wanted her to see the minute she woke up that I would always be here to fix her.

Its been five days since any signs of infection decreased and I was finally allowed in the room. ICU is a two-person limit but this time I let Cal go all Rockstar on the staff. I knew her brothers and parents would want to see her, but I wasn’t fucking leaving.

Period.

Its been four days since Cal and I both learned that the ICU staff could care less who he was, and it was only two people allowed in. Its been four days since I had no choice but to share my time with her.

Its been three days since the news finally broke with statements on Micah and his creepy obsession. Luckily the bands PR rep Tayla, was able to protect Mya as much as she could. Its three days since Tay went batshit crazy on all press if they didn’t let everyone breathe. She promised a press conference once all the victims were in better condition and not a moment sooner.

Its been two days since I cried for the first time in the small chapel at the hospital. Two days since I prayed and begged Kace to watch over Mya and be her guardian. Its been two days since I have slept at all, the anxiety has just become too much.

Its been a day since we had any news, but here and now is the moment we needed and waited on.

Its today my girl will wake up.

Please, butterfly. Come back to me….