Epilogue
It’s Sunday night now. I only get one more night of him holding me before our normal lives take over.
“Come with me,” he says, popping his arm up on the bed as he rubs his finger around my nipple. We just made love for the hundredth time in two days. I’m sore and aching in all the right places and I want it to be like that for the rest of my life.
“What?” I turn to face him. “You have work.”
“I can leave. I have enough money to start a business somewhere else if I wanted.”
“Your son-”
“He can visit. He is an adult now. I’ll always be there if he needs me, but my life is starting again, with you.”
Right as I open my mouth to say yes, the door slams shut and I sit up in bed. No.
“Amelia! Camden!” My dad roars so loud it shakes the house. “Oh, no.” I cover my mouth.
“It’s going to be okay.” He covers me up with a blanket and puts on his pants just when my dad opens the door with my mom crying behind him.
“So it’s true.” His face turns red. “I didn’t want to believe it.” My dad charges at Camden and pushes him against the wall. “What did you do to my daughter? I want you to leave, you hear me? Leave. I can’t believe you. You’ve known her all your life and you’d do this? Get out before I fucking kill you!” he screams, throwing a fist at Camden’s face but he dodges it.
“Stop! Dad, stop!”
“And you, young lady, I’m so disappointed. You’re acting like a whore. He wanted nothing more than sex from you!”
Camden throws a punch this time, slamming my dad in the cheek. “You can say what you want to me, but leave her alone. Pack a bag, sweetheart, we are leaving.”
My dad wipes the blood from his lip and points a finger at me, “You aren’t going anywhere.”
“I love him! I always have. You can’t keep me from him.” I hold the sheet to my chest as tears fall down my face. “I’m an adult. I get to choose.”
“You go with him, you are no longer welcome in this house.”
My chin quivers when my heart breaks, but if he is going to make me choose, then he never cared about my happiness. “I’m leaving with Camden.”
“Don’t bother packing. Get the fuck out of my house now. Nothing here is yours.”
Camden pushes my father and runs to the other side of the bed where I’m at, lifting me in his arms. “Fine. She never has to worry about anything again with me anymore. Keep your shit. She’s mine now.”
I don’t look back as Camden whisks me away. Me in nothing but a sheet and him without a shirt and in sweats. “It’s us. Just like how it was always supposed to be, sweetheart.” Camden kisses my forehead.
“You’re mine now.”
“You never told me what this means,” I say through a bubbled emotion lodged in my throat. I trace the tattoo again on his side.
“Amelia. It says Amelia. I got it on your eighteenth birthday because I knew you were mine.”
His.
In mind, body, and soul.