So here's the final chapter to Wishing He Was Mine. Thank you to everybody who stuck in there with me till the end. I can't believe that I actually finished something for the very first time. It feels good to actually figure out what's happens to the characters in the end. I'm now expiermenting with this story from Benny's POV but I'm not quite sure yet. I want to write a couple of chapters before I get there. Anyways, thank you guys again. I appreciate all the reviews you given and hope that I can continue to write for you guys.

My father had at some point during the time in between Benny rescuing me from the closet and when the police had knocked on the door to take him away. They found him unconscious on the living room floor, multiple liquor bottles surrounding him. An officer had informed my Mom that he had alcohol poisoning and would have to be taken to the hospital to have his stomach pumped before they could book him at the jail. Benny, Smalls, and I watched from the tree house as the police car followed the ambulance my Father was in.

"You know, a week ago, I never would have thought this would happen," I said as the police car followed the ambulance around the corner.

"What, that you would never have to see that sorry excuse for a father again?" Smalls asked. I shook my head no.

"No, I knew that at one point in time, I wouldn't ever have to see him again. Whether it be I left for good or he killed me first," I felt Benny flinch next me and he took my hand. "But I knew he would be out of the way for good one day."

" Then, what is it?" Smalls asked.

"That someone would know. I always thought that it would forever be some deep dark secret."

:Why did you want to keep it from us anyways?" Benny asked.

"That's not important now. Because you guys have proven it wrong," I told them.

We sat there in silence until we heard Smalls' mom call him in for dinner. Smalls said his goodbyes and went on his way. When Smalls left, Benny pulled me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me. I leaned into his touch. Resting my head against his shoulder.

"Is it really over?" I asked, my voice muffled by his broad, muscular shoulder. He gently lifted my head back up so I was looking into his deep brown eyes.

"It is," he replied.

"But, what if he doesn't stay in jail? It could happen."

"You're not going to have worry about it. Because I'm not going to let him lay another finger on you," he told me.

I couldn't help but smile. I placed a chaste kiss on his cheek and tightened my hold around him, silently letting him know that I was not going to let go.

"I'm never going to let anyone hurt you ever again. I promise you that," he said. He placed a kiss on the top of my head.

"I love you Audrey." Benny said. "More than you can ever know."

"I love you, too," I told him. I knew I could trust him with this information. That he would never use it against me. And as he leaned in covering my lips with his, I closed my eyes, actually looking forward to what I was going to see the next time I opened them.

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So maybe stereotypes aren't all bad, after all. I mean, come on, I just told you of one of the most classic stereotypes of them all. But sometimes, they just happen. Otherwise, there wouldn't be stereotypes in the first place.

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