Today's the day! It's my dad's birthday! And it's a day off from school, and a musical prodigy is performing tonight at my school... and my aunts are coming over to dinner. What a busy day, wait I'm forgetting something...

OMG! iGoodbye is premiering tonight! I totally forgot!

Okay, so maybe I lied about forgetting about it, since I worked my chiz off today trying to finish this epilogue before it airs tonight!

So here you go! I hope you like it.

Katrina Benson ran out into the dark street as fast as her 3 inch pumps could take her. Her perfectly made up curly brownhair was now loose and wild. Her revealing black prom grown was wrinkled and torn. Katrina was hurt. She was hurt, angry and confused. Katrina was doing something she never dreamt of doing; running away from her senior prom.

"Finally," she sighed. She found her oasis in this twisted desert: Her home. Katrina dashed up the steps without tripping, and tried to wipe away the tears. Her parents will certainly know something happened. It wasn't even midnight. Opening the door, she found her parents making out on the couch. It was gross, but she was used to it. "We're hopelessly in love," was her father's lame excuse. That usually made her Mother bring out the so-called "love lines book" and laugh.

That was only one of the many inside jokes her parents wouldn't share with her, and so she had to pump the info through her Aunt Carly.

Amidst their sucking of each other's face, they both faced her when she entered the room. Curious and concerned why their daughter was home so early. All Katrina could to was stare at them through her bloodshot eyes. Why were her parents so happy all the time? This angered her. An intense flash of jealousy came across her eyes.

"David tried to rape me!" She screamed at once.

Sam and Freddie immediately exchanged looks of shock.

"Kit-Kat...did David, um, seduce you?"

"No," she whispered.

Relieved sighs escaped from Sam and Freddie's throats.

"BUT HE TRIED!" She shrieked.

Freddie crossed his arms "I told you that dress was-"

"This isn't the time Freddie!" Her mother interrupted in a sing-song voice. She place her hand on the side table and steadied herself.

"Too much stress, not enough sleep..." she mumbled incoherently.

Freddie scowled in a fatherly matter. "I never really liked that boy," he muttered.

Katrina stomped up the stairs and slammed her bedroom door with a muffled sob. Not three seconds passed before a high-pitched cry pierced through the house.

"No! She woke the baby!" She covered her ears and approached the room that occupied the shrilling baby.

"No, wait baby. I'll calm down Tommy. You talk to Katrina." Freddie replied.

"But I'm not good at doing girl chat with my teenage daughter." She whined.

"Well, I can always cheer her up with an extra long Galaxy Wars marathon..."

"Don't you dare implant your space nerd junk in my daughter's brain when she's emotionally unstable," Sam warned "besides; I think I know what to do. Now where is our family scrapbook...?"

Sam walks away absentmindedly, while Freddie chuckles at her.

"That Galaxy Wars trick works every time..."

There was seriously nothing that Katrina wanted to do more than climbing into a hole and die.

It was her senior Prom for crying out loud! She was supposed to be in a 'magical world' and have 'all of her dreams come true!' What she wanted, more than less expected was a fairytale. But of course every girl's nightmare turns into her reality, Katrina's prince David turned out to be one of the ugliest looking dragons there is.

Who is David exactly?

David is Katrina's ex-boyfriend of 6 months that she thought she loved. Tonight David literally dragged her away from the massive chocolate fountain, locked them in a classroom, and tried to pry her dress off her body. But she didn't take that. (Well of course she didn't, her mother's a Puckett) She said she didn't want to have sex. No. Does he not understand what that word means? Apparently not, because when he ignored her protests, (the moment when he went from lustful boyfriend to potential rapist) she had to whip out her old butter sock (she was going to use it to store the chocolate) and beat him up. That's right; Katrina Benson of 100 pounds beat up the captain of the football team.

For anyone who's interested, he's now in the hospital being treated for a broken nose, a couple of broken ribs and sweaty sock intoxication. (Okay, so maybe after she beat him up with the sock, she made him eat it...She had to hide the evidence somehow!)

The point isn't that she could get away; it's that he didn't listen. He said he loved her, and she believed it, even though she didn't quite feel the same way, but if he truly loved her, they'd still be at the prom. Now she felt so pathetic and used.

Why couldn't she have a high school romance like her Aunt Carly and Uncle Brad? They got together on her parents anniversary, they got married and had a blissful life. When aunt Carly was pregnant, she named her son Darcy from Pride and Prejudice. Apparently, that book somehow got them closer together. It was all so romantic. Oh, um, not that Katrina likes romantic stuff! Phsss, no! She's no Macy.

Katrina sighed under the covers of her bed. If she was going to be like this all night, she might as well get into something more comfortable. She got out of bed, kicked off her pumps and looked at reflection in the mirror. It was a nice dress. She remembered the day she got it.

I knew it was the one the moment I put it on. I didn't care if it was black, it's not like I'm traditional anyways; it was perfect. The thing is, I'm not really the kind of girl that goes crazy over clothes. In fact, I feel really self-conscious when I'm around my friends. They all seem to have this X factor about them. I'm just plain average. But in this dress, I feel confident. I know, it sounds silly... but I felt like a princess for once.

The employee that worked at the boutique obviously thought so too, because she gasped when I came out of the dressing room. "You look gorgeous, gal! Show it off to ya'll family." She had a heavy southern accent, which made me feel even more like I was on 'Say Yes to the Dress Atlanta'.

My mom, dad, Uncle Spencer and Aunt Carly were here. When I emerged from the back of the store, I could see that my family approved, at least, almost everyone.

"Kat, you have to buy that dress. It's The One." Aunt Carly said. Tears were threatening to spill. I had to restrain from rolling my eyes. Aunt Carly was so over dramatic.

Mom kept it short and simple. "Yep, that's the one... can we get Tacos now? I'm hungry!" It really wasn't her fault that she wasn't that into it though, Mom isn't really the fashion kind of girl either, and she was uncomfortable being 9 months pregnant.

Actually, if it wasn't for Dad, Mom would've gotten her Tacos much sooner.

"No, absolutely not, that dress is inappropriate for your age!"

"I'm 18!" I stated, clearly annoyed.

"You might be 18, but you're living under your father's roof as in MY roof, and I'm the one whose paying. Your breasts are, like, falling out of that thing!"

"DAD!" This is so embarrassing!

"Freddie..." Mom warns.

My sales lady, clearly wanting to make a sale butts in.

"In all due of respect Mr. Benson, this is your daughter's senior prom, and I've seen girls in much skimpier dresses."

"Come on Spence, back me up here. That is not something to wear to a high school dance!"

"It's not some high school dance, it's the prom, C'mon Uncle Spencer, tell him."

We both stared at him waiting for an answer.

Uncle Spencer, as childish as ever sticks his fingers in his ears. "LALALALALA I"M NOT TAKING SIDES HERE!"

Carly, also ashamed pushes him down. "Sit down!" She scolds. "Little Darcy is more mature than you! And he's four! You're almost 50 years old!"

That set him off again. "LALALALALA DON'T MENTION MY AGE! LALALALA"

"Frankly Daddy, I don't care what you think. If you don't like it then fine, I don't need your help, I'll buy it myself." I boldly declared.

And I smirked the whole time purchasing it. Like the cat that ate the canary."

And as much as it pains her to admit, her dad was right. Maybe it was a little too much cleavage for her age. It's probably what started the problem in the first place. Curse stupid boy hormones!

Katrina violently strips the dress off and stuffs it in the back of her closet. Out of sight, out of mind right? She wished. She rummaged through her drawers until she found something that made her smile. It was one of her mother's old penny- tees. It said 'Careful! I bite!' Definitely one of her favorites. She put it on, along with some pajama pants, but she left the smudged make up on. It would be a sign to her parents that she's still grieving. Kat shuffled back to her bed, lost in thought.

Strangely enough, you'd think she'd be thinking about what a jerk David was. Well she was thinking about that, but it surprised her that she was actually more interested about wondering what Jared was up to.

Oh Jared, the nerdy guy next door. She always said that she hates him... but that's kind of stretching the truth a bit... or okay, a lot. Katrina teased him, Jared teased back. It surprised her. She liked it. It gave her a challenge, something no one ever did.

She remembers how they were like when she and Macy (her best friend) started high school...

"Dude, if you tell anyone... AND I MEAN ANYONE that I like Galaxy Wars, I'll rip your head off!" I had Jared pinned up against the lockers. " .UNDERSTAND?" I whispered as loudly as I could to get my point across without anyone overhearing the conversation.

"I don't get it! I just asked you if you wanted to watch it with me tonight, because I heard it playing at your house last night."

A group of kids started to gather around.

'Don't blow your reputation Benson...' I thought to myself.

"Ha! Did you hear that? This nub here thinks I like Galaxy Wars! ME! Kat Benson! What a joke!" I said to the kids. They laughed along with me. Good.

"But you do like Galaxy Wars-"

"I DO NOT!" I slam him.

"Owww, I think you just dislocated my shoulder!"

"Just like your brain!" I retort. Macy then comes out of the bathroom and pushes her way through the crowd.

Kaaaaaat, let Jared go!" She whined.

"Fine." I dropped him on the floor.

"Thank you Macy!" Jared ogled over her. He makes me want to barf.

"Can't we all just be friends?"

"Yeah! What Macy said." He just likes backing her up.

"When they were handing out brains you arrived too late, all you got was a rain check!" I taunted

"Well, you didn't get a brain that day either! They were just giving them out to the ones who'd use it!"

"I know you're trying to insult me, but I know you like me, your tail is wagging."

"I like Macy." He stated, looking at her. She just shook her head.

"Not going to happen."

"I know." He sighed.

"You'd be lucky if a hobo liked you!"

"Brunette headed demon!"

"Hobknocker!"

"What are we? In the 2000's now?

"NYEEEH"

"NYEEEE-"

"Guys just stop it! Learn to get along with each other okay? You're both my friends, so you'll just have to deal with it." Macy interrupts.

"For you Macy..."

"You make me sick!" I grumble.

"Kat..." Macy warns.

"I know, I know."

It's not like she blamed him for liking Macy though. She was Katrina's complete opposite. She's nice, sensitive, and well... blonde. Yet, they were best friends. They complemented each other, she guessed. Jared always loved Macy, and that made her jealous. Nobody ever paid attention to her. She was just the smart girl who'd kick your butt if you told her that.

Over time Katrina's teenage girl hormones kicked in and bam, she started crushing Jared. She didn't even know why! He's intelligent, (stupid smart, not cool smart like her.) sweet, hot, and tall. She's not. It was embarrassing, but also frightening. She was afraid; she didn't want him to laugh at her face. It would ruin everything. They all got along together a lot better now, they were all best friends, and they hung out together every day. Telling him the truth would mess their whole friendship apart. She'd rather lie to herself than risking not ever seeing him again.

Well, that changed when David came into the picture. Over the years, Kat developed into quite a fine looking lady. In fact, many, many guys admired her from afar. They were just too scared to tell her so.

David, was the guy with the guts. He simply told her that he thought she was hot, so he wanted to go out with her. How could Katrina turn him down? It would be the perfect opportunity to get over Jared. It's not like there was anyone else who liked her... Or so she thought...

A few minutes later someone knocks on her door. Her mother walks right in before Kat could open it to slam it in her face. Why do parents do that? Haven't they heard of privacy?

"Hi sweetie, how are you feeling?" Sam asks uncharacteristically. As in, it doesn't sound forced.

"I don't want to talk about it." Katrina grumbles, and turns around facing the wall.

Sam tries to place a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't touch me!" She draws back.

Sam gave her daughter a stern look, as if she has no choice but to share all of her secrets. Grownups do that a lot too, she mused.

Katrina rolled her eyes. She knows her mother is stubborn like her, and won't leave until something's said.

"He tried to put his hands up my bra alright?" She said rather rudely.

"So, I broke his nose and a few of his ribs." She continued in a 'no big deal' attitude.

Sam resists the urge to smile. She's proud that her daughter could defend herself, but now's not the time to admit that she approves of this. So she slaps on a motherly look, and pretends she's bothered by it.

"Kit-Kat, look, you don't have to hide your feelings from me, okay? Your dad... Maybe, but not me."

Katrina gives no reply.

"Can't you see I'm trying to speak to you? This is something more up of Aunt Melanie or Carly's street. I'm doing my best! Just talk to me! I promise nothing will leave this room."

She tries to comfort Kat, but just like her mother, Kat doesn't like to show weakness in front of other people.

Sam was sitting on the side of her bed. Katrina was sitting cross legged, with her back to her. She sniffled.

"I can't, Puckett's don't cry remember, mom?"

Sam frowned, since when was she quoting her?

"True, but you're a Benson. And Benson's are allowed to cry. In fact, your Grandma Benson is a cry-baby."

"You're a Benson too, mom." She smirked, raising an eyebrow.

"But that's different!" Sam whined. "I was born a Puckett!" she then softens her voice,

"And I do cry, just when you're not around, that's all."

Katrina continued staring at the bare wall, not responding.

"Look," Sam says undoubtedly frustrated, "I know you don't want to talk. I wouldn't either if I were you. Just read this okay? I think it'll make you feel better."

It was only then, when Katrina noticed that her mother had an envelope in her hand.

"Oh and your father is worried, he thinks it's his fault that you're up here. He wanted me to ask you if you wanted to watch the old Galaxy Wars with him."

Katrina raised her eyebrows again. "The old Galaxy Wars?"

"The ones that were out when we were kids, you know, on DVD players."

Katrina tried not to laugh, "DVD PLAYERS? Um, No thank you. That's awful quality... You see the lighting used back then was-"

"I know that you're half your Dad, Kat, but please, sometimes you scare me when you talk like that." Sam interrupts.

"Thanks, but no thanks. Tell him, maybe later." She returns to sulking.

"Please, sweetie, we want to help. Don't shun us out." Sam kissed Kat's forehead, handed her the envelope and walked out, closing the door gently behind her.

Not even a few seconds went passed by before Sam's head popped back in. She wore a dangerously evil grin. "And honey, talk to Jared. He's a nice boy."

Katrina's head snapped up.

"How...What...Who told... When...How did you?" She stuttered going beet red.

"Are you going to finish any of your sentences or...?" Sam smirked.
"I'm your mother, I know you a lot better than you might think." She closed the door again.

When Katrina was sure that her mother was gone, she carefully picked up the envelope, and opened the flap, upside down. A folded up letter tumbled out. A letter? Since when did her mother write letters?

She decided to read it. But not because her mom told her to, she wanted to.

She took a deep breath, ready for whatever her mother might have to say.

Dear Katrina Benson,

Happy Birthday baby! You finally decided to make an appearance and popped out in the middle of JC Penny's. It was hilarious watching the employees going crazy when my water broke...

It wasn't a big surprise since I was a week overdue and I should've been in bed waiting for you to come out, but I wanted another onesie for you that said: 'Give me the Bacon and nobody gets hurt.' Which, they didn't sell anywhere else, and Mama does what Mama wants especially when she's pregnant.

Anyways, it was worth the wait, because you're gorgeous! You have my blue eyes and lips, and your daddy's nose and chocolate brown hair. You're perfect Katy, um, actually, I don't like that nickname, how about... Kit-Kat! Yeah, that's nice, I've been craving one for a while, but apparently you're not supposed to have chocolate during labour. And now I'm not allowed to get out of bed! Where was I? Oh, right. You're my daughter. I can't believe it! I have a daughter! I never would've thought I'd have a baby 6 months ago, but now I don't think I'll ever be able to live without you.

Let's get this straight; I love your daddy a whole lot. And I know you'll be reading this when you're older someday, and so I just wish you'll get an awesome man like Freddie. One that loves you, supports you, and sticks with you no matter what.

Your daddy and I met when we were very young. We thought we hated each other, but we really didn't. You probably know the rest of the story by now, but even so, the day I remember so clearly was when I learned that I was expecting you. I was scared and frightened; I needed reassurance, which is what Freddie gave me. He told me he loves me, but most of all, he loves you too. Remember to never be like me, afraid to put your feelings out there. A wise man once told me that you never know if the person you like is going to like you back. He's a nice man; I think you've met him. *wink wink.*

He's right. I have no regrets about our love Katrina, because if we never loved each other, and were too afraid about our compatibility and future to make a move, we would've never had you.

Sure it was hard, I'm not saying that life is just candy and roses; it's filled with tough decisions too. Decisions you have to make yourself. In the end it should be worth it. You were definitely worth all the sacrifices I had to make. And if I had a chance to redo my life, I'd do it again, knowing that in the end, I'd get to hold you in my arms.

I wish you all the best Kit-Kat, All the best,

Love,

Mom

P.S: Got any bacon? The hospital food here tastes like burnt plastic! Maybe I'll get Freddie to pick me up something from Inside-Out Burgers...

Katrina re-read the letter again and again. She was shocked. It was like the letter was written specifically for her. Well, it was for her, but, like, really. The words written on the page had emotions that stirred her heart. How did her mother know what she would be feeling 18 years ago? Katrina felt overwhelmed.

"I never really liked that guy."

"Don't hide your feelings."

"I told you that dress was too-"

"David tried to rape me!"

"Talk to Jared... He's a nice boy."

"We thought we hated each other..."

"Don't be afraid to put her feelings out there."

"I know you a lot better than you might think."

"Don't be afraid to put your feelings out there."

Katrina put a hand to hold up her head. She was feeling dizzy. Was she delirious? She could hear voices... And was it just her, or was her bedroom actually spinning?

"Talk to Jared."

"Talk to Jared."

"Talk to Jared."

"Talk to Jared."

"We thought we hated each other, but we really didn't."

"Don't be afraid to put your feelings out there, because you never know if the person you like is going to like you back."

And then, it dawned on her, what her mind was trying to tell her. Katrina was always one to believe that whole 'History repeats itself' was a bunch of hogwash.

But, maybe, just maybe... it isn't.

Before she realized what she was doing, Katrina picked up her pear phone. Her hands were shaking. Why was she so nervous again? Oh yeah, she was going to tell her best friend that she loves him. She knows he's home because he didn't go at all. It's not that nobody wanted to go with him, girls asked him alright, he was hot remember? But he didn't let that go to his head. What surprised Katrina was that he told her that the girl he wanted to go with already had a date. She never even knew he liked anyone.

Kat punched in the memorized digits and put it to her ear.

1 ring...2 rings... 3 rings...

Maybe she shouldn't be doing this, Katrina hastily thought, they would all be going their separate ways anyhow, so it was probably too-

"Hello?"

Katrina's heart flip flopped at the sound of his voice. Her thoughts instantly washed away.

"Hi Jared, it's me, Kat. Can we go outside? There's something I need to tell you..."

Sam smiled, with her ear still pressed to the door.

"We raised that girl well didn't we?" Sam said to Freddie. His ear also pressed against the wood.

"Of course we did." He replies softly, giving his wife a loving kiss.

"She's just like you."

So that's it. I finished my first multi-chap story! Of course, the end was only the start of a beginning. Sam and Freddie will still be occupied though, they have a baby boy now. It's possible, because Sam was young when she had Katrina. Which by the way, I named her after me :)

I had a lot of fun writing this story, and it definitely came a long way.

Tell me if you want me to write the missing scene when Carly and Brad got together.

It's your last chance to review! Please do it, I worked so hard on this story.

Thanks so much for reading, following, adding it to your favorites, and reviewing. It means so much to me.

Love you all,

~Katie