Two years later:

Axl and I were still dating. We hadn't really broken up over the two years. At one point, about a year before, we had had a fight, but I barely remember what it was about.

Anyways, things were going great. Axl turned out to be a fantastic boyfriend. He was so sweet and caring. He might have looked tough on the outside, but on the inside, he was really just a teddy bear.

So, we were still in jail. Axl was supposed to be out in a few years, but he promised to get back in. Me, I was going to be in for a long time. For future reference, burning down a restaurant full of people doesn't go down easy.

Axl and I were eating dinner. We now sat at the same table every meal.

Suddenly, Axl took my hands in his. He stood up and pulled me up with him.

"What are you doing?" I asked, smiling.

"Kadence Lee West. I love you will all my heart. I want you to be mine and I want to be yours for ever and ever. You are my whole world, there is nothing I love more than you. You are the perfect girl, beautiful, smart, hilarious, kind, caring, and so much more. I have no clue why you chose me, but you did, and I'm eternally grateful. So, Kadence Lee West, will you marry me?" Axl said, dropping to one knee and pulling out a ring.

"Oh my gosh! Axl, yes, yes, yes!" I screamed.

I threw my arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his lips. "I love you so much," he whispered in my ear.

"I love you too!" I said, kissing his cheek.

He put the ring on my finger. "Aw, it's beautiful! Where'd you get it?"

"I nicked it off a female guard, but don't tell her, or you might not be able to keep it."

I laughed. "Oh, Axl. You're awesome."

"I would have bought one, but you know, there aren't any stores in here."

"I know. It's fine. I love it."

Most of my life, I had felt like the bad guy. The villain in fairy tales. Not that I didn't enjoy that. It's just, sometimes a girl wants to feel like a princess. And on that day, I did.

I felt like the most special, beautiful, popular, royal, loved, princess ever.

A year after that:

One year later, we had the next generation of jail baby, Arsyn James Tanner. I liked the name, because it sounds like Arson, which I did.

I hope Arsyn creates another generation of jail babies. He has to keep the tradition going.

As this book, the story of my life, ends, I leave you with this:

Who's bad? I'm bad! Really, really, bad!
- Michael Jackson