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Skipping ahead one month to a hospital in California that specializes in care for patients who are in comas, Riley opens her eyes for the first time since the fateful night of the dinner party.

At first she is scared. She does not know where she is. She sits up and gasps.

She turns to her right and sees flowers and balloons. She quickly gathers enough information and realizes that she is in a hospital.

She looks to her right and sees her sleeping best friend. "Hannah." She reaches over and shakes her shoulder.

Hannah's eyes flutter open. "Five more minutes." She shoos Riley's hand away. Riley shakes her again.

Hannah sits up and smiles. "You're awake!" She leans over the bed and hugs her. "I've missed seeing your eyes."

Hannah pulls away and smiles.

"I wanted to be the first person you saw when you woke up." Hannah sighs. "Others have come and gone but I haven't left this chair. I've been here almost a month, waiting for you to wake up."

Riley pulls Hannah in for another hug. She is grateful to have such an amazing friend by her side. "Where is Chris?" She asks, noticing the absence of her husband.

"There's a lot I have to tell you." Hannah laughs awkwardly. "He's dead Riley. Mark killed him." Hannah rests her hand over Riley's.

"What?" She asks in disbelief. "How?"

"Well, Mark hit you. He knocked you out. And apparently in to a coma. Robert tried to stop him. Mark shot him. He died instantly." Hannah pauses to remember her brother's bravery that night. "Everyone was so brave."

A tear falls down Hannah's face as she remembers the funeral. Ten caskets all lined up in a row. Hannah wanted everyone to be together. Mark was not included in the ceremony. Though, Hannah did attend his burial. She wanted to say goodbye to that terrible part of her life. She needed the closure. 

"And then he shot Brittany. Chris wouldn't give up on you and Mark wanted to screw with him even more. She bled out in his lap. It was so touching how he cared for her. Amanda was a mess. And then Carter got up to fight Mark. There was a struggle. Mary got shot. Carter was shocked at what he had done, he basically let Mark kill him to end his suffering."

Riley shakes her head. "This is so terrible." Tears form in her eyes. She hates that her party ended this way.

Hannah nods. "Katie's death was so horrible. He choked her. Ryan tried to stop it. Mark bashed his skull in. It was so terrible to watch."

Tears fall down Riley's cheek as she listens to the story.

"But by far I think Amanda's death was the hardest for anyone to cope with." Hannah continues.

Riley holds her mouth. Her little sister is dead.

"Mark drowned her in the tub. She screamed so loud. It was so terrible."

Riley closes her eyes.

"Hope and Brandon tried to run. Mark caught them. He shot them both to death. Right in front of the police too." Hannah shakes her head. She has told this story so many times it has become engraved in her mind.

Every officer she spoke to. Every person who wanted an interview. She told this story over and over.

"The service was beautiful. I wish you could have been there. Everyone was honored. A lot of people spoke in their memories."

"And Chris?" She asks.

"Mark tried to shoot me but Chris jumped in front of me." She explains how he died.

"No." Riley whispers, looking down at her lap. "I loved him. I love him."

"I do too Ri, I know." Hannah grabs Riley's hand to comfort her. They both lost the man they love.

"Well you loved him but not the way I did. He was the love of my life." Riley tries to grasp the idea of going home to an empty house to take care of her child without a husband.

"No Riley. I loved him, loved him." Hannah sighs. "Chris and I slept together." She admits.

Riley pulls her hand away. "No."

"More than once. He got me pregnant." Hannah continues. "He loved me. And I loved him."

Risky shakes her head. "You are lying to me." Riley shifts herself away from Hannah. "You are lying."

Hannah shakes her head. "I'm not. I'm sorry."

"You're not sorry!" Riley pulls away from her as Hannah tries to grab her. "I invited you in to my home. I took care of you. I did everything in my power to make sure you were happy. And this is what I get?!"

Riley is so angry she can not possibly put it in to words. She feel betrayed. Her best friend tried to steal her husband.

"I was willing to wait here for an eternity for you to wake up. I did that for you!"

"Sitting in a chair won't bring my husband back. And it won't erase what you've done." Riley looks down at her hands.

"Riley." Hannah looks to her. She wants Riley to forgive her.

"Where is my child?" Riley asks, grinding her teeth together in anger.

"She's at my mother's" Hannah replies.

Riley nods. She wonders what happened to Hannah's baby. She doesn't remember her ever being pregnant. Riley wonders how long her and Chris had been sneaking around. She wonders if they ever cheated while Riley was home.

"Get out." Riley whispers, making up her mind about what to do next. She can't forgive Hannah for what she has done. She ruined her memory of Chris. Whenever she thinks of him, that is all she will be able to think of. Not how well he treated her or the wonderful life he gave her. All she will see if him and Hannah together. She can't deal with that.

"What was that?" Hannah's asks.

"Get out! I never want to see you again!"

Hannah stands. "Riley-"

"Get out, Hannah." She points to the door.

"But-"

"I wish Mark killed you that night." Riley confesses. "Then you could sleep with my husband for the rest of eternity. I'm sure that would make you really happy Hannah."

Hannah closes her mouth and holds back tears. She knew Riley would be mad. She didn't expect her to every wish death upon her.

"Goodbye Riley." Hannah whispers as she closes the door behind her.

"Go rot in hell you bitch."

AN: sooooo... This is the end of the story. Hope you guys enjoyed it! I know I really loved writing it!

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