I sat on the borders of Jericho Beach alongside Caia. We embraced the cool breeze, as I took a sip of my pineapple juice, Caia staring at me with saliva practically drooling from her mouth.

"You can't have any," I said sternly before she could ask.

"I didn't even say anything," She said with an eye roll.

"But you were going to," I said raising my eyebrow.

"Fine, be that way," She said scoffing.

"Ugh, fine, take it," I said giving her what was left of my juice. I know, I am too kind.

It had been a week since we'd moved here. I tried to let go of the past, but it just kept coming back to me. Every night, I'd dream about Arya's pleas as we murdered her love. I tried to tell myself that it was the only choice I had. 

But I knew deep down it wasn't. I could've gotten Caia arrested, she did deserve it. But I couldn't bear the thought of seeing her in handcuffs being dragged inside a police jeep.

"What's up, Taylor?" Caia asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. 

"Nothing," I said with a sigh.

"I'm sorry for the mess I got you in," She said with an apologetic look. "But we need to try and make the best of life"

"You're right," I said plastering my face with a smile. Caia must've noticed my unsatisfied face, because the next thing I knew, she ordered another pineapple juice.

"That one's on me," She said smiling. 

Oh, and speaking of jobs, I asked my company to transfer me to Vancouver and Caia started a job as a tourist guide. We rented a tiny apartment downtown, as it was too expensive anywhere else. 

We agreed to get a better place once we'd saved up enough money. Life was looking good. Despite how much I regretted throwing Arya and Ethan under the bus, it was nice to be with my family. 

After our parents died, I was all alone, none of our aunts or uncles kept in contact, and I'd thought Caia was dead and felt so lonely all the time.

It was nice having her back. 

We kept up on the Ottawa news, to make sure Arya didn't snitch on us. I kept having this constant paranoia of getting caught, I guess it was a criminal thing.

"Hey, Caia?" I asked.

"Yeah?" She responded. 

"How do you get rid of the paranoia of getting caught?" I asked, she'd been a criminal for years, if anyone knew the answer to that, it had to be her.

"You don't," She said vaguely "You eventually just learn to live with it"

I nodded with an aloof expression. 

"One pineapple juice," A waiter said, handing me a glass. 

I handed it and started drinking.

"Wanna go for a swim after?" Caia asked.

"Of course!" I said. We both entered the water. We'd always loved the beach and made sure to go to a destination popular for beaches every summer. 

I sometimes wondered how different things would've been if Caia never mingled with the evil crowd. Would I have met Arya? Probably not, but things would be better, regardless. 

We were splashing water on each other, and playing with our beach ball when suddenly we heard police sirens approaching us.

"Crap, we gotta get outta here!" I screamed.

"No!" Caia said, repulsed "They're probably here for someone else, if we try to run they'll turn their attention to us"

"Hm, that makes sense," I said, she was pretty good at this!

I tried to remain calm and continue what we were doing as I spotted cops come out with guns from the corner of my eye.

"Stop looking," Caia said sternly.

"Ok, ok," I said.

https://youtu.be/tZ5FodI0CYE

A/N: Play this video for the rest of the chapter 😉

The cops started gathering on the beach. 

"What if they are here for us?!" I asked, my heart beating a hundred times faster.

"Then we walk out, casually," She said, emphasising the last part.

I nodded as we slowly got out of the beach, we went near our loungers to collect our things. 

"HEY, YOU!" A cop screamed as I froze in my tracks.

"Boss, it's them!" He said "It's Caia and Taylor"

"F*ck, run!" Caia said.

A cop tried to approach us, I just threw my juice at him and ran away. We didn't even put on our clothes.

The cops started chasing us, as we ran out of the beach and into the streets in our bikinis. People gave us some funny stares, but I didn't have time to care about that. We could get arrested.

We made our way through small alleyways and did everything we could to evade them. 

"Climb," I said referring to a fire escape, in a nearby building. We climbed up and soon realized we were inside a wholesale market.

We ran around, knowing that the cops weren't far behind. 

"Where do we hide?" I asked panting, I'd never run so much in my life. 

"The frozen aisle," She said as we ran in there.

We hid behind a counter, as we saw cops were all over the building. Caia tapped my shoulder, and kept her finger on her lips, telling me not to make a sound.

She then pointed towards a vent near us and motioned for me to get inside there. Luckily, there was a stool next to it, and we were quite tall, so we quickly got inside when the cops weren't looking.

"What are you lads doing?" A butcher asked but we ignored him. We safely dropped into the parking lot and hotwired a car.

"Nice skills," I said getting into the co-driver seat.

We got out of these, but unfortunately, cops were blocking the exit, checking every car, when it was our turn, Caia tried to dash them, but they stopped us.

We got out and they pointed guns at us. I was so scared. I and Caia held hands and placed the other hand on our chests. 

"Caia and Tayler Anderson," One baldy said "You are under arrest for murder and a few other crimes"

Author's note: Hey guys! Thoughts on the chapter? This is the last Taylor P.O.V chapter, I regret not making more. I like writing this way better, lol. This is the end of the book, I'll do another epilogue next week, showing three people (Arya, Taylor and Caia, and Mrs Smith). So if you wanna know how they all end up, then stay tuned to the chapter. It was honestly so hard to arrest these two, cuz I loved these characters, but if Arya faced the consequences for her dumbness, so should they. Anyway, see ya next week!