A little something extra. Prepare for the feels. I own nothing.

Epilogue: Lizzie POV

I look at the old Polaroid shot of a beautiful woman smiling to the camera. The shot may be in black and white but I know the colors that should grace the print. Red hair and blue eyes, just like me. It's my momma in the picture, but I can't remember her. It's been 13 years since she and my daddy left me with my grandmother, and I know they aren't coming back. This entire town had made sure I knew from a young age exactly who my parents were and what became of them. Mothers wouldn't let their children play with me fearing my parents outlaw tendencies had rubbed off on me. Even today at 13 there are still people who will not look me in the eye or avoid me as I walk down the streets of West Dallas, "That's the Barrow girl," they say, "Yeah Bonnie and Clyde's kid, here's hoping she won't turn out like them."

I know what they did, I know who they were, and I don't really know what to think. I barely knew them. I was only two months old when they left me here. I can't even remember them.

Sitting on my bed I begin to shuffle through the shoebox that Grandma handed to me a few years earlier. "You're momma wanted you to have this when you grew up," she said to me, "She wanted you to know who she and your daddy were." This box I had found to be full of pictures that they had taken while on the run, some before I was born and some after. I had looked through this pictures hundreds of times, trying to look at something that just might spark a memory of either of them.

I came across the shot of momma when she was pregnant with me. She was asleep on a couch, a magazine in one hand and her other hand on her belly, on me.

At the bottom of the box I find something that almost brings me to tears every time I see it, two letters, one written to me from each of my parents. I pull out my daddy's letter first.

Hey there Princess,

I'm sorry we had to do this but we did it for you. We just don't want anything to happen to you. We love you too much to put you in harms way. I never wanted to be a daddy until we had you but as I write this I can't imagine not having you here. It will be hard not seeing you grow up. I'm sure you'll be beautiful just like your Momma. Stay safe and be careful princess. I love you.


I left Momma's for last. I carefully unfolded it, her fancy, swirly handwriting covering both sides of the page. You could tell she was crying as she wrote this from the smudge marks on the writing.

Hi baby girl,

I can't believe I have to write this to you, it's something I never thought I would have to do. I imagined being able to see you grow up. Watching you turn into the beautiful young lady I know you will become. Please know that I love you and that I would never leave you unless I had no other choice. Leaving you behind was the most difficult decision that I have ever had to make but I know you will be safe with your grandmother. There are some things you need to know. You are beautiful baby girl and never forget that. You were the greatest thing that ever happened to me. I wish I could hold you one more time baby. I wish I were able to hear you say my name. I love you with every piece of my heart.


The last picture I pulled out had always been my favorite. It was of my momma and me, little me propped up against her folded knees. I had two of her fingers in my tiny hands and she was pressing her nose against mine. She was smiling a big, bright smile as I looked to be laughing. Daddy had his arm wrapped around Momma's shoulder, looking down at me. The three of us looked so happy, like a real family. I ran my fingers over the picture trying my hardest to remember that exact moment but nothing came.

I sat there staring at all of these pictures spread out across my bed, once again coming back to the one of Momma smiling to the camera.

"I never knew you Momma but I miss you. I wish I could remember you. I wish I could remember what your voice sounded like. Grandma said you sang real pretty. I like to sing too, I want to be a big star.

It must be great to be called the it girl.

That isn't what they're calling me,

But one day soon I betcha they will.

Trust me

I wish you could see me all grown up Momma. I'm glad I made you so happy. I love you, with every piece of my heart."

There you go that is the end of their story. Ending not quite what you expected? Check out my other B&C story "Nightmares" to see what it would have been like if they had lived and got a chance to be a family :) Reviews always appreciated!

- oxKeepCalmCanterOnxo