BAM! BAM! BAM!. We hear a pounding at the door. "Please open up Bailey and Julie Edwards. We know you're in there." We here outside the door. The police are here. Finally. "How did they know?" Julie turns towards her mom looking angry. Her mom's eyes widen and her smirk is gone. She stands up and walks towards the door. Julie runs for the back. Bailey opens the door. "Oh, Hello officer. May I ask what you need?" She says like everything is normal. "Move Bailey, we know they're in there. If you resist then we can use force." The officer says. She sighs and runs for the back. They're getting away. Are you serious? The officer comes in and sees me crying. The other officers take Elliot down from the mattress. "Ma'm? Are you okay? What can we do for you?" He asks comforting me. "I want to go home with my husband. I just want peace." I manage to get out. He nods. "This is a 2-44. Repeat this is a 2-44. Everything is okay. The hostages are safe and okay." He says into his radio. "Okay, Lead these two to their car. Hide their faces. Clear out." He yells to the other officers. Elliot and I are guided to our car with the police trying to hide our faces. We get in the car and he quickly speeds off while I'm sinking in my chair, so no one can see me. I look back and see a whole bunch of people around the yard and three news trucks. Why do I keep ending up on the news? It was a silent ride home. As soon as we got out the car and walked in the house, Carter and Nick were standing there. Elliot looked broken. He walked into the living room, where Nick followed. I walked into the Woman Cave, where Carter followed. I sat down on the couch. "He was right in front of me being tortured and I couldn't do anything about it." I tell her. "No, you did do something. You alerted a whole bunch of people while you were in the bathroom. You might not know, but after you posted that, a lot of reposts happened. It's all over Instagram and Twitter. Some people even put it on Facebook. Everyone knows. Celebrities commented. Your mom and Noah are on a plane over here right now. You did the right thing. You did what you only knew you could do. Stop blaming yourself." Carter tells me. "How does Elliot feel right now? Is he okay? I knew he should've listened when I said I had a bad feeling about it. I need to see him and talk to him." I state. I stand up and walk out the room and head towards the living room. He is sitting there looking so broken while Nick is talking to him. I run in there right towards him and hug him. I break down sobbing. "I..I...I'm so sorry. I love you. I..love you." I start mumbling into his chest. I hear his deep breathing and feel his soft tears fall on my head. "It's okay babe. I got you. I love you and I'm sorry. I should've listened to you. I just didn't want you to get hurt.... I need you to know something. I need you to know that I love you and would do anything for you. I know I've done a lot of stupid stuff, but we can work through this together. I'm your P.B. and you're my what?" He asks. "J. And I'm your J. Without each other we just wouldn't be right. We're better together P.B.&J. Elliot and Krystal forever." I finish the saying. "That's right. Forever." He whispers and kisses me on my head. I sit up and look at him in his eyes. "You will never believe what I felt while you were laying against me." Elliot says. "Besides my body. It must've either been my hair or my boob. One or the other." I tell him. "HA! HA! You're so funny. Really, I can't." He says in a high-pitched voice. I start bursting out laughing and he joins in. "Was my voice on fleek?" He asks. "Of course." I answer him. "Seriously though, I think I felt the baby kick." He says. I laugh and he looks confused. "Honey, you can't feel the baby kick until two more months. That was my hand moving." I explain. "Oh, that explains it. I thought the baby had tentacles. Turns out to be your fingers. I guess it makes much more sense that way." He says. I roll my eyes and stand up. I see Nick and Carter sitting there smiling. "I totally forgot you guys were here." I say. Elliot snaps his head around and looks at them. "Yeah, well it was hard to forget you guys were here. Especially hearing that tentacle story. Elliot blushes. "Thanks for everything guys." I thank them. "Yeah, you really did help alot." Elliot agrees. "I guess that is our cue to leave because they want to be alone. Let's go future Mrs. Miller." Nick says. We laugh. "Here I come Mr. MIller." Carter responds and they walk out and over to their house. "You know what I'm in the mood for?" I ask him. "Ice cream?" He guesses. "You know me so well." I laugh. We go in the kitchen, grab a tube of ice cream, two spoons, and head towards the living room again. "Columbiana, then Bad Teacher?" I suggest. "Another Chick-flick?" Elliot whines. "No, Columbiana is action and Bad Teacher is humor. Thank you very much." I say and that shuts him up. We relax on the couch and try to enjoy the rest of our evening.
