A Selfie to Die For

39)Blood fall

A/N I am soooooooooooo sorry for the delayed replies on comments and chapter updates! I could go into heavy detail explaining why I haven't, but you guys would probably just enjoy the story to be updated and finished. Here we go!
These are the last few updates I'm trying to update within the next day or two, bear with me!

"Gasoline" by Halsey

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Was Ian right? Did Alan O'Hare lie about his family perishing? He couldn't have....Not quite knowing who to trust at this point, Emily fiddled around with her cell phone in her pocket only to sadly remember that it was dead. She hadn't gotten to charge it this morning for her mother needed to use her cord. She took a deep breath as her little nugget began furiously kicking, almost as if he even knew something horrible was happening. Emily slowly began to waddle towards the front door, knowing full well she needed to get out of the house.

She didn't quite know if she could trust Ian or not, and she didn't know if Dr. O'Hare was alive or dead. That was the biggest problem; trying not to focus on the negative possibilities. If she thought for even a moment the doctor was truly dead, she would start crying, and then, she wouldn't be able to sense an oncoming attack from the person who hurt him.

Dr. O'Hare's wound was rather ugly, leaving a nice pile of blood as someone dragged him away. It was all up to wondering who was the more frightening one at this point – Ian, or whoever dragged the doctor away. Perhaps they were one and the same.

Hurrying as fast as she could move to the front door, Emily found Ian was no longer there. His car was still in the driveway, but, he wasn't on the porch. A loud thump of a sound that came from further inside the house caused Emily to realize Ian wasn't outside because he was already in the house. Maybe there wasn't anyone besides Ian and Dr. O'Hare that were already here.

Inwardly panicking, Emily realized that the keys to the truck were either somewhere out on the porch, or, still inside her father's pocket. She couldn't call anyone. Her father disconnected the landline in preparation for the move. Her cell was dead, and there was no other phone. She didn't really care to take the risk to look for Alan's phone. Someone dragged his body away; she was only putting herself and the baby in harm's way by going back into that kitchen to search.

Ian was apparently crazy and inside her house. Trembling, Emily hurried as quietly as she could to her father's office to hide in the study. She had a specific hiding place in mind in his back closet. She couldn't wait outside or downstairs for her mother and father to arrive – Emily was worried about her nugget. Ian had obviously wanted her to go with him; maybe her accusation was accurate and he was her baby's father...

"EMILY!" Ian's voice yelled, causing Emily to hurry towards the closet as quick as she could. It wasn't easy trying to move when heavily pregnant. She tried holding in her tears as she silently opened the closet and slipped herself inside. "EMILY!! WHERE ARE YOU!?"

Closing the door, Emily pressed herself against the wall, gently trembling as she fearfully thought of how she didn't see this coming. Ian Quinn was her rapist? It couldn't be. It just couldn't be. Sure, he had moments where he seemed to come up out of nowhere, but she just equated that to bad timing. Perhaps all this time it had been much more than that.

Now she stood hiding in the closet with no real idea of whether Dr. O'Hare was dead or alive. Her only thoughts now were self-preservation; not just for herself, but, her unborn son. "EMILY!" Ian yelled again. "C'MON!!"

Emily's breathing started sounding deeply, causing her to cover her own mouth. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. It was only staring blankly at the closed closet door did she realize something truly horrible. Since being inside the large and dark closet, her mouth was covered to prevent her breathing from being heard. Even with that, Emily wasn't breathing too hard that she would be making such a loud sound. That was when the ugly realization dawned itself; it wasn't her breathing she was hearing.