The Daily Life of Emma Preston *Complete*

Mayhem

Okay, so I want to get this story wrapped up, seeing as how it's just a short story. I have an idea for a new story that's going to take some tinkering with. 

There's about three or four more chapters left for Emma and Jerry though!!!

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The Daily Life of Emma Preston

Mayhem

Jerry went to answer the door, telling me sternly not to move. I heard muffled voices from the front door, but couldn't make out what anyone was saying. I had a guess at who it was, so when the same guy from the news bulletin came into view, I shouldn't have been surprised.

I couldn't help my body's own natural reaction though. My eyes went wide, and the blood in my veins ran cold. Ice cold. I did not trust this kid, who looked just a few years younger than me. I wanted him away from me, and my baby.

He's shot two police officers, whose to say he won't kill us just to get away and not go to prison?

I shot Jerry a look, hoping that it was clear I wanted this guy out of here. Jerry just looked at me, torn. "Can we talk in the kitchen?" Jerry asked me.

I was shocked. Did Jerry really want to discuss this calmly? I glanced at David. He had a snarl on his lips, and I hated him immediately. The look he was giving me was like I was disgusting, or some type of scum. I didn't want to be around him. I didn't feel safe.

I quickly got off the couch, and went into the kitchen. I spun around when I got to the sink, glaring at Jerry. "I'm his lawyer Emma, I have to help him."

"Then call the police!" I shouted at Jerry, not even caring that David was standing on the other side of the wall and could hear me clearly. "What good can you do him that the police can't? If you hide him, you'll go to prison for aiding and abetting. If you don't turn him in, our family will not be safe. I can tell Jerry, just from looking in your eyes, you know he killed those cops. So why would you risk my life, and your child's life for this man?"

"Emma," Jerry said starting to walk to my side. When he got to my side, and he reached out for me, I fliched away from him. It wasn't because I didn't trust Jerry, but I needed him to know I was serious. I wasn't going to put my life, or my baby's life, in danger. It wasn't just about me anymore, and this kid here shot two innocent people!

Jerry's face dropped, making him look sad and hurt. I love Jerry with everything in me, even after what we just went through, and seeing that look on his face almost made me cry. I didn't want to hurt Jerry. 

I set my face into stone, and as calmly as my hormonal body would allow, said, "It's him, or me." And then locked eyes with Jerry. I wouldn't back down on this. Even if Jerry did pick David, as unwelcoming the thought is, I would leave, and then call the police myself. This was the father of my child I was speaking to. A child needed their father, just like they need a mother. I would make sure Jerry was safe too.

Jerry stared at me. The emotions running across his face. Surprise. Pain. Hurt. Confusion. Regret. Love. Hurt again. It was too much. I couldn't sit here and look at this.

"You've made your choice then," I spat at him, beyond hurt that he didn't pick me. The fact that he still has yet to answer me spoke volumes. If Jerry wanted to put his life in danger by 'helping' David, so be it. I wouldn't get killed over it.

I shot away from the sink, and left the room. Jerry tried to say something as I left, but David grabbed his arm when he tried to follow me out the door, saying something about not being worth it. I hated this guy. If he wouldn't have shown up, I couldn't be grabbing my keys, and walking out the front door.