*Emberly's POV*
My phone rings. I hurry to grab it off my charger. I must be Andy since he was supposed to be here an hour ago. The screen shows a local number. With a knot of dread growing in the pit of my stomach, I answer.

             "Hello?" I ask.

             "Emberly."

             "Andy? Where are you?" I want to know.

             "I'm at the police station. I need you to come down here and bring my check book. Something happened." He says.

             "Ok. I'll be there in 20 minutes." I don't want to ask what happened. Instead I grab my wallet and keys and run to my car.

Arriving at the police station, I rush inside. The lady at the desk looks at me impatiently.

"I'm here for Andy Biersack." I say. Her face is passive as she pages a detective. The man comes and gets me, leading me to his office. He shuts the door after me.

"Emberly, I'm Detective Ray. Your boyfriend was arrested today for the murder of Pearce Anderson. His bail is set at $100,000. Are you able to pay?" He asks. I'm in shock. Andy murdered Pearce? What the hell?

"I am." I find my voice. Producing the checkbook and a pen I write a check for the amount and the detective brings Andy to me. We drive home in silence. I don't know what to say.

When we get home Andy sits on the couch. I go into our bedroom and sit heavily on the bed. After an hour passes, Andy comes in.

"Emberly." He says. I look into his eyes and feel a pang of fear.

"What did you do, Andrew?" My voice is low and steady.

"I did what I had to do." He tells me earnestly.

"You murdered Pearce!" I scream.

"I did not. It was self defense!" He snaps.

"I wish I could believe you." I say. His face contorts in anger and he storms out, slamming the door to our apartment. I feel the tears start to pour and I let them. I curl into a ball, fighting to keep my demons at bay. I don't want to go into another depressive episode. Why do I always fuck everything up? Why can't I just be normal and have a normal life?

A pain shoots through the area where my uterus used to live. I cry out in pain and shock. The pain has been coming and going but it's getting worse. I know I should get it checked but I can't handle being half naked and examined. I dry my eyes and ignore the pain. It's probably nothing anyways.

The front door opens again. I hear footsteps coming my way. Andy is carrying a large bouquet of roses and a crumbled note card. My stomach jumps at the site of the flowers.

"This came for you earlier. Pearce threatened you. He called me and said if I went to him in your place he wouldn't touch you. He shot at me, Em. I didn't have a choice." He is crying, desperate to convince me. My mind tells me that he's being completely honest.

"I believe you, Andy. I'm sorry. I love you." I get up, taking the flowers from him and setting them on the dresser. I hug him and he pulls me closer.

We spend the rest of the night binging on Brooklyn Nine Nine, our favorite show. The next day we went to get his car from the impound lot. As we're pulling up, Andy's phone rings.

"Hello? Yes, speaking. Uh huh. I see. Two days? Ok. Yes. Thank you." Andy looks troubled after his phone call.

"Babe? What's wrong?" I want to know. He looks at me.

"My trial begins in two days. Pearce's family is pushing for it to be as soon as possible." I feel my heart racing.

"You'll be ok." I promise. "There's no way that they will put you away. It was obviously self defense." He smiles at me but it doesn't reach his eyes. I can tell he's scared. I would be too. I desperately want to believe that nothing will go wrong but I have a nagging feeling in the back of my mind. I suppress the voice and ignore it. Nothing's going to go wrong.

Right?