I do not own nor know Lucy Hale or Ian Harding. This story is purely fictional. Flashbacks are once again set in bold.
Ian was halfway to his lawyers house when he asked a question.
"When did they run the DNA test?" Emma looked at him, before turning her eyes back on the road.
"A couple of weeks ago... They didn't do it before now because everybody, and I mean EVERYBODY, even myself thought you were guilty. They had a found a body close enough to her's, so they went with it." She answered back, pulling into a stone driveway and shutting off the engine.
Ian got out of the vehicle, stumped. "You thought I was guilty?"
Emma looked at him, he had looked much different wearing normal clothes than he ever had in an orange jumpsuit. "You were the last one to see her. You had gotten into a fight. According to her friends you were possessive, it's these details that made the cops overlook a missing person case and go directly for a homicide." She explained, jiggling her keys and walking up the front porch and into her house.
"Why don't you just leave it alone?!" Lucy screamed at Ian, as she pushed him away from her.
Huffing and crossing his arms, Ian looked at her for a moment, slightly taken aback by her attitude towards the apparent touchy subject Ian tried not to let his short fuse get the best of him in the heated moment.
"Because you're my fucking fiance" He said through gritted teeth, grabbing onto her forearm tightly.
Lucy pushed him away once again, this time making him stumble a few steps back. "You're not my owner Ian, and you're definitely not my father." she responded in a way that made Ian's already hot blood boil.
"You need to go." He spoke out to her, as he walked closer to her. "Go be with him" He continued, straightening the collar on his light blue button up dress shirt.
Lucy looked at him for a moment, her arms now slumped at her sides. It took everything in her to keep her lip from quivering. "You don't love me... Do you?" she questioned.
Ian did love her, he loved her a little too much, that was the explanation of why anytime he thought of Lucy with another man, even in a platonic way had made him mad. This is why he wanted to know her every location, not because he was possessive of nosy, because he actually loved her and was worried about her, and her wellbeing. He knew how Lucy was. He knew how she worked, and what she thought when somebody showed too much interest, and this is what he was doing. He wasn't driving her to him, instead he was driving her away.
"I do" He quickly answered back, causing Lucy to scoff, shaking her head.
Lucy looked at the ground momentarily, before looking up at him, into his blue eyes. "But, you don't" She commented, walking away from him.
"LUCY!" He yelled at her, waiting for her to turn on her heel and run back to him, but she didn't.
Standing there frozen, with his head in his hands, Ian finally pulled it together enough to go after her, but by the time, she was gone; long gone.
"Do you think she's alive?" Ian finally asked his lawyer, as they stepped into her house.
Cool air hit Ian for practically the first time in four months, and he took in a deep breath. He felt familiar relief, he felt like he needed to feel, but it wasn't the same without Lucy.
"Don't you know the answer to that?" Emma finally replied back to him after a couple of seconds. Ian shook his head, and shrugged.
"I wish I did" Ian dug his hands into his pockets, looking around the house.
It was nice, for her, he guessed. She seemed to be into a whole safari type thing, in some ways she reminded him of Lucy.
"That's the color" Lucy had said to Ian, her black painted fingernail pointing to a crimson red in a paint catalog.
Ian studied the color for a moment, before shaking his head. "We are not painting our bedroom bright red." He argued, much to Lucy's dismay.
Lucy wrinkled up her nose at him, flipping a few more pages of the catalog, Ian heard a slight sigh, and he knew immediately she had found another color.
Lucy pointed out a light charcoal gray color to Ian, and he nodded slightly, causing Lucy to smile.
"It'll go with my zebra rug." She said, causing Ian's eyes to widen, and her to let out a loud laugh.
I apologize for not updating in quite sometime. I have had a lot of personal things going on, and those personal things have made me have some major writing block, but I am glad to be back in full swing. Reviews and Input are always appreciated, and I would love to know if there is anything I can do to make this story better, and maybe less confusing (Even though it's sort of supposed to be)
Thank you for reading!
