When we got home, Emmett's car wasn't there, and I shrugged it off. He was most likely at school. It was Tuesday, after all. Maybe that's why he hadn't been at the appointment, though he had taken a day from school for them before.

I got out of the car and went inside, leaving my bag for someone else. It seemed... quiet. For the first time, a knot formed in my stomach.

"Hello? Anyone home?"

I made my way through the kitchen, seeing no one. I turned and went back outside, to see Daphne coming out at the same time.

"Hey! They told me to come get you. Everyone is at my house. Something seems... weird."

Frowning slightly, I followed her into Regina's house.

Sure enough, everyone was there. Kathryn and John, even Toby and Angelo. Toby and Angelo looked a mix of anger and sympathy. John had a perfect poker face. No one would quite look me in the eye, and I felt the knot in my stomach grow. I looked up to the kitchen, where Regina stood next to Melody. Why was Melody here?

"Where's Emmett?"

Kathryn stood, her eyes sad. "Honey, why don't you take a seat."

No, sitting was bad. Sitting meant something horrible had happened. My hands moved to my stomach, like I could protect my baby from their words. "No. I don't want to sit. Where's Emmett? What happened to Emmett?"

"Oh, honey..."

A million scenarios ran through my mind. Had he gotten in a car accident, is that why is car was gone? Had there been another attack? A small part of me even wondered if he had just left, though I quickly shook that thought away.

"We kicked him out," John said. "We got some pictures sent to us."

Regina sighed slightly. "He was seeing Simone again."

I felt like I couldn't breathe.

"What?" Daphne said. "No, he wouldn't do that. He loves Bay."

John opened an envelope, pulling out pictures.

"We think someone sent them to us to blackmail us, or something. Because of your dad's campaign," Kathryn said softly.

"No, he wouldn't do this. They have a baby!" Daphne insisted.

We have a baby.

I couldn't breathe.

John offered her the pictures. "We think we got them because people already don't like that I have a pregnant teenage daughter. But if people found out that the father was cheating?" He shook his head slightly, and Daphne took the pictures with a shaking hand.

I tried not to look, but I still saw the kiss. I saw Simone's arms around Emmett's neck.

"Bay?" Regina asked softly. "Do you want to sit down?"

I don't know what was showing on my face, but Toby frowned slightly, concerned. "Bay?"

Angelo stood. "Bay, are you alright?"

"I can't breathe..." I whispered.

Everything went black.

...

My bed felt too big. The air felt too thick.

When I had passed out, it had only been a few seconds. I woke up while Angelo was lowering me to the ground. I guess he had caught me. The moment I had come to my senses, I had just turned and left.

I don't know how long I've been laying here. I had turned off my phone before Daphne and I went on the spa trip, and I had yet to turn it back on. If I did, I would be faced with messages from him. Or I might not have any.

Simone. How could he go back to her? Things were going so well between us. He had gotten me to trust him again. When had it even started? He had been going to that store more and more often, lately. Is that why Simone wouldn't look at me? Why Emmett thought it had been weird that she'd ignored us?

I got up, needing to get out of this bed, this room, the house. I opened my door, and saw my suitcase set beside the door. I'm not sure who had taken it up, and I didn't care. I grabbed the handle and started dragging it downstairs.

I made my way outside and managed to get my bag into the backseat of my car. Now the next challenge was to fit behind the wheel. I hadn't so much as tried for awhile, content to sit in the passenger seat.

Somehow I got in, and I was soon pulling away from the house.

I made my way to an ATM and pulled money out. I didn't know where I was going, but I did know that I didn't want people to follow me. I needed to be alone, to think things over on my own.

I got back in the car and drove.

...

I hadn't known where I was going until I was almost there. The sign for Alderdeen passed by, briefly lit by my headlights. At least this trip I had remembered to get gas.

I pulled up to the small hotel and got out, going inside. The same man from all those months ago sat at the desk. I think his name had been Carl. I was starting to get convinced he just never left.

He let out a low whistle when he saw me. "Didn't think I'd see you again around here. Especially like this."

I frowned slightly. "You... Remember me?"

He winked at me, tapping the side of his head. "I may be old, but I've got quite the memory on me. Where's your young man? Is he coming later again?"

"No. No, he's not... We're not..." I stopped and took a deep breath. "I need a room, please."

His eyes softened, a sympathetic look coming over his face. "Of course, darlin'. It's $25. It's late, diner's not open, but I can make you a little something if you're hungry."

I shook my head, passing over the money. "No, thank you. I'm just... I'm just going to get my bag and go to sleep."

"No, I'll get your bag." He handed over a key. "You're in room four." The same room I had been in last time I'd been here. "I'll be there in a minute."

"Thank you."

I took the key and went down the hall, unlocking the door and stepping inside. Despite the memories I had with Emmett in this room, it was easier to breathe. Maybe because we hadn't truly gotten close, yet.

There was a soft knock on the door and I turned around. Carl stood in the doorway, bag in hand. "Where would you like this?"

"Anywhere. I don't mind. Thank you."

He set it down next to the bed, leaving the room and shutting the door gently behind him.

I opened it to pull out some pajamas and change, laying back on the bed and staring at the ceiling. I glanced at the clock long enough to start my hour, my hand on my stomach. I laid still for a few minutes before whispering to myself when the baby kicked. "One..."

A half hour and six kicks later, the pain started. At first it felt almost like a cramp, but it got worse quickly.

Instinctively, I reached for Emmett, tears coming to my eyes when I didn't find him. With nothing else coming to mind, I just did the breathing I had been taught at Lamaze class.

The pain came and went, but finally ended after about ten minutes. I assumed it was Braxton Hicks when it didn't start up again.

When I had woken up, I had been at a spa. As much as I had loved the beds there, I wanted to go home, because Emmett would be in mine.

Now I was in a hotel hours away, and I wanted Emmett worse than ever, and he had chosen someone else.

I know it's getting kind of rushed guys, and I'm really sorry. I'm trying my best to not rush it too much, while still hitting my Monday deadline. I really don't want to leave you guys hanging for another year, so hopefully I'll be able to finish it.

And just to clarify, Monday is my writing deadline. That's not necessarily the day the story ends. But the story is ending.