Tangled Love

CHAPTER 88

Emily's POV -

I watch him fall apart in front of me as I say the one word I never thought I'd call anyone else but my father. I had to do it, he was pointing a gun at Jake and I couldn't risk him being killed. He's the only family I need, not this sick perverted sperm donor. I almost passed out again when he switched and aimed his gun back against my temple.

Jones was now sobbing fast, his chest rising and falling fast. I slowly release his arm off me and he drops it weakly against his side, admitting defeat. I take this as my chance to run and be safe. I stand to my feet, wobbling a little from lack of balance before I take slow steps backwards, never turning my back on the man who was currently breaking apart.

I can practically feel Jake's presence behind me, it was so powerful. The aura around him screams safety and I instantly relax as I feel my back touch the front of his body. I smile, relieved this nightmare is finally over. Jake's free arm slides over my waist and he also lowers his gun as he realises I'm back in his arms, safe once again.

"Jake," I whimper, the roles now reversed as I

start to to fall apart from his touch. His arms held me up close, carrying most of my weight. He brings his head down and tucks it into the crook of my neck, kissing the skin tenderly.

"Shhh Muffin, it's okay. I'm here."

I shut my eyes and sob quietly, the realisation that I'm rescued finally hitting me. I'm away from him, away from the man who stalked me, frightened me, kidnapped me and let me bleed as he watched.

I open my eyes to get one last look at him before I knew Jake would kill him. My eyes open to the image of Jones sneering, his hand reaching for his gun. My heart pounds painfully against my chestMaterial © of NôvelDrama.Org.

and I suddenly can't breathe, my lungs restricting the oxygen I so badly need to shout out loud and warn everyone. It's like time stops and everything happens in slow motion.

I see the gun rise in the air and point directly towards Jake. My heart leaps out of my mouth as Jones' finger presses against the trigger and a loud echoing boom fills the room followed by a scream. It only takes me a millisecond before I realise the screams are coming from me. I snap my head to look at Jake who's eyes are wide with fear as he screams back at me but everything sounds muffled, drowned out in a sea of pained cries.

Is he hurt? Is Jake shot?

I scan his body, looking desperately for the source of the blood that stains his shirt. His face is scrunched up in pain, tears streaming down his cheeks as he drops his gun and catches me between his two arms. He holds me up close as he continues screaming but I can't hear anything as if I'm trapped in a silent movie. I scrunch my eyebrows at him in complete confusion until I glance down and finally find the source of the blood.

How is it possible that I can taste the blood in my mouth, in my throat, in the air?

Who's blood is it?

My blood, it's me.

I'm shot.