SUMMARY: Emma Swan, a struggling young woman moves from the city from a small harbour town to get away from dealers she owes money to after stealing their goods. Upon arrival she notices a ship in the port town where she takes on the role of a waitress. Little does she know, her new quest will bring her love with the Ship's Captain, who leads her on a world of adventure and saves her from herself, her past and the dealers who aim to find her.
Step out of the Darkness.
Chapter 1: Coca Cola.
It was time to leave, Emma took the final swig of her bottle of vodka, wiped her mouth and threw the bottle on the side of the road. Her new little yellow bug, which she stole, was packed to the brim with very few of her belongings. She had always travelled light, it was the only way. The only way she could keep on running and living her life.
She looked at her reflection in the car and began to lean both of her arms on it. She had happy memories here in the city. She thought she really could have made it here, but she blew it. Time and time again, like always in every town, she blew it.
New York had been so much fun, she had found great friends, found herself a little job in several bars and she even had a flatmate, but she had to leave them behind, she couldn't put them at risk, it wasn't safe anymore and she had to leave.
Emma signed and swung open the door and sat in before shutting the door. She took out her phone from the glove box and began to scroll through the name of her friends.
"I'm sorry guys…"
She sighed and turned the phone off, took the back off, removing the battery and took out the sim car. She bent the sim card in half and threw it on the ground.
"Well, it's been great New York, but it's time to leave…where should we go this time."
Emma opened up a map of America on the spare front seat, she had a pin from where the map has been stuck up on her wall, Emma had been and lived in many places and she loved nothing more than travelling, but she wished she could only do it more for pleasure and from running from the path of trouble she had always left behind.
She closed her eyes and threw the pin at the map. It landed in the sea.
"Well…fate…you could be right…maybe drowning in the sea would be my better option"
She closed her eyes. "…ok…ok Emma…try again."
She pulled out the pin and took a breathe and threw the pin again.
She opened her eyes. It landed.
"Maine…well…i guess that's where we will go then."
Emma sighed and swung her whole body into the car, put the seatbelt on and starting up the engine. A tear fell from her eye as she kicked the car into drive as she took to the freeway to escape New York City, her next stop. Maine.
One week ago…
Emma stepped out of the club for a cigarette, the alley was cold and she had forgotten to bring a jacket. She always hated the mid week shift, it was always so quiet. She took out the packet, lifted the packet lid and tapped the bottom to pop up a cigarette. She plucked it out of the box and light it and took a drag as she stood near the wall.
"Needed that…" she muttered to herself as she blew out the smoke.
She rubbed her arm with her other hand as she was shaking, her need for a drag as well as the cold had her shook up. Her break always took the longest to come on these nights and when she needed a smoke, she really needed it. In reality, she really needed something stronger, something to numb the pain. All she had was a roofie, which she stole from one of the punters. She decided it was better to keep it, she never knew when it would come in handy.
She looked around at the punters, usually someone around here would have something on them, a little pot, an ecstasy tablet or even a little crack. She really needed a fix, but it didn't appear that she would get it tonight. All she saw was a group of fellow smokers, and a couple getting it on in the corner.
She winced and put her back to the wall, she slid down it and stared at the floor. She wanted to cry, how had her life come to this. She thought she was on the road on the straight and narrow, she thought the pain she felt was over, but when an added broken heart, and a pregnancy got in the way, she needed to feel numb again. Numb from all the pain. The city had ruined her once again.
The bar door swung open and a man in an old guy, in a tight pinstriped suit came out for a smoke. He looked somewhat like a fictional mafia member, slicked back hair, cleanly shaved, and had enough wrinkles and boils to start a show.
Emma looked up at him, she had never seen this guy before. The man was on his phone, he was frantic and not happy with whomever he was speaking to.
"Well they didn't show up, now i got the goods on me, and no one to buy them from me…this has been a complete fucking waste of my time…you are a fucking idiot, you hear me."
Goods on me, bingo. Emma smirked a little as she knew that meant he had something, a whole package. That was big, she could use and even sell it if she wanted to. Emma had scored big.
He caught eye of her and looked directly at her, she didn't hesitate and got up, she finished the final drag of her cigarette and threw it on the ground. She got up and noticed he was picking out a box of cigarettes, and with a further stroke of luck, his lighter wasn't working.
"Fucking piece of shit"
He threw the lighter to the floor and stood on it, cracking it's outer plastic shell and allow the last of the butane to soak int the ground.
"Need a light?" she offered.
He smirked. "Well, if you are offering princess, i can light up your night."
"Ooo flirty…" She laughed a little. "In what way?"
"Haha well, it depends what your after darling."
"What you got."
It wasn't long before the two of them had slipped out of the club and were on their way to the local dive motel. Emma knew that if she could get him to believe she would be sleeping with him, if they got high together, dealers usually when the deals had gone sour in these parts, like to take a hit of what they were meant to be selling to piss of their suppliers. They could blame the stock as faulty and returned by their customer and because they called all the shots not one of the suppliers would dare questioning it, without losing their business.
She pushed him through to reception, groping his leg a little as she made him pay for the room for the night.
"Damn girl…you want it bad…"
"It's been a while…girl's gotta have fun too right…it isn't just guys that enjoy a little tussle if you know what i mean."
"Oh darling i really do…fuck…"
He paid for the room on his credit card and was soon guided by Emma to the room they rented up the rickety flight of stairs.
The guy smirked with the slimiest of grins and he pushed her against the door.
"A little kiss before we get it on"
Emma's stomach turned, but she knew what she had to do so she kissed him, hard and fast, as she felt for the doorknob and pushed them both in.
The man was fumbling at her clothes, tugging, wanting to take her there and then, but Emma wasn't having any of it, they had made a deal.
"Ah ah..ah…we gotta…light up first."
"Oh of course…sorry my dear, i need to give you my end of the bargain"
The man cleared his throat and fumbled in his inner coat pocket. He had a package, which contained a hole kilo of coke in it.
Emma was a little worried, she didn't like doing business with dealers, but she knew what that was worth and if she could get it from a gullible guy like this one, she was really in business.
"Wow…big package there…" she commented.
"Well you will find out momentarily my dear, don't worry, let's rip this little pleasure…in the mean time.. you wanna find some others to join us."
He was a player, a slimy old man, who loved to have it with many young women, while he snorted his life to glory. Boy she had found a good one here, but now she had to keep him.
"Oh…but…you wanna spoil me do you… share me with others…when you have me all to yourself…"
"Oh well if you put it that way…i think you and me will do just fine" he grunted and came up to her, pulling her hip, thrusting into her.
"Let's do a line first eh…it'll make it much more fun…maybe make it last a little longer…"
"God you are a little minx, anything for pleasure mmmm…"
He unwrapped the package and gently cut open the bag at the top. He poured out some of the powder and began to row it up. He rolled up the packet from the block and put it back in it's package, he slid this back into his coat, which he took off and put on the back of the hotel room chair. Emma paid attention to it, this would be her mission later.
"After you." he smirked.
Emma gulped a little. She walked over and took out a dollar bill from her back pocket wallet, rolled it up and did the first line. She lifted her head back and breathed in.
"You're an expert it seems…"
Emma lifted her head back down and wiped her nose.
"Shit, Of course, i don't need the money, this stuff is way better, maybe with a little Vodka to wash it down." she winked as she walked over to the mini bar.
"Whisky, thats the best stuff."
"Coming right up."
Emma opened the bar and picked out a little bottle of whisky and a bottle of Vodka. She knew this would make her task a little harder, but she had to play the game.
"Cups…hmmm…the bathroom."
"Hurry up darling…or turn on the shower."
"Now now…"
She walked to the bathroom and got two of the toothbrush cup holders and washed the one she was going to use out for dust. Whilst she was in there, she took out the roofie from her pocket and dropped it in his cup. She poured the drinks in and waited for the pill to dissolve.
She came back smiling and handed him his cup.
"Found some cups…now then…let's get this party started." she laughed.
She walked over to the table where he was taking his second hit and giggled.
"Wow, gone…huh?"
"Hehe, more later sweetheart, after i get my end… now give me that whisky and then that booty of yours."
She laughed as he pulled her in.
"Cheer's…to an amazing night."
"Cheer's darling"
They clinked the cups together and began to drink. He drink the whole cup in one full swig and then threw the cup on the floor.
"Now then…it's time for your end of the bargain."
"Steady on boy…"
Emma gulped a little, she knew the pill would have to kick in, but she had to carry on the game until it did.
"Well then…since you've been a good boy…how about a lapdance…"
"Ooooo sister…"
Emma smirked and pushed him down on the bed. She knew this would buy some time. She looked for the remote on the tv, and switched on the tv to the music channel and began to lap dance to the beat. She was lucky that the vodka and cocaine were taking a slight affect on her, it gave her the confidence to keep going but she knew she couldn't take much more, she needed to be out of here as soon as she could.
The guy took off his shirt and laid back on the bed. Emma began to take off her shirt and dropped it on the floor, revealing her cami slip under the shirt. She took of her boots and smirked and began straddling the victim, in her tight jeans. Her skin began to crawl as she did this, especially when she began to feel something. It made her sick to her stomach. She gulped again and proceeded dancing a little, ensuring her body kept away from the surprise in his pants. She knew the next stage was to kiss him to distract him from taking more of her clothes off.
She leaned forward and kissed him and began to rub her hands down his chest. He was hairy, greasy and sickly, but she got lucky. The tablet was taking it's affects on him, she could feel the body she was touching weaken and she looked up she could see the guys pupils dilate. The pill was going to knock him out.
"Gawd…l….la…lad…dy…you are….oh yes…baby…give it to…me…."
And with that he fell back on the bed bringing Emma on top of him. Emma breathed heavy and sighed.
"Ew…"
She slowly got off him rubbed herself down, but there wasn't any time to waste. She had to take the package and run.
As she stood her head felt whoozy, the coke had kicked in and mixing it with the Vodka didn't help her plight. She stumbled a little, luckily missing the bedside table as she began to crawl.
Within a few moments she stopped, she closed her eyes to get her bearings and then began to head for the table.
She made it, it was a slow and difficult process. She felt for the chair with his jacket on which helped to pull her up. She sat on it and sighed.
"Man…never again Emma…never." she told herself.
She fumbled in the pocket and took out the package and stood back up, the wholly affects had gone a little so she looked around for her shirt and her jacket. She picked them up one by one, putting them on. She made sure she still had her wallet and keys and looked back at the guy.
"Well…that wasn't nice knowing you…but thanks for the package, i am sure i'll get better use out of it for you." she said.
And with that Emma left the motel. She had done it, and it was time to get back to apartment, and time for a new job, she could never go back to the bar. She couldn't be caught. Not now. Not ever. For this guy was not just any guy, he was a dealer, and dealers spelt trouble.