Why? Why didn't she just take him up on his offer to walk her home? Those damn walls she put up always got in the way. If she had just let Killian walk her from the station to her apartment, she would have let him come in, maybe had a drink and when he left she would have made sure that the door had been locked behind him. Instead she got caught up with her texts with Ruby and went to bed without making sure the dead-bolt was turned. How could she have been so stupid? She knew that he'd been following her since their return from Neverland. He practically camped outside of her bedroom window at night. He thought she didn't know, but she did. She could feel him there; feel him watching her. Every trip to the grocery store, she'd spot his car across the street. When she'd go to Granny's he'd always be there...and of course he had to order the same drink as she did; Hot chocolate with cinnamon. Neal was everywhere. She'd caught him outside of the dressing room of her favorite store last week...just sitting there. But she never in a million years thought that it would escalade to this.

"No, no, no, open your eyes; look at me, Ems. Don't look away." he said, his breath heavy and staggered; sweat rolling from his brow and dripping into her face.

"Neal, stop...please." She whimpered. Hot tears streamed from the corner of her eyes, past her ears and onto the floor. She'd given up fighting. Her hands were tangled in her red NY state night shirt and pinned to the ground above her head, while he'd nudged her knees apart and the weight of his torso kept her in place.

Emma turned her face as far to the side as she could and squeezed her eyes shut. If she didn't have to see his body moving above her, his eyes boring into her...burning that look of satisfaction into her mind...maybe she could just push this away like every other awful memory she had. She could push it outside of her protective walls where it could never hurt her again.

"You feel that, Emma? Do you feel what you do to me? God, I'm almost there, baby." Neal grunted; his thrusts becoming more erratic and sloppy. His neck strained and she could feel him begin to swell inside of her. His movements slowed from fast and shallow to deep and hard as he came; his fluids burning her insides. She let out a soft cry of pain as he pushed himself as far into her as he could and stilled. Leaning his head down, he opened his mouth for what she thought would be a kiss on the side of her face, but instead he licked the salty tears from her cheek. "That's my girl..." he huffed out between labored breaths.

His voice brought her back to her living room floor where he held her down against the cold planks of wood. Her eyes opened and she could see evidence of her struggle. The new lamp she'd gotten as a housewarming gift from LeRoy knocked to the floor next to the scattered pile of police reports she'd brought home to read through. They must have fallen when she grabbed for the phone on her desk. A framed photo of Henry lay among the papers. It was covered in her fresh blood and the glass busted out from Neal bashing it into her temple to subdue her.

The force of his unwelcome thrusts had made her raw and when he pulled himself from her center, she let out a scream of agony. She wanted nothing more than to be able to close her legs to ease the stabbing pain she felt. Instead she felt his hand clamp over her mouth and his hot breath against her ear.

"I want you to give the Pirate a little message from me." He said as he squeezed her mouth under his palm. "You tell him, I said now we're even."

And without another word, he was gone.

Emma instinctively rolled to her side and curled her knees into her chest. She untangled her hands from the now ripped and mangled tee-shirt that bound her wrists so conveniently for her attacker and threw it to the other side of the room. Her right hand reached up from the floor to the back of the couch and pulled down the blanket that Granny had gifted to her when she redecorated a few rooms at the B&B. Next she reached for the phone and pushed the speaker button. She froze as she looked at the "infernal talking contraption" as Killian referred it. Who could she call? She couldn't call the police...she was the police. The dial tone filled the otherwise silent room until Emma finally hit the off button. The quiet washed over her. 'I survived...it's over and I survived.' Her inner voice offered no comfort and as she huddled under the thick quilt, her adrenalin stopped pumping and her body finally began to process what had happened. Her chest heaved up and down as the shock set in. Emma screwed her eyes shut as tightly as she could, lifted her chin and through her quivering lips came a cry that was more than just sadness. It was a cry from her very soul. She had been violated to her core. A piece of her had been stolen and she would never get it back. Her hand squeezed over the bunched up blanket as she rocked herself gently back and forth, hoping to gain some sort of calm from the motion. But all it did was magnify the aches she felt all over her body from being pressed into the hard floor during her assault.

After what felt like hours, she regained enough composure to find the phone. She lifted it in front of her face and dialed the numbers through the blur of her tear soaked eyes.

The phone rang once...twice...on the third ring she heard the sound of someone picking up on the other end.

"Hello?"

"It's me..." She managed to squeak out.

"Emma? What's happened, love? Are you alright?" Killian replied in a groggy tone.

"No...I...Killian..." Was all she could say before the tears began to flow heavily down her cheeks again.

Suddenly Killian sounded alert and wide awake. "What is it, Emma? Is it Henry?"

Her voice hitched in her throat as she tried to calm herself enough to explain.

"It's...it's Neal." She let out a heavy sob. "It was my fault, Killian." She began. "I didn't lock my door and..." Emma couldn't bring herself to say what had happened to her. Saying it out loud made it real' made her vulnerable. It exposed her as weak. What kind of savior was she if she couldn't even save herself from being over-powered?
The pirate waited patiently on the other end of the phone while Emma collected her thoughts when finally she whispered in a barely audible voice, "Killian, Neal raped me..."