Prologue
It was late. Later than normal for her to be out. But Emma was sure she would be ok. Even though she was almost done middle school, she needed tutoring to help keep up in some of her classes. But right now, she was waiting for the train to take her back home. She stood on the platform, wrapped in a deep blue cloak, wearing jeans and a grey long sleeve shirt, her purple school bag hanging off of one shoulder, her long blonde hair down, wavy from being in a braid all day, listening to music on her iPod. One foot was tapping away to the beat of the music, the speed of it trying to make her sandals come off but she kept a good grip on them. She was minding her own business but noticed some…unsavory characters walking towards her. The last train was pulling into the station but they were quickly approaching. She bit her lip nervously when all of the sudden someone wrapped their arm around her.
"There you are, love. I've been looking everywhere for you."
She looked up, her green eyes widening in surprise as a young man walked with her unto the train. He whispered in her ear.
"Don't be afraid. Just making sure they don't do anything to hurt you."
She nodded and as the train doors closed, separating them from the others, she turned towards her rescuer.
"Thank you very much, sir. I am in your debt."
He smiled, making a dimple appear on his left cheek and his blue eyes twinkle in laughter.
"You're welcome, miss. I'm Killian. And who do I have the pleasure of meeting?"
Emma bit her lip, not sure how much to reveal. While this person had saved her, he could also have ill intentions. But somehow, she didn't think so. He stood at about 6 feet tall with messy brown hair cut short. He was wearing jeans, a green t-shirt, and a black cloak. He tucked one foot, covered in canvas sneakers behind his other leg as he waited for her answer. She smiled, deciding to trust him since he had saved her.
"Emma, sir. It's a pleasure meeting you."
Killian leaned against the handrail he was holding on to.
"You're rather young to be out so late. You, what, can't be more than 16?"
Emma smiled, laughing hard, the laughter reaching her eyes.
"Nope. 14. I'm starting high school in the fall."
"Really young then. Why didn't your parents come and get you?"
Emma sat down, her stop still a little bit away.
"They're…busy is the right word I guess. They both work...late sometimes. I've been walking home alone since the beginning of the school year. I don't mind."
Killian sat down beside her.
"That sucks. But if you want some company, I don't mind volunteering."
Emma blushed and giggled.
"No, but thank you."
Then the train conductor came on over the intercom.
"Approaching the stop for Hawthorne Castle, market town, and theater district."
Emma stood up.
"This is my stop."
"You sure you don't want an escort? I don't feel comfortable letting you walk home alone."
Emma shook her head.
"I'll be fine. It's not that far to my place anyways."
As Emma started to get off the train, she felt a brush of lips on her hand. She turned to see Killian smiling as he let go of her hand.
"I hope to see you again."
Emma smiled, blushing as she pulled her hand away.
"Same here. Good night, Killian"
Emma stepped off the train and headed towards her home. She moved fast, anxious to get home after a long day, ready to start her weekend. She didn't notice the shadows moving in the alleys. Then from her right side, she was punched, knocked down to the ground but not knocked out. She struggled to get up as she was attacked again.
"Bitch. Your father is a cruel man. But now he knows that we won't be stopped. We can even attack his precious daughter."
Emma screamed as the men kept hitting her, and then proceeded to violate her in the worst way possible.
