Chapter 1
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The moment she saw him she felt like she was 17 again. She had missed him. His dark brown hair, his eyes, full of warmth and love when he saw her, and his smile. Her heart was screaming for him, but her mind wanted something totally different. Her mind wanted to slap him, yell at him, ask him why he had ever left, where he had been all those years, and slap him again. Her mind wanted to hurt him as much as he had hurt her 11 years ago.
This all went through her head the moment she saw that familiar face and a second later she felt the hatred running through her body. Her mind was taking over. Like most of the time. She knew that when she would go over to him, no matter what she decided to do, she would give into her emotions, she would be weak, and she hated that. She kept had kept her emotions buried for all these years, she could do that as long as she wanted.
Mary Margaret managed to get something out of her when they were in their family's castle, in her room. She had loved Mary Margaret's arms around her, but she didn't really like the fact that Mary Margaret was now so close to everything she had buried. She preferred keeping it the way it was. But she knew that if she wanted a chance of being a normal family, she should open herself up to Mary Margaret and David..
'Emma….' Neal finally got it together and he took a step her way.
Emma could feel her heart skip a beat, but she couldn't give in to it. Neither would she yell at him and slap him. Without giving him another look, she turned around and started walking to the sheriff's station. She had to do something, and she hoped that at the sheriff's station there would be some work to do. She had to distract herself. Her hand palms were burning, she really wanted to hit him.
'Emma!' Neal came after here. 'Don't just walk away… Please?' He reached out for here.
Emma felt his hand on her shoulder. This was too much. She turned around and hit him hard in the face.
His eyes were wide open and he looked shocked by what just happened. 'I guess, I deserved that.'
'No, you didn't. I've already put way to much energy in this and you're not worth it.' She looked at him, with eyes full of anger, hatred and disappointment.
'Emma, please. Let me explain.'
'I don't want to hear it Neal. At least not now. Maybe in 50 years, I want to talk to you, but now.. No. And even in 50 years I don't want to talk to you. Just leave. Go somewhere I'm not.'
'I came here for you Emma. I waited for you 11 years.'
'Then it wouldn't be a problem to wait a little longer.' She turned around again and started walking. She walked fast. She wanted to leave it behind, leave him behind. If there was Neal, there were painful memories.
'I'll wait for you Emma. I'll wait as long as it takes for you to trust me again. I came here for you, I want you back, and I'll fight for you. I'm not leaving.'
She put her walls up, as high and thick as possible. She was frustrated. Her hand palms were still burning. She needed to hit something, and actually she wanted to hit someone. Again.
Not much later she stormed into the sheriff's office, frustrated and full of anger. She slammed the door open and the door hit the wall.
'Emma! What's wrong?' Damn it. Why did she forget David was here. This was so not helping. She knew it was childish, but she really didn't want to talk to him.
'I have to go.' And again she was walking away.
'Emma!' Her father came after her. 'Emma, why are you so upset?'
She turned around. 'It's nothing. Just.. I'll see you later at Mary Margaret's.'
'Okay.. I guess. Just please talk to me when there's something wrong. You can trust me Emma.' And after another look he walked back to his desk.
When she stepped outside she took some time to get herself together. She was so in trouble. Neal being here was one of the worst things that could happen. First, he brought up feelings, feelings she didn't want to feel. At least not for him. She didn't want to love the man that betrayed her. Second, she had lied to Henry about him. She told him his father was dead and that he died a hero. Neal was no hero. Neal was new in town and Henry was very observant. Maybe he had already noticed him. Third, she would have to face Mary Margaret and David and tell the truth. Reveal a part of herself to her parents. She shook her head. She was still not used to the fact that she now actually had parents and that her mother was her best friend.. It was so weird. Henry had always told her but she had never believed it, until she had broken the curse and Mary Margaret and David remembered that they had a daughter.
While thinking Emma had reached her car. The yellow VW Bug, that she stole when it had already been stolen. She didn't really feel liking driving it now, but she had to get home. Home.. Where Mary Margaret was, where David would be in a few a hours and if she had bad luck, Henry might also show up. It was Friday and if Regina was in a good mood, she would allow Henry to stay over with Emma for the weekend.
In a few minutes she parked in front of Mary Margaret's apartment. 'This is going to be fun.' She sighed.
Before she could grabbed the key to the apartment, Mary Margaret opened the door. 'Emma.'
Oh men, she just didn't want to be here. She didn't want to go here, but she had to. 'You were watching the street.'
'Charming called. He was worried. He told me that he had never seen you this upset.' Mary Margaret stepped aside so she could enter the apartment. 'Do you want something to drink? Hot chocolate?'
'I would love something stronger.' Emma could see the disapproval on Mary Margaret's face when she said this. Mary Margaret didn't like it that she would go for the alcoholic beverages when there were problems.
'Hot chocolate with cinnamon it is.'
'Really? Don't start the mother act now. I did well without it for 28 years, so I don't need it now.' She didn't have to hurt Mary Margaret like this. It wasn't her fault that she was in an extremely bad mood. 'I'm sorry, hot chocolate is fine.'
'What is your problem Emma?'
She could hear Mary Margaret was hurt by what she had said. 'My problem is Neal.. Henry's father.'