This story is strongly rated mature. If it offends you please do not read this story. It mentions abuse and especially sexual abuse and rape. There is no magic in this story and although some characters are mentioned as their fairytale names; they are simply used as nicknames in my story. Also in this story Boston is very close to Storybrooke like within forty minutes of driving distance. I am no doctor and have no medical experience so everything you will be reading is not medically accurate; neither is anything accurate when I write about police and legal information. I ask that you please give this story a chance. As for my other stories I am finally about to update them; so be on the lookout for them. Thank you again.
"Snow, come on it is two in the morning you need to get some rest." Charming said in a worried tone. They had been sitting in the sheriff station every night for four years.
"I can't! I won't give up on her. I won't give up on my baby." Snow sobbed as her husband pulled her to his chest.
Four years ago their thirty four year old daughter Emma, never came home after chasing down a suspect in Boston. Charming had pleaded with his daughter to let him come with her; but she refused because her mom was sick at home with a fever. That was his biggest regret.
They sent out search parties and Mayor Mills made sure that the Boston police never gave up searching for the blonde. Unfortunately the suspect Ian Whitmore was never arrested and has been under the radar for four years. His track record is filled with assault, drug dealing, and murder.
Regina walked into the sheriff station and frowned at seeing the couple once again grieving the loss of their daughter. "Please go home and get some rest. I will stay up and if anything happens I will call you."
The pixie haired woman looked hesitant but then finally agreed and stood up with the help of her husband. "Thank you."
Emma held her daughter close as the two year old scribbled on a scrap of newspaper. The blonde did her best to protect Ember from Ian and she refused to let Ember call him her daddy. That man was not a father; he was a monster.
The past four years they lived in a small room with barely any light. There was a cot for a bed, one bed sheet, a toilet in the corner and a small basin for a sink. There was also a small closet that Emma had begged Ian to make so that Ember wouldn't have to watch when he came to have "his time" with her.
She had never stopped fighting especially when it came to that. There were times where he was so rough that she would tear down below. Her face and body never healed and was always covered in black and blue bruises.
When she had given birth to Ember she nearly died of infection; but she fought because if she died so did her daughter. From the time her daughter learned how to speak she taught her three special numbers. Three numbers that would contact the sheriff station and also give her exact location.
"Look mommy" Ember pointed down at the scribbled pieces of paper with 555 drawn in messy handwriting.
"That's great baby!" The blonde praised her daughter.
Ember looked exactly like her except she had curly ringlets of blonde hair and bright blue eyes and when the little light hit them you could see gold specks around her iris. She was small and weighed very little as Ian only fed them once a day in the evening. Emma did her best to continue to breastfeed her daughter.
Both mother and daughter stopped what they were doing as they heard and felt the familiar heavy footprints coming down the hall.
"Go on little one. Go in the closet." Emma scrambled to get her daughter to safety.
Perhaps today was the day that they would get rescued; but she needed to be smart about it. He kept his phone on the side of his pants. This time she could not fight… no she would have to make him think that she was finally his and that she wanted him.
Ian was broad shouldered and strong; he looked like a lumberjack even wearing plaid shirts and rough jeans. Today his breath reeked of alcohol as he opened the bolted door and quickly shut it.
"Hello sweet cheeks. I've wanted you all day." He said in his gruff and drunk voice.
She could have sworn she vomited a bit in her mouth; but she would do whatever needed to be done for her daughter. "I want you too…" She said quietly trying to sound convincing.
He quickly took off his belt and unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his zipper. In a drunken haze he straddled her and began to kiss her in a messy passionate way. He was surprised that she wasn't fighting back. Maybe finally she had learned that she was his. "That's right baby you are mine." He groaned as he buried himself into her and for the first time moved his hips slowly thrusting into her.
In her best act of survival she acted like she was into it even to the point of moaning, thrusting her hips and rubbing the sides of his body; then she felt it. His phone, her lifeline was in her hands. She pulled it out and tucked it in between the wall and the cot, as she faked a huge orgasm as he came inside of her.
He got up off of her and kissed her forehead in a psychotic way and put his limp member back into his pants. "Finally you have learned Emma. You will always be mine."
The door slammed shut and when she heard the second door close she knew that He was gone. Now was the time to call. She grabbed the phone and dialed 555 and pressed the green call button. Her hands were shaking and she could feel the tears falling.
She got in the closet with her daughter knowing that as soon as the police showed up he would come for her and her two year old daughter would have to stay on the phone.
"Storybrooke Sheriff Station, how can I help you? This is Regina Mills talking." The brunette answered as she could hear heavy breathing and sobbing.
"Gina… Help us please. It's Emma. He's going to come back soon!" The blonde's voice sounded so weak and broken; but worst of all she sounded scared.
"Emma, I have your location and I've sent it over to the Chief at the Boston Police station. We are on our way. Who else is with you?" Then she heard it, a small little voice.
The blonde sobbed. "Please my baby is here with me. Regina, whatever happens… please take care of her. I'm not sure where we are but there are two bolted cement doors and we are in a small room."
"Mommy? I scared?" Ember cried as her mom kissed her and hugged her.
"This is a phone. You stay quiet and Gina is going to talk to you and then we can go home. Okay. Mommy loves you very much." With that she stepped out of the closet and sat in the corner of the room.
She could hear sirens but she could also hear those heavy footprints that she would never forget the sound of. They were coming for her. He was coming for her.