Chapter Two: She's Got All My Dreams, I've Got These Broken Things.
"Henry. It's the middle of the night. Is everything ok?" Snow asked, inviting her grandson inside and leading him into the kitchen. She began to stir together a batch of hot chocolate as David came into the room.
"Henry. What a surprise. Are you okay? Where's your mother?" he asked, looking around the room for Emma.
"She'll be up to get me in a few minutes. My dad came over so I came up here." he explained simply, smiling as his grandmother handing him the hot mug of cocoa.
"David, you really should do something. I know she says everything is fine but I think he's bad for her." Snow worried, pulling her husband over to the living room to speak in whispers while Henry relaxed in the kitchen.
"What can I do? She's a stubborn girl. She wont listen to me, you know she wont." he said in a hushed tone. But Henry heard none the less and spoke up immediately with a grin.
"My mom can be kind of stubborn I guess." he said, earning a look from the adults as they came to sit beside him at the kitchen table. "And you're probably right, she wouldn't listen to you guys. But I found the person she will listen to. And they are talking right now. He's going to help her." he said hopefully, sipping his drink with a grin.
"Who would that be, Henry?" Snow asked. But before he could answer, David spoke up.
"Hook." he whispered, running his hands over his face.
"The Captain? I thought he left when we returned." she questioned, surprised at the turn of events and exhausted from being awake at this odd hour of the night.
They were interrupted but a soft knock on the door. Snow walked over to open it, revealing her daughter and the pirate she journeyed with not so long ago.
"Come in, come in. Both of you." she smiled, grabbing both their hands and pulling them inside the living room.
"You mortals are so hospitable." Hook mocked with a smirk, walking away from the group to stand behind Henry's spot in the kitchen. He put his hands on the back of his chair and tipped the young boy back barely an inch.
"How's it going, kid?" he asked, clapping him on the shoulder.
"Better now that you're here." Henry laughed a boyish laugh causing Hooks grin to turn even more cocky.
"I get that all the time, lad." he replied, sitting in the chair opposite Henry at the table while Emma took a seat next to her mother in the living room.
"So what's going on, Emma? Is everything alright?" Snow asked, putting her hand on her daughters knee.
"It's actually about Neal. Him and I are no longer seeing eye to eye on a lot of things and I have decided it's best if he not come around anymore. I don't want him near me and I more importantly don't want him near Henry." she explained, tying her hair up in exhaustion.
"What happened to your face?" David asked with anger, crossing the room to stand in front of her.
"That's part of the problem, as it were." Hook chimed in, crossing his feet on top of the table as he leaned back in his chair.
"Neal did this?" Snow gasped, touching her daughters cheek before she pulled away. Emma stood up from the couch and paced into the kitchen. She wrapped her arms around Henry from behind his seat and hugged him, the young boy smiling.
"And what the bloody hell is that." Hook exclaimed, pushing up from his seat and pushing her head roughly to the side. He grabbed her chin gently in his hand and tilted it up, revealing a large bite mark on her neck, the imprints of teeth clearly visible on her pale flesh.
"Oh my god, Emma." her mother cried, shaking her head. "We should've seen it. We should've protected you."
"It's my problem to solve." she said, tearing herself away from Hooks hold. He stepped back in surrender.
"I just wanted to let you guys know that if Neal comes around, he's not to go near Henry." she explained.
"No, darling that's not what you came here for. What she meant to say." Hook began. "Was that if you see Baefire around her flat or near the boy, you are to let me know. Us pirates have a way of handling such disgusting behavior. I'm docked on the other side of town. Find me if need be." he insisted, walking over to the door.
Hook looked over his shoulder one last time at Emma, speaking up once more. "You stay away from him, Swan. He's poison." he warned, bowing his head towards the royals in respect before heading back to his home for the night.
"So he didn't leave when we returned?" David asked once he was gone.
"He might as well have. He was nowhere to be found." Emma sneered, lacing her fingers with Henrys.
"Come on, kid. Let's go home and get some sleep." She urged, leading him towards the door.
"Thank you both for everything you've done for us." she said sincerely before heading back downstairs to her own apartment. She walked with Henry into his room, laying the warm comforter over him as his eyes started to close.
"I love you, Emma." he said as he fell asleep.
"I love you too, kid." she smiled, turning off his light and heading back into the living room.
"Your apartment is extremely easy to get into. It's a bit unsettling." a voice called out. She looked over with surprise to see a figure hidden in the shadows of the dark apartment, leaning against the kitchen counter.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, taking a step away as the man advanced towards her.
He simply replied with a smirk as his face came into view, continuing to walk towards her until she had no more space to counter him with. Emmas back was pressed up against her bedroom door as the man pressed his body against hers with insistence.
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