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holy molely! Im soo sorry i have t updated in ages! Im also sorry that this chapter is short and poopy but its new years here in Jersey so my new years resolution is to fnsih this story! So enjoy and please favorite and follow also reviews are always motivaters :)
Weeks had passed by and Killian and Emma's friendship had grown stronger. They had both been there for each other when they needed it. Killian was there to help Emma adjust to the new place. He let Emma go on and on about Graham and their little adventures when they shared a room. Emma was there for Killian when he would come out of Mr. Cooper's office with a new bruise, scratch, or mark. He never mentioned how he ended up here but she never pushed him. She had never had a friend like this beside Graham but she hadn't talked or heard from him since she left. It hurt of course, that she would never hear him laugh or listen to one of his fairytale stories again. But now she had Killian. He was sweet and kind and always stuttered when he was nervous. He was there to comfort her whenever she had a nightmare. She was there for him when he would softly cry in his sleep. They never mentioned it in the morning but Emma knew he appreciated the comfort. She noticed he would always murmur the name Anamaria while he wept. When curiosity got the best of her one day she found herself asking him.
"Killy?" She asked while they sat at the table waiting for dinner.
"Yes, Swan?"
"Whose Anamaria?" Killian's body tensed up and his eyes grew cold. She could see the blue in his eyes grow darker. "Im s-sorry. I shouldn't have asked." He looked at her for a moment, he could see the terror written on her features. He sighed.
"Anamaria was my mother's name." He replied quietly. His hands became much more interesting as he continued. "I wasn't dropped off when I was born like you. I lived with my parents for a while. My mother was a very pretty woman. She loved my father but my father drank too much. He would hit my brother and I as well as her. Mother told us he loved us but just had a funny way of showing it. My mother died when I was four. She was very sick. My father got worse until eventually he just left me here. Said I looked to much like mommy. I haven't seen him or my brother since." A few tears had made their way down his cheeks. Emma had a few tears falling as well. She grabbed him and brought him in for a hug.
"I'm so sorry Killy." She removed herself and went to continue when a voice cut her off.
"Emma Swan!" Mr. Cooper's deep voice echoed through the dining hall. Everyone grew silent, all eyes looking at her. She felt Killian's hand on top of hers squeezing for comfort. Emma stood up slowly. He began walking toward her, a sneer set permanently in his face.
"Y-Yes Mr. Cooper?" She asked nervously. She squeezed Killian's hand in fear.
"Pack your bags. Someone is here to adopt you."
Emma felt Killian's hand go slack in her's.
