~Regina's POV~

"Regina, what do we do?!" Emma whispers in pure fear.

"Hide his suit case. Go in your room and hide your's." I command as calmly as I can. Emma nods before she is out of sight, leaving my brain to race with solutions of our escalated situation.

I quickly step down the stairs to confront Robin and distract him from what's going on upstairs. Yes, this man has an obvious mean steak and for some reason he can't seem to let me go. He cheats left and right but if I even try to leave him world war three breaks out and he get's my mother involved just to make my skin crawl.

There's hardly any time that can be risked at this point. If I want to get to Henry on time, we need to leave now. Robin is just another annoying obstacle that's in the way.

"I'm coming dear!" I call out to him. Just keep him occupied for long enough...

Robin is sitting on the sofa in our living room with his eyes focusing attentively towards the television as always. He didn't bother to hang up his coat or take off his shoes. He's just casually sitting there with exhaustion possessed on his face.

Thankfully that means he will fall asleep soon and I'm out of this hell hole with my love and my baby. What could be better?

"Why aren't you or Emma making dinner?" That question alone pisses me off. This isn't the 20th century! Nor am I a stay at home mother. I don't get why the hell he has that concept stuck in his head!

"I–Robin, I just walked in the door 15 minutes ago." I defend.

"Well what's Emma's excuse? I want her gone. She's useless." Robin says throwing me off. Figures. She's useless to your dick. I roll my eyes trying to find a come back for his obnoxious declaration. Emma is not some doll to be tossed aside, nor will I ever.

"That's fine. I was just leaving anyways." Emma answers to my surprise.

She comes into view with her red leather jacket on and her suit case in her tight grip. I've never seen her more confident than today. Her face is expressionless yet holds control in demand. It's certainly her way of hiding our secret.

"Good. Don't worry. We'll pay you for this week."That's all Robin says before focusing back to the blaring tv in front of him. The sound of an audience echoes from the speakers and the screen shows a foot ball player doing his victory dance after a successful touch down.

I motion my head to direct Emma to where my keys are. As always, I leave them on the corner table in the foyer by the coat rack. I have a tendency of losing things; believe it or not. It's why I like my home to be spotless.

"Robin. I have to go get some things for dinner." The prick ignores me. He only thing he does is let ot a huge yawn to secretly express hat he doesn't want to be bothered.

Fine by me. Quickly, with no time to lose, I race up stairs to grab my sleeping baby and the bag that Emma kindly packed for him. I trust that there's everything he needs in here. Whatever we don't have, I'll just buy at a store during our road trip.

As soon as I get outside, Emma is waiting for me patiently. She takes Roland from me and proceeds to put him in his carseat while I put is bag in the trunk alongside mine. My heart quickly drops from just seeing her bag and he babies. Fuck!

"It's time to go." She says softly to me. I let her grip around my waist comfort me as she presses herself against my behind. I then sadly mumble,

"We forgot my suitcase."

"Shit. I'll go." She offers, but the moment she steps towards the house, I grab her by the wrist. I don't want her to even step foot in there. Imagine what he'll do to her!

"No! Emma, what if he wakes up." Still, Emma gently pushes me away despite my concern of what she's about to do. Her confidence is just oozing from her being, so there's no stopping her now.

"Then I'll just have to deal with him. If I don't come back in 5 minutes, look for me." And that's that. I watch the blonde walk into that house with a heavily beating heart and nothing but fear in my blonde. I can only hope for the best; that she'll come back out safely.

~Emma's POV~

I walked in the house quietly. Robin is sleeping on the sofa; thank god. I make my way quietly up the stairs to Regina's room and find her suitcase laying on the floor in front of her body length mirror. I try lifting the suitcase and the damn thing is so heavy! I take one more heave and finally had it in my arms. I can't drag it or else Robin would wake up from the noise.

As I began turning around I see a figure behind me through the mirror and I freeze. "Why do you have Regina's suitcase?" Robin asks.

"Regina let me have since, my suitcase wasn't big enough to hold all of my things." I quickly lie. I've found out that I am a great liar today.

Suddenly I feel a stingy blow to my face.

"Don't lie to me! She's running away isnt she?!" Robin spits.

My eyes widen from shock and without even thinking, I slam the back part of Regina's suit case into the side of his face. It's very hard and hard so it knocked him out cold. I quickly step over his limp body and run down the steps, almost falling down most of them, and head out the door.

~Regina's POV~

I'm pacing back in forth in front of the car. I am beyond scared right now. I love Emma so much, as much as I can't admit it, and I can't lose her. I won't lose her. I hope Robin didn't hurt her. What if he killed?! She still didn't come out and what felt like forever, has only been 3 minutes.

Soon the door busts open and Emma is running towards the car with...blood on her lip? She quickly puts my suitcase in my trunk and closes the hood.

"Emma! What happened to your face?" I ask in shock.

"No time! Get in the car!" She says as she hops in the driver's side. I quickly get in and she backs out of the driveway. She drives so fast that it takes her only 15 minutes to drive past the town line.

I turned to her once I knew we were safe. I lightly placed my hand on her thigh and she jumped. I frowned at her reaction, "What happened dear?" I asked her softly. She rested one hand on top of mine and she chuckles.

"Well...that's a funny story." She smiles and I wipe the blood off her lip with my thumb.

"Thanks. He woke up and came in the room. He figured it out and slapped me. So I took your suit case and smashed it to his head. Why is it so damn heavy?" She asks me and I chuckle.

"Clearly it wasn't to heavy for those sexy muscles of yours." I say to her and her face turns red. It grows silent for a moment. I don't know why I care but I ask anyways.

"Is he dead?" Emma's eyes widen and she looks taken aback.

"I-i don't know. I didn't stop to check. I was too scared." Emma admitted and My heart sinks. I hope he isn't dead because then Emma could go to prison. I don't need that. I need her right now.