They Never Knew

Chapter 8

How Wrong Can We Be

Authors note: So…hi! I once again want to thank anyone who is still reading this, reviewed, and followed me or this story. When I started writing this I had no idea it would ever end of being as popular as it has (by my standards). I don't know what a norm for popular stories is but I am extremely proud of the 3,233 views this story has gotten! This is in no means meant to be a bragging note but I just wanted to thank you all! If you want something to listen to while reading this you can listen to Honeymoon by Lana Del Ray (at least that's what I was listening to when writing it)….see you at the bottom.

Amy smiled gently as she reminisced, she had almost forgotten she was talking to anyone. While those two years had sucked it was nothing compared to what happened after that. That thought quickly made her smile drop.

Her friends and family could visablly see Amy shudder as apparently one of the terrible memories consumed her thoughts. To say everyone was shocked was an understatement, they were horrified, guilty, or just sick. Snow had silent tears running down her face, David had angry tears and devastated that he had let this happen to his little girls. That the world had done this to his little girls! The thought made him angry enough to kill! Regina knew cruelty, probably better than the others, but she could not imagine a father figure doing something like that to an innocent little Emma and Amy. While outwardly you wouldn't see her saddened by the situation, if you looked into her eyes you could see that sadness.

The other men in the room took it quite differently. Robin was openly horrified he didn't care who saw it. He couldn't help but imagine if that had been his son, how angry he would have been! If that were him as a kid how scared! He felt like it would have been even worse for Amy and Emma. They were fragile little girls at the mercy of a man they called Dad. He just felt wrong. The whole situation was wrong.

Henry could probably most easily relate, and even he was lost in the whole situation. It was just dawning on him how lucky he had been to be in the adoption agency he was, and get adopted immediately. It scared him to death to know he could have been in the same position as his mom and aunt.

Hook was seething! Anyone could see that, but what no one else could see (except Emma or Amy) was that he was inwardly heart broken. What kind of monster could hurt those two? They had always been kind and loving. They were forgiving and treated everyone equally, they believed everyone deserved a chance. How could they even possibly think that way after the man they thought of as a father did that to them! After they had been betrayed so many times. Part of him couldn't help but be angry that Emma hadn't told him-though he understood why-more than anything though he was mad! If could get it out of Amy or Emma he would track the slime down and kill it slow and painfully. He knew that wasn't what either of these girls needed right now though. He put his selfish thoughts behind him though as he reached out to put a hand on Amy's shoulder. He could feel Amy stiffen at the touch but she quickly relaxed and put her hand on top of his without looking at him. She did what she had done all night and continued to stare at her pale sister.

Amy refused to look at him. She couldn't stand for any of them to see her weak. She was vulnerable, she knew that. Telling this story-her story-it was almost too much. She took a shaky breath too tired to cringe at how emotional she sounded before continuing.

"Once we were out we got jobs at some grocery store. We never stayed too long, it just wasn't us…after a while finding a job became hard so…" She was really dreading those words. She didn't want to tell them what they did. She didn't care what it was for, she didn't care how desperate they were. It was something she desperately wanted to forget.

Flashback fifteen years

"Emma where are we going?" A tired Amy asked.

"I already told you. We're going to find jobs." Emma replied quite annoyed

"Yes and we both know there aren't any. Face it we need to move again."

"No. We just moved in, I'm not ready to give it up."

"Which is worse, moving or starving?"

"We won't starve." Emma spoke determined.

"How do you know that?" Amy asked getting more and more irritated at not having any idea what her sister was talking about.

"I have a plan."

"Yes, I know you have a plan. I want to know what that plan is." Finally they stopped at the corner of a street. Emma turned to look at her sister before saying. "You're not going to like it." She looked guilty but that determination still hadn't left her face. "I can't no like it if you won't tell me what it is." Amy pointed out.

"Selling our bodies." She responded blankly. Amy just stared at her eyes wide, she finally responded laughing bitterly "Prostitution." She was cut off quickly "Think about it Amy, were both pretty, were good flirts when we want to be. We have the bodies for it. We could do it." Amy was balancing her options, Emma could see that. Starve or work. The more she thought about it moving wasn't going to be an option, they wouldn't be able to hitch hike very far on no food and they didn't have enough for a bus.

She hung her head in defeat before looking up at Emma, her eyes still doubtful. "What if we get a disease or end up pregnant? We can't afford any treatment and we can't afford to keep a kid. I don't know about you but I do not want my kid to end up in the system."

"We'll be careful I promise." Amy looked desperate for another option. "What if they hurt us? What if we try to refuse someone and they don't accept it? Emma I can't go through another Daddy Crisis." The Daddy Crisis had been the name they had settled for on what their false father did to them. Emma gently grabbed her sister by the shoulders "Hey, look at me. I won't let that happen. He's never going to get to us again." Amy nodded fighting to hold the tears back. "Fine, let's get to work."

Authors note: SO not really sure how I felt about the chapter. I know this is a really sensitive topic for some people. I am trying to be very careful while writing this. I guess maybe what I'm trying to show in this is that I don't think all people who sell their bodies are whores. I think they are just people who maybe have self confidence issues, a bad life, or are just in a bad situation. I am not in any way advertising it and telling you all to go out and sell your bodies! Please believe me on that! Anyway, hope you enjoyed the story and I will see you all again soon!

-It's Nothing Just A Wolf