Author's Note: For those of you wondering how old Alexandra is- she is two, maybe close to three. This had been a wild ride, but it has to come to an end sometime. I want to thank you all so much for everything: all your opinions, favorites, and messages! I hope you enjoy this last chapter! I will hopefully be writing a new CS fanfiction so if you have any ideas, private message me or leave a review! Love you all so much XOXO

Chapter 25: Real

The phone rang. It was 2am on a Sunday. Emma woke out of her slumber and yawned. She grabbed the phone and read the screen, "Mom?"

Emma answered it and heard her mother crying.

E: Mom? Is everything okay?

M: Actually no. I know you may not think this is bad, but your father has passed.

E: Wait, what?

M: Your father passed away about an hour ago. It was a heart attack.

Emma was silent.

M: I'm so sorry, Emma.

E: No, I'm sorry.

M: You need to come over soon so I can distribute things to you and Richard. Now get some sleep.

E: Bye, Mom.

M: Oh, and Emma?

E: Yep?

M: I love you.

Emma responded back with an I love you too and hung up the phone. She placed it back on her nightstand and looked around the dark room. Killian was still sound asleep, his arms around her body and his eyes stuck shut. Alexandra was sleeping in her room and hadn't cried in a while. Everything was quiet. For a second, she thought the world was perfect. Until she got that call. The world fell at her feet. The man who had hurt her in so many ways in the past was gone. For good. She was somewhat relieved, which she shouldn't have been since he was the one who created her, but she couldn't help but be somewhat happy. She'd have to go to her mother's house alone though, it was a family matter. She couldn't bring Killian and Alexandra into this. That's what she was going to do. When they all awake, she wouldn't be home. She would go to her mother's house and text them that she would be home later. Yep. That was the plan.

She took one more breath before closing her eyes and falling back asleep.

The next morning, she woke up at 6AM and immediately jumped in the shower. She got out quickly and picked out an outfit, being sure not to wake Killian. She ate a small breakfast and sent a text that said, "Don't worry, out for a little but will be back later. xo." before walking out of the house and heading to her mother's.

She drove about ten minutes before arriving there. It was almost 8AM. She got out of her car and knocked on the door, soon greeted by her saddened mother. They went into the living room and sat in silence before her mother began to cry.

"I know I shouldn't be this upset, but I am, and I can't seem to understand why."

"You lost someone you once loved." Emma said, hugging her mother.

They continued to hug before Emma's mother fixed herself and pulled out a stack of papers. She read most of the important parts to Emma and then showed her the will. Emma and Richard were required to sign off on it, promising to take the items that their father had chosen to leave them. Richard got his car, Emma got his house, Richard got his precious ancient beer collection, Emma got his electronics, and so on.

"The house?" Emma asked, surprised.

Her mother nodded before handing her a pen to sign the paper. Emma reluctantly grabbed the pen from her hand and signed the paper. What an adventure this was going to be. Going to the house she lived in as a child, the place he took their baby, and the place that she feared for half of her life.

After a week or so, there had already been a service and everything for her father, but Emma didn't attend any of it. She felt bad not going to any, but she had a perfectly fine reason of not going.

Today was the day she was going to go to the house that she now owned and go through it. She told Killian, who comforted her greatly, everything, and he had asked her if she wanted him to come and help her. She told him not to because that would mean taking Alexandra there, and she didn't want her there any more than she already was. So, today, Emma got dressed and headed over there, scared of what could be behind all the doors she feared as a child.

She stepped inside and the memories of him hurting her and her mother flashed through her mind. Everything from taking her favorite dolls to taking her own child. She slowly shut the door and turned the light on, looking around. Emma walked farther in and decided to begin upstairs. Maybe, hopefully, the upstairs wouldn't be as bad as the downstairs was.

She was wrong. It was worse. Things flashed through her head as she passed her old room. Like the time all she wanted to do was read so she stayed in her room, but her father didn't want her reading all the time because "too much knowledge was good" so he took all her books and burnt them. Another one came by as she passed the bathroom. The time where she was painting her nails with her mom and her mom was supposed to be making dinner, but her father car home and saw that she hand made dinner yet so he came upstairs and threw all the nail polish against the wall. The pink and purple stains were still on the wall.

Sure, the one time her father is gracious to her is when he is dead and is giving her his entire home. Not that she wanted it. It brought back too many memories and terrible experiences. She didn't want to be there. But out of the respect for the dead, and her family, she had to go through everything and get rid of it. She saw a black door at the end of the hallway. She was told by her father never to go in there or "consequences will come and they won't be pretty". She slowly walked towards it. It couldn't be that bad, right? Her hand grabbed the doorknob. It was cold. Her hand shook as she tightened her grip, turning the knob ever so slowly. The door opened with her light push and then sounded a loud creak.

The room was pitch dark. A cold drift ran out of it and striked Emma, making goosebumps form. She let out a quiet gasp. Things were getting weird. She took a step back and pulled out her phone to text Killian.

"Hey, things are a little scary. Tell the sitter to watch Alexandra. I want you here."

She sent the text. A few seconds later she sent another one, "I need you here."

She put her phone back into her pocket and stepped closer to the door. She pushed it once more to make it fully open. Emma placed her hand on the inside wall and searched for the light switch. With one flick, everything was revealed.

Her mouth dropped. The first wall was filled with all of her awards. Every single one of them from 100% attendance to Honor Society. On the same wall, were dozens and dozens of pictures of her and her mother together plastered on a white board that had bullets on it. Each bullet had times, dates, places, and other people's names, random ones she thought. She turned her head to see the next wall, which was filled with her in highschool. Her schedule was in the middle nice and big, surrounded by pictures of her teachers, her best friends, and her enemies. On the last wall, which wasn't nearly as full as the other two, was three pictures. One of her. One of Killian. One of Alexandra. Under them though, was something worse. A picture of her father.

She heard the door slam shut. She didn't turn around, but continued to stare at the three walls, and said, "Killian, finally, I was so scared."

Silence. Emma turned her body to the door and her mouth dropped.

"Mom?!"

"Yes, finally you've figured it out."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Emma said, her voice quavered, as she stepped back, falling into the boxes behind her.

"My dear, you honestly have no idea?"

Emma shook her head in fear. Her mother then laughed.

"Well, let us start from the beginning. Your father and I, we are what you call a, um, team. I guess."

"You two were together this whole time?"

"Yes. And then, oh, so unfortunate that he passed." Her mother said walking closer.

Emma reached into her pocket for her phone.

"Don't waste your time. Your husband probably is on his way to jail right now."

"What the hell, why?"

"For dating you in highschool. I've been planning this forever."

They heard a bang from downstairs. Emma's mother walked out of the room and down the stairs to the door. It was broken. She turned around and saw Killian, with a policeman holding his wrists behind his back.

"Hold on one bloody second now!" Killian yelled. Emma heard his voice and ran out of the room. She ran down the stairs to the policeman and got on her knees. She begged him to let her tell him her side of the story.

Emma told him everything from the first day of highschool on. From when she kissed Killian at homecoming to her father wanting her baby to her mother confessing being a team to the room full of pictures. He couldn't believe anything she was saying. It was almost all like a dream or nightmare that was just not really happening.

And it wasn't all really happening, was it? Was this all a terrible nightmare that never happened? Did she never fall in love with her history teacher? Did she never have a child with him? Did her parents never threaten to take that child from them? What was happening?

Emma suddenly felt dizzy. She started to sweat and her vision got woozy. She fell to the floor.

Emma woke up in her bed. She put her hair in a ponytail and threw on a t-shirt and jeans. She ran down the stairs and into the kitchen, grabbing a coffee and making her way out the door.

She drove to Lily's house and made her way to the door. After picking her up, they made their way to school. Down the halls, through the many doors, and to the room she was supposed I be in. She sat down and waited. In walked a handsome man, with dark black hair, vivid blue eyes, and a toned body. They made eye contact and she blushed. He sat in his desk and said, "I'm Mr. Jones. I am going to be your history teacher for the year."

Lily leaned over to Emma and whispered, "You mean Mr. Hottie?"

Emma giggled and responded, "I'm going to call him Mr. Blue Eyes."

"Emma?"

She felt someone shaking her shoulder hard. She heard them scream her name again.

"Emma!"

Her visions wasn't quite clear. She rubbed her eyes and blinked a couple of times. Her vision came almost clear. The man who was sitting next to her body smiled.

"Thank God you're okay! I don't know what I would do if-" he said.

"My mother? Where is she?"

She sat up and scooted back against the wall. She was still quite confused.

"They took her away around two hours ago, after I showed them around the house."

"Killian?" Emma's visions cleared. She watched as he nodded before standing and running into his arms. He hugged her tightly, kissing her head.

"I had a nightmare, that we, uh, never met-" she started to breathe heavily, "And Alexandra never happened, and I uh, never knew about my parents, and I can't-"

"Relax, love." He brushed her hair behind her ear and smiled as her breathing regulated.

He then said, "It's okay, it's all real. I am real. We are real." She nodded to this and then looked around the room.

"You're safe now love. Let's go home and see our daughter." He stood and helped her up, grabbing her hand and pulling her close. He then bent down to her and kissed her lips softly, before the two made their way home to their daughter.

Thanks again so much guys! I am so happy you enjoyed this ride! My new CS story, "Until The Bell Rings," will be up soon! And my god, it's good! Looking forward to seeing some familiar faces reading it :) Love you all!