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Later that night, Emma found herself sitting on the old porch swing in the front garden watching the sun set. It would have been romantic if it hadn't been cold and if she wasn't seething thanks to a fight with Helen. It had a started an innocent question from Ryan.

"So, what was it like working as a waitress?"

Helen had laughed under her breath.

"What?" Emma had demanded.

"Nothing. I must say being a waitress is much better then what I had imagined. "

"What exactly did you imagine?"

"Divorced mother of four."

"Much better then divorced mother if five." Emma had replied.

The room had gone so deathly quiet you could hear a pin drop. Helen calmly put down her fork and wiped her mouth.

"Your Father would still be here if it wasn't for you."

"I never asked to be born."

"And I never asked for you either."

Six years ago she would have been able to handle that, but it was so different when she was hearing it all over again, it just made her feel worse. What the hell was she doing there? Wasn't this the place she ran away from at 18 in the dead of night? She couldn't of stayed up there though, a clean break somewhere far away would have been the better option. Too late now, she was there and leaving would just give Helen something else to complain about. She was stuck there for awhile.

Angela just shook her head.

"I would love to help really, but Emma just came in here to quit, I don't know where she went."

The diner was empty, the breakfast shift was over and the lunch rush had yet to begin. Angela had nothing better to do then talk to John. He was getting frustrated, he was sure he knew something about Emma.

"Didn't she break up with you?" Cassidy asked, inviting herself into the conversation.

"Cassidy!"

"Well it's true isn't it? Why are you chasing after her when she isn't interested."

"It's not that." John told her defensively. "It's...why am I explaining myself to you? Where is she?"

"If I knew I'd tell you just for the entertainment." Cassidy said before heading off to refill the coffee pot. John went back to Angela.

"Please Angela, this is important."

"Why? Cassidy is right, she broke up with you."

"This isn't about me and Emma as a couple, this is about her and...," John stopped himself.

He couldn't explain this any futhur with going into the whole thing with Shawn and he was pretty much in the dark about that. A horrible part of him was beginning to think Angela had a point. If Emma had gone she was out of Shawn's way and what was the point in chasing her. She didn't love him, right?

"John, Emma is complicated at the best of times, but if she left there was a reason and if she didn't tell you where she was going, then there's a reason for that too."

He nodded, she was right.

Emma didn't sleep well, awful memories packed in the small bedroom haunted her all night and her mind ticked over with a million and one things. Do first think later, that was her motto and it always landed her in shit. Such as running away, she ended up the way she was. She ran into Shawn and...what happened was something she would keep a secret forever. That was what she vowed anyway, but now she was beginning to think it wasn't such a good idea. After all, had anything good happened? If she'd told someone it probably would have been therapy and she might even be engaged now. Emma knew enough though to know how people like her where treated, like they had done something wrong. She couldn't take that, she'd had enough to put up with besides having to put up with a group of strangers judging her. The bedroom had no curtains, light was coming through the window. She missed John.