A/N: Hello! This chapter and the next are going to be a lot shorter than usual. I need to create a buffer between the chapters I'm uploading and the one I'm making, because my life is going to be a bit more busy. This one shows what happened from Emma's POV. The next one will also be from her POV.

Emma's POV

"I lost control."

Three simple words for something so terrible.

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Emma was standing in the liquor store, searching through the various shelves. She was looking for wine that conveyed 'Hey, I'm sorry' that was also good enough for Regina's refined tastes. That was proving to be a feat however. For at the moment the constant buzzing of the fluorescent lights was distracting her.

After a few seconds staring angrily at the bottles, Emma decided that she couldn't take the waiting anymore and chose a random bottle of red wine. With a sigh of irritation she began to make her way toward the register, bumping into the only other customer. "Sorry." She muttered sharply without stopping, then placed the wine on the counter.

"That'll be 32.76." The cashier told her, their voice wavering only a little in nervousness. Reaching back Emma went to grab her wallet, only to realize it wasn't there anymore. She knew that she had her wallet just a minute ago. Her pockets were deep enough that it wouldn't have just fallen out, either.

The entrance door opened then slammed closed, and Emma just knew.

Without another thought she took off after the thief, giving only one courtesy yell for them to stop. Her feet pounded harshly against the concrete as she fought to gain ground, each step seeming to increase her anger. The thief turned around a corner into an alley, and she nearly fell trying to keep up. A few more turns, and eventually Emma caught up to and tackled them to the ground with a yell. Flipping them over, she saw that it was a younger man, somewhere in his early twenties. But that didn't matter, "Where the hell is it?" She yelled, shaking him harshly.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Here!" He yelled, trying to move enough to give back her wallet.

"We can give him a reason to be sorry." The thought slid into her head, and it clicked into place. "Today has been terrible, who was he to make it worse when all we wanted was to apologize." Really, between Nadie preying on her and her rising irritation at life, the past few days (weeks really) have been terrible.

Emma grunted through the haze in her mind, felt her fist raised high above her head, and felt the slightest bit satisfied when it came down on the man's face. Once. Twice. Three, four times she counted, but after that she stopped. Blows rained down on the man below her, bringing blood to the surface. At one point she thought she heard a crunch, but everything was really blurry and hard to experience.

Vaguely she heard yelling, then someone was pulling her back, away from the bloodied man. With the fervor of a person lost to the world she thrashed in the grip, attacking the person pulling her away.

"Emma! Emma, stop!" A masculine voice called out, barely making it to her ears past the haze. She didn't, of course. The fight went on for several minutes before the man managed to get her hands behind her back and cuff her.

"Emma, you need to calm down. Now!" The man told her, holding her struggling form on the sidewalk. A siren sounded close by, flashes of red and blue obstructed her vision. After being unable to get the man off of her, the fight started to drain from her, but the burning in her chest never decreased. The man, who she was beginning to realize was David, pulled her up and started dragging her toward the police cruiser, past an ambulance Emma was only just now seeing. The young man lay bloodied on the ground, not one inch of his face left unharmed.

Several yards away stood a small crowd of people, watching with horrified faces. As she caught sight of them, the burning in her chest became scalding and Emma jerked towards the crowd, only stopped by David's firm grip on her shoulders. They jumped back, some yelled. She grinned savagely.

As gently as he could, while still being firm, David got her into the back of the cruiser, then began to drive away as quickly as possible.