Evil still loves- part 2

Jessy asked for a oneshot of a sequel to Ch2714 "Evil still loves" where Emma is a little older and finally tells her parents they are the ones who upset her.

Kieks: Sorry, first come, first served on sequel requests when I can't combine them!

Emma couldn't believe this was happening again. She hadn't seen Dimitri in three years. Not since the dirt incident. It took months for any of the guards to get within so much as a metre of her after that. Not that her parents let her near other people much anyway. She was only six years old, and she felt so isolated already. Emma never played with other children. She didn't know any. Even if she did, they would probably be scared of her like they were of her parents. But now it had happened again. This time, one of the tips of a guard's sword had caught her dress and caused a small tear. Again, it was a guard Emma liked. Hector. He pulled funny faces sometimes. Instead of trying to hide it this time, Emma tried to hide the dress itself. But her mother noticed that she was wearing a different dress. When Emma refused to tell her where it was, Snow used her magic to bring it to her and Charming. She quickly found the little tear. Charming frowned down at the dress. After the incident a few years ago, he knew Emma's reaction meant someone else had done this. She knew not to be scared of them for something she done. She could do no wrong in their eyes.

"Who tore your dress, Emma?" Charming asked her coldly. "Tell daddy." Emma shook her head. "It's alright, sweetheart. Tell daddy. I'll make sure they don't make this mistake again."

"No!" Emma shouted. Snow and Charming were surprised. Emma never shouted. Especially at them. "No, I'm not telling you. Then you'll send them away like you did last time." Emma said. Charming bent down in front of Emma.

"We did sent that waste of space away, yes. He upset you. He made you cry. You can't let people make you cry and get away with it, Emma. Then they think they can do it again." Emma shook her head.

"It was never him who made me cry, it was you and mommy!" Emma finally admitted. This took Snow and Charming by surprise. Emma never spoke to them like this.

"Emma." Snow warned her. "That is not the way to talk to us. Just other people." Emma shook her head.

"I don't want to talk to anyone like this, I don't like being nasty to anyone. I don't like it when you're nasty to them either. Why can't you be nice to everyone else like you are to me?" Emma asked. She just didn't understand. Snow looked down at her daughter.

"Everyone else is not you." Snow answered her simply. Emma hated it. In her eyes, it didn't matter that everyone else was not her. They should still be nice. "You're overtired. It's time for you to sleep. Go up to our room. One of us will be up shortly to check on you." Snow instructed her. Emma shook her head. Most nights, her parents set her in bed with them, again, out of their own paranoia. Emma normally didn't mind. She liked the cuddles. But not tonight.

"I want to sleep in my bed." Emma told them. She didn't miss the way her mom took a sharp breath.

"Fine." Snow responded. Charming came forward and picked Emma up, deciding he would take her up to bed. Emma's bottom lip quivered as her dad carried her up. Why couldn't her parents be the same with everyone else as they were with her? She just didn't think she would ever understand.