The scar

Becca asked for a oneshot of Snowing coming home late one night and Emma is asleep on the couch. Her shirt is raised at the back revealing a scar. When they question her about it, Emma shuts down.

At first, it was a sweet moment for the parents to behold. It wasn't often they saw their daughter looking so innocent. Yet as she slept on their couch she looked almost childlike. That innocent vision was shattered as they drew closer to their daughter and saw that her top had crept up to her midback. Revealing a rather nasty looking scar.

It was her mother's soft gasp that awoke Emma. She peered up at them, wondering why they were staring at her. She then felt the cold evening air against the skin of her back, and knew what they were staring at. She quickly pulled her top down and sat up, keeping her back firmly against the couch.

"Emma…" David started.

"No." Emma cut him off. "I'm not talking about it. It's from the past. I don't want to go there again." Emma explained.

"We don't expect you to give us details, and if it's a painful subject we promise not to pry. We just need to know…"

"You don't need to know anything." Emma snapped. "Anything that happened to me before my twenty-eighth birthday you wrote off the right to know about. " Emma got up from the couch and stormed up the stairs. Snow and David couldn't help but feel stung by her words. They hadn't chosen not to be part of her life for so long. Part of them didn't really want to know how Emma got hurt either. It meant they had failed as parents to protect their child. However, they still felt they had to know. They had to know as much about their daughter as they possibly could. Maybe they had pushed her too hard for information tonight. Maybe they would have to wait until Emma was ready to talk. No matter how much it was killing them inside.