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Two.
She was awoken by the sound of the basement door slamming. Jumping up from the couch slightly dizzy from the instant movement she saw Neal coming down the stairs holding something. Not just something. Her dress from her parents funeral. Why the hell did he have that? And why was he bringing it down to her?
"Put this on and come upstairs. Hurry up." He slung the dress at her in a rude fashion. Still puzzled she looked down at the dress again. Just looking at it brought back the vivid memory of her parents death. She wore a white dress with blue flowers for their funeral as her parents always hated the colour black. They thought it was a miserable colour. It was the sky, the sea and the flowers they loved, blue was both their favourite.
"HURRY UP BITCH!" Neal yelled walking up the stairs, slamming the door shut again behind him. What the hell did Neal want? Why did she have to wear the dress? Why would he make her relive her most awful memory? She quickly slung on the dress, it wasn't as pretty as she remembered when she first bought it. Maybe it was the blue, green, yellow marks up her legs, arms and collar. Maybe it was just her who made it look ugly. Or the memory? It was probably all of the above. Turning, she looked into the mirror which was just as broken as her. She could hear Neal upstairs, storming around the kitchen more than likely waiting for her, waiting to take her where ever he had planned.
Not wanting to anger him even more Emma slipped on her shoes and climbed the stairs back up into the main house. Although she was in her once thought to be lovely now depressing white dress, Neal was dressed casually in a T-shirt and dark denim jeans. He took Emma by the arm as soon as he noticed her entrance and dragged her out the house, along the street and into the estates.
"Where are we going Neal?" She dared to ask, but she knew he wasn't going to tell her. Why the hell was she dressed up and him not. What was happening?
"Just shut the fuck up will you." Was all she got with no surprise to her. He dragged her towards one of the towering apartment buildings, confusing her as she didn't know anyone who lived there. Once in, he headed to the elevator, pressing a number and waiting for the doors to reopen. The grip he had around her wrist was beginning to tighten, as if he knew she was going to pull away. Once out of the elevator, he pulled her down the hallway and knocked on a dark wood door. Emma took notice in the fact the door numbers had been screwed out, they must've tried to scrub the mark left away but she could still faintly see a number 6.
"Open!" She heard from through the door, she recognised that voice. Where did she know that damn voice from? Once more Neal dragged her through the door, slamming it and leaning against it as if stopping anyone from the outside getting in. Emma turned from Neal only to want to be sick. Dr Henry Jekyll, a regular from the pub she worked in a few nights of the week, also the most disgusting perverted man she had ever met. He eyed her hungrily as if her body was his one and only meal. It was late, or really early. Maybe 3am? Why the fuck would Neal bring her here? To stand in front of this sick twisted disgusting man.
"Well hello pretty girl. All dressed up for me? I think I'd like the look of that dress better on the floor." Jekyll slid from under his desk and over to in front of Emma, still sitting on his wheeled chair. He played with the bottom of her dress that rested just lower than mid thigh, he moved his hand to lay flat on her thigh, moving it upward under her frock. Emma jumped back in horror, what the hell did he think he was doing. But Neal was behind her and he quickly dragged her back in front of the so called doctor.
"Emma you stupid slag. You fucked me over and now I'm going to fuck you over. Well actually he's going to fuck you," The men smiled at each other as if it were a game, but Emma wasn't playing. She wasn't going to let this disgrace of a doctor touch her anywhere.
"What the fuck Neal? I haven't done a thing wrong? How could I have fucked you over? How could you think I would EVER sleep with someone like him, especially for you." Emma pushed back once again away from Jekyll's reach, but Neal was still there. He back handed her across the face suddenly making her fall to the floor. He pulled her head back up by her hair and made her face Dr Jekyll on her knees.
"You stole from me, my damn money, and Dr Jekyll here said he will happily pay off my debts if he can have some fun with you. And since you are in my debt you will do as you're told." He whispered angrily in her ear, but she knew Jekyll heard every word. Neal was selling her off for money. For debt clearance? What had get himself into this time? And what the hell was she about to get stuck in? He pushed her head forward before letting go, making her fall and lay directly in front of Jekyll. This was not going to happen, she thought. She wasn't going to allow this man to touch her. Other than Neal, no one, not even any others from the pack, had ever touched her in a sexual way and Dr Jekyll was definitely not going to be the first. The door slammed behind her and when she looked, Neal was gone. He'd really left her all alone with this monster. She was stuck. Jekyll stood from his chair in front of her and held out a hand, as if to help her from the floor. When Emma didn't take it, that hand went across her check, knocking her down once more. She was only small, and she wasn't very strong, especially with all the pain that ran through her body due to the daily beatings she got. He grabbed her by the back of her neck and dragged her through his home. She couldn't pry his fingers off of her. She was stuck here. Her eyes searched for something, anything, that may help her out of this situation. Her heart was pounding like a drum. Her eyes were filling but she refused to let a single tear drop from them. Yes she was scared, but she wasn't letting him know that. Looking around as he pulled her through rooms, she searched for something to help. A phone was useless, she didn't have any friends or family to come help, and she didn't knew where she was to ring the police, even if she did ring them, Jekyll would probably kill her before they get to her.
"Get off of me!" She screamed, prying her neck out of his hand and falling to the floor. She scrambled quickly looking for an escape. Running back through the small hallway she ended up in the kitchen, but Jekyll was just behind her. He caught her arm and slung her round to face him, pushing her up against the bench, his filthy hand on her leg getting higher and higher. No she thought no oh moon goddess please help me. She screamed and kicked and tears where finally spilling, he was touching her in places she'd never wanted anyone to touch ever again. She couldn't breath, she felt like she was going to be sick. Her eyes were squeezed shut, all she could see was darkness. But she felt pure rage. Rage at Neal for leaving her there, at Jekyll for touching her, and at herself for not leaving that damn pack. Her vision went red. All she could see was red. She didn't know what was happening but she couldn't feel anything anymore. For a few seconds she felt boiling hot, and then soaking wet. When she finally opened her eyes she was running. Running down the streets Neal dragged her up earlier. The rain was pelting off the pavement and soaking her but she didn't care.
Just run, and keep running. The voice in her head kept telling her. She could hear Neals screams behind her though still, getting closer as her body started to fail her.
"Get back here you fucking bitch!" Neal yelled. This was it. This is where she would die. Hiding behind a dumpster in a back lane, praying to moon goddess that someone, anyone, would come save her from her nightmare life. She didn't deserve this. She'd never hurt a fly. She'd never even spoke more than 10 sentences in the last month! As if she forgot what was happening, Emma peaked round the side of the dumpster to check if the coast was clear.
"Ha, thought you could get away didn't you," smack, she hit the ground with a thud. "Thought you could run away you fucking idiot. Like you," kick, she curled into a ball on the floor to try protect herself. "You scrawny piece of shit, could run from me?!"
He was kicking into her ribs, punching into her face. Any pain he could give he was throwing out at her. She could feel the blood flowing from her nose, her brow, her ear. With one last swing of his foot landing straight into her gut she thought he would stop. Just for a second there was nothing. Still the existing but no extra unwanted pain.
"I'll fucking kill you for this, fucking kill you!" Suddenly there was pressure on her throat. Every breath she tried to suck in was nonexistent. Before she felt like she couldn't open her eyes but now they were wide with horror. This really was it. He's going to choke me to death. Her head was fuzzy and her vision was blurring, but she could still see his face. A sickening smile plastered over it, as though he'd wanted to do this forever. The pain was taking over her and the dizziness was growing. Black speckles started to cover her sight. And just like that, nothing. She couldn't see, she couldn't breath. This was it. Death. All she was going to be was a dead girl in an alley way in the matter of seconds. She just lay there and took it, unable to fight, unable to move at all. Agony was all she felt now. It's all she'd felt for the last 5 years actually.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Emma heard a faint unknown voice from a distance, and suddenly she could take a breath. The feeling of a hand on her shoulder and the sound of a angry viscous growl was all her senses brought her before she felt absolutely nothing again.
present day -
Her eyes flickered, pain and dizziness slipped over her. She felt like a bomb had gone off inside of her. Everything hurt. Peaking through her lids she realised she wasn't outside. She wasn't dead. Instead she was indoors, in a bed. A real bed! She hadn't been in one for years, just the old hard sofa in the basement. It was dark where ever she was, just the moonlight coming in through the windows. Where was she? Had Jekyll found her? Did Neal take her back? What happened? Then she remembered the voice. Was she saved? Was she in the home of whoever pulled Neal away from killing her? Just as she scanned the room with her almost closed eyes, she stopped. Another set looking back at her. They were... they were almost scary. Dark with a silver glint. Maybe the reflection of the moon? Who was that? So many questions where running through Emma's head but she just couldn't move. She could barely breath. The dizziness took over her once more and everything turned back again.
She must have passed out as when she opened her eyes again it was bright. Really bright, almost blinding. Squeezing her eyes back shut she heard voices around her.
"Hey close those blinds," a voice called, not a shout but still commanding. It was a woman, definitely. Emma's eyes flickered open again, but her vision was still slightly blurred. She tried to lift her arm to rub them but a shot of pain ran up from her ribs to her shoulder instantly. A squeaky of pain came from her. Her throat was throbbing, her ribs felt nonexistent, arms numb but in agony at the same time. The bottom half of her body wasn't nearly as bad as the top. Trying to breath through the pain she heard the bodies in the room getting closer to her.
"Hey honey, I know you're in a lot of pain. You're lucky to be here! You took a real hard beating but you powered through. We had to rush you into surgery so try not to move around much, a lot of rest for you young lady and you'll be up and running in no time!" She must have been saved. But this woman wasn't dressed like a nurse, in fact no one in the room looked like any sort of nurse or doctor. The lady speaking to Emma wore a low cut smart dress that buttoned up to the collar, almost like something an assistant would wear. She was quite tall, with tightly curled hair. Emma opened her mouth to speak but all she got was pain, no sound. The woman must have realised by the shock on her face as she touched her neck, covered in some sort of thick bandages.
"Oh don't worry honey, you'll be fine. You have some damage to your neck but it will get better, your voice will come back. Just try not to force anything, don't rush. You're going to be completely fine hun!" She almost pleaded as if she didn't believe it herself. Was Emma going to be okay? She really thought she was dead. How long had she been here? And surgery? No wonder she was in so much pain.
"Here, would you like a drink?" The woman offered, Emma nodded as little but as noticeable as she could. She read Emma's answer and poured a glass, helped Emma sit up slightly, adjusting her pillow behind her for support. Just a simple sip of water made Emma feel just the tiniest bit better. "Hun, I have to ask you a few simple questions if that's okay? Yeah? Okay so here's a note pad just right down anything you're willing to answer?"
Emma was expecting the usual questions a doctor would ask. Name, date of birth, any family, home address. Answering most of them honestly, the woman smiled happy to know a bit more about her. Emma turned back to her note pad and wrote some questions of her own.
"Who am I? I'm blue. Yes I know a very odd name but that is me. Where are you? You're in a hospital in Storybrooke. Who are they?" Blue turned to the two men in the room. One of the men stepped forward and came towards her bed. He was a handsome guy, dark hair and a short trimmed beard, short enough to still let his edgy bone structure still show. His eyes were a dream, like the sky on a summers day, light but still bright blue.
"Hello survivor! I'm Graham, so glad to finally meet you. This is my family's hospital you're in, I got you in one of our vip rooms. They're usually used for anyone high and mighty with enough money to pay for the privacy. But don't you worry about a thing. We have the best doctors here to help you. And Blue will be here at all times if you need any assistance, please just let her know." Emma was stunned. His family owned the hospital she was in? How rich were they?! She couldn't afford to be here, she didn't even have a home never mind any money. And where did she knew him from? That voice, she recognised it.
"Can I go now?" A young man called from the end of the room. He was sitting on the sofa playing on his phone, headphone round his neck. He didn't look much older than Emma, but definitely a lot higher in the world than she was. She's lucky to still be in this world. How had she survived? Was it anyone in the room right now that helped her in that alley? Did they just ring an ambulance and leave? What happened? She wrote more questions on her notepad.
"Don't fret love! You aren't paying a single penny for any of this, it's my brother who is paying actually. And it was Blue and Ruby who found you, if it wasn't for these fabulous sisters you quite probably wouldn't be alive today." Graham told her, then quickly turned to the younger guy. "Yes Peter, but tell your brother she's awake."
Young Peter grabbed his bag, pulled on his headphones and hurried out the room, a quick hand wave to say goodbye to them all before pulling the door shut. But within seconds it was back open. One of the most beautiful humans Emma had ever seen stood in the doorway. He nodded to Graham and Blue, they both took a few steps back from Emma. It was clear he dominated the room immediately without effort. It wasn't till they moved away when Emma noticed the large wolf that had stood from it's spot where it lay down at the bottom of her bed. It was a strange colour, almost black fur with a hint of red. Was that Ruby? Was that the wolf she heard that dreaded night Neal tried to take her life? The newest member of the room strode towards her, confident and silent. It almost scared her. His hair was jet black, fringe smooth but flicked in odd areas. His bone structure like was almost godlike, a small amount of stubble growing through, he mustn't have shaved that morning. He wore one of the fanciest suits Emma had ever seen. Even at weddings she'd never saw such a finely made set. Something about him felt familiar though.
"Morning boss, she just woke. Her name is Emma, she's 20 years old, no family. That's all we've got from her so far. But she is doing well, swelling has reduced rapidly and some of her bruising is close to gone." Blue told him. Boss? She wondered what Blues job was. She wondered what he was the boss of? And why was he sitting on her bed. Looking up from his suit she saw him. His eyes, she was locked to them. It was as if everything was fixed. She didn't feel anything for just a second. They were dark like the ocean but also bright like gentian flowers, they sucked her in and she was taken. Her heart felt like it skipped a beat. But then she suddenly felt her insecurities kick in. The ugly scar that ruined half her face, the black and blue bruises that she knew where there. Her still swollen eye. Even just glancing down at her arms she could see more bruises and cuts and scabs. She was disgusting. She turned away from the man and looked down at her pad. How could she say anything that didn't make her sound a fool. There was a touch on her cheek, looking up the dark haired strangers hand was reaching out, wiping an unknown tear that had fell from her eye. She hadn't even noticed she was crying.
"Do we know what clan she is from?" He asked the group, before they could answer Emma shuck her head. They couldn't know. They'd go there and tell them where she was, Neal would come back. She didn't doubt for a second that Neal would be happy to finish the job he got pulled away from.
"You have no clan? No family? Where do you live?" Emma shuck her head again, she wasn't going back there. She'd rather roam the streets alone forever than go back to death row in that house. She wondered if they'd even realised she was gone. What time was it? What day was it? Another question wrote on her pad.
"Hun it's Thursday the 24th October, you've been out for 5 days, we honestly didn't think you'd wake this quick." Blue told her, five days. She'd been here for five whole days. Surely the pack would be out looking for her. She prayed to moon goddess that they would never find her. The things they'd do to her brought another tear to her eye.
"Emma who did this to you?" The stranger asked touching her hand ever so lightly. His voice just consumed her, any time his attention was on her she couldn't help but give him all her attention back. It's as if when he was in front of her everyone else wasn't even there anymore. Wait- was this her mate? Had she finally met the one? She doubted he'd ever take her to be his, not with the broken body she was stuck living in. But his eyes still drew her in. Looking down at her pad she wrote once more.
I don't know...
It was a lie. She knew which bruise was off which beating. Off which person. Mostly Neal, a couple from other members but only small. She couldn't let Neal die though. He was a member of her pack and the pack was her only family. Whether she was wanted there or not they'd let her be with them for the past 5 years. That's got to mean something right? They'd have banished her by now if they didn't want her around for something. Even if she was basically their slave, they still put a roof over her head and -some- food in her belly.
"Killian, maybe we should let her rest for a little. There's been quite a lot of questions since she woke." Graham suggested and she was completely grateful, but at the same time she kind of wanted Killian to stay. He made her feel giddy. Almost scared but safe at the same time. But Killian lifted from the seat he'd took on the edge of her bed and left with Graham, giving her one last look before he closed the door behind them. It was just the 3 of them now. She felt tense, her breathing felt harder. Was this how it felt when you found your mate? It didn't feel right? The beeping next to her began to speed up, her breath wasn't reaching her lungs, she felt like she was choking again. Touching her throat, nothing but the bandages where there. Emma was panicking, she couldn't breath! Blue was at her side instantly holding her panicking body down, shouting for assistance. But Emma was fading again, she could feel it. She could see the bright white of the ceiling light slowly fading to black, until that was all she saw once more.
