Hey there hope you liked the last chapter, this one will hopefully be very dramatic, (I hope.)

I have picked one song for this chapter and it is:

Tell me it's not true, blood brothers

I think this song has a very prominent message and it fitted well with the chapter.

enjoy,

Emily stood in her room her hands parted leaning on her dresser, the woman had just left after an hour of very tedious and painful hair curling session, she would be back soon with make up. God she wished she could disappear, this wedding was happening in two hours at sundown, where was Caspian or Peter? She couldn't do it but how could she escape it, she was on her own now.

Emily then began pacing up and down the wooden floor in her cabin, the train on her ivory dress running along the floor with and turning swiftly when she turned back over and over again. Emily chewed on her lip and clutched her head, what was she going to do, she definitely could not go through with this, imagine what her mother would say.

She sat down on her bed thinking of her mother, did she even know about Hook, well of course she would but everything was so unclear as to why she would let her go, my father too. Yet thinking of my father I realised I was nothing like him at all, well now I suppose when he was a lost boy he would have looked different. Her father back home had smooth blond hair and blue eyes, he was nothing like her, with her black curls and brown eyes.

Emily sighed she felt like she knew nothing any more the whole story was still unclear to her even now, all she knew that who ever her father was it was not Hook, he was a lost boy who got back to England through hook, yet she was still unsure how Hook let them, Caspian had told her that her father and Wendy had given him treasure, but he was a pirate what treasure didn't he have?

Emily was about to bite through her full red lips in worry when she heard the sound of boots approaching her door, she got up from her bed, her hopes rising in case it was Caspian or even better Peter.

She was very disappointed when her father walked in, scared almost. He stood tall and proud in her door frame in his usual red coat his body language announcing his presence.

"Emily dear you look splendid, William is a lucky man indeed." Hook said in his thick English accent.

Emily did not reply.

He sighed and walked further into her cabin as she turned and pretended to look in one of the drawers in her white side board, doing anything so she could face away from him.

"The weddings at sundown did you know William looks splendid."

Emily had to do this it was now or never,

"Shame I wont be there." she replied bitterly still not facing Hook.

"What?" questioned Hook.

Emily at this point turned round, whilst gaining her confidence began to order him,

"I will not be married to that pig of a man, and I will not stay on this boat!"

Hook looked shocked and laughed sarcastically,

"Is the little princess going to dis- obey her own father."

Emily grew angry and shouted at him,

"You are not my father!"

Hook's face filled rapidly with anger as he walked on to her backing her up on a wall as if she was his prey. Emily's back hit the wall and his Hook splintered the wall next to her head.

"Where did you her that?"

Emily did not know what to say so she lied quickly,

"James."

Hook backed away slowly his anger melting slightly as he began to hit her with his words,

"Well, Emily, I may not be your father but I know one thing."

Emily stepped off the wall not longer afraid,

"And what is that?"

Hook approached her again slowly but she did not pull back from him,

"I killed your father."

Hey sorry it's a bit short but the next chapter will be a flash back to clear up the story please review if you are unsure on anything else.