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Chapter Eight: Is He Dead?
"What should we do with him?" Emma asked casually, standing beside Hook as they both looked down at the unconscious body of her ex true love.
"I could kill him." he suggested quickly, gauging her reaction.
"Yea, no. I may not like the guy but I still have a son and what kind of person would I be if I went around killing anyone who hurt me?" she replied with a shake of her head.
"Why, that would make you a pirate, love." he grinned, grabbing Neals arms and dragging him out of the bedroom and into the living room. She rolled her eyes at his comment before following him out, taking one last look at her destroyed bedroom.
"How about you go upstairs and tell your parents of the commotion that they no doubt heard from down here and I'll go take this bastard to the jailhouse." he suggested casually. Emma would have to be blind not to notice how attractive the man in front of her was as his muscles bulged in his forarms, his toned core visible even under his shirt as he effortlessly lifted Neal over his shoulder and turned towards the door.
"Like what you see, sweetheart?" he smirked, in turn looking her up and down slowly.
Emma knew her face was flushing with color causing her to quickly narrow her stare and shove him weakly out the door.
"Please." she said as if the idea was outrageous. "We both know you can't handle it." she smiled, mirroring her own words from the island months ago causing his face to turn from playful to stoic.
She watched his eyes turn into a glare as the icy blue of them stared right into her soul. She didn't mean to upset him.
"Hook, I'm sorry. I didn't mean -" but he didn't let her finish.
He took a step towards her and tilted her chin up, denying her attempt to avoid his gaze as he held onto it, locking his eyes with hers.
"I think what you meant to say, was that we both know I can more then handle it. " he said firmly, pulling her chin gently towards him, kissing her lips tenderly. "I can more then handle you." he reiterated, kissing her lips briefly once more before taking a step out the door, securing the dead weight on his shoulder.
He turned to look back at her for a moment, smiling to himself as she touched her fingers to her lips and let out a shaky breath, thoughts undoubtedly racing through her mind. "Go on then, Swan. Go talk to your father and I'll take care of this foul git." he assured her, slapping Neal's feet as they hung lifelessly over his chest.
She nodded, following him out the door. She turned to close it but it didn't click, a sigh of reality escaping her lips as she thought of the destruction inside her home.
What had he been looking for?
"Hey." Hook said, causing her attention to leave the broken door and focus solely on his words. "Don't worry about any of that now. Just be glad you and your boy are alright." he continued as if reading her mind.
"Thank you. I don't know what else to say; It doesn't seem like nearly enough." she said, shaking her head as she tried to find the words to voice her immense gratitude.
He nodded curtly with understanding, gesturing with a tilt of his head for her to go up to her parents place.
She turned towards the set of stairs, jogging up the first few before turning on the balls of her feet to watch Hooks retreating form. When she saw him push the exit door open she couldn't stop the words that tumbled out of her mouth, even if she wanted to.
"Hey, pirate."she called out, her face showing none of the many emotions that were racing around her insides. He turned his body at the waist to look back at her.
"You coming back?" she questioned.
And while she thought she knew what his response would be; a sarcastic retort or a flirty comment, it seemed she was wrong. But after she saw his face she knew what he would say now because it mirrored his expression the night they had returned from Neverland. She cocked her head to the side, her eyes filling with tears before he even replied, his body saying all that he hadn't spoken yet.
And then he shook his head, a sad half smile all that he could give her. "No, Swan. I don't believe I'll be coming back." he said vaguely.
"You mean today, right?" she said, knowing he didn't mean that at all.
He let out a frustrated sigh as he ran his free hand through his hair, hiking Neal up on his other side.
"I mean ever." he clarified, his features softening as he watched her shoulder slump forward, her body falling weakly against the railing leading up to the next floor. "Goodbye Swan." he said, shooting her a look filled with all the things he would never say; the things she would never understand, before he walked out the door and out of her life for the second time.
She blinked back the tears in her eyes as she stared at the door he had just escaped out of.
"I can't believe I let myself do this again." she whispered, losing her motivation to take the stairs as she let herself fall to sit on the instead, her arm hanging onto the railing above her. She shook her head quickly as if to erase all the memories of him in her mind, tears fighting their way past her closed eyes to fall silently down her pale cheeks.
"I can't believe I let myself think for a second that he wouldn't leave again." she said to herself, running her hands over her face until her fingers were pulling through her hair.
"Who wouldn't leave?" a voice called out, startling her into a unsteady standing position.
"David." she said with a sigh, calming herself down as her heartbeat returned to normal. She wiped the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hands before walking up to meet him at the second story landing.
"What's going on, Emma? Who left?" he asked, abandoning his previous retreat to the first floor as he took her in his arms and lead her through the door to the second story. They walked a few feet until they got to his home, David gently pushing her inside.
"Emma, what a nice surprise." her mother called from the kitchen. She dried her hands before rushing over to hug her daughter, not missing the tear stains on her cheeks.
"I was just on my way up to tell you guys not to worry about Neal anymore. He's in jail." she began her explanation, sitting beside Mary Margaret at the small kitchen table as David put a kettle of tea on the stove.
"Oh, sweetie. I know this must be so hard for you. You did love him once." her mother sympathized, reaching over to squeeze her hand.
"No, no." Emma said sternly, not wanting them to think for a moment that she wanted anything other then Neal to be put away. "I'm glad he's in jail. Now I don't have to worry about him hurting Henry."
"Or you." her mother said sternly, looking into her eyes with compassion.
"Then why were you so upset in the stairwell?" David asked, standing beside his wife while the tea began to boil. "You said something about people leaving."
"It's nothing. Hook was the one who took him to the station. He's not coming back." she explained, keeping her voice steady as she felt the walls build themselves even higher then before around her heart.
"Everything will work out, Emma. You're a powerful being of good and that will pull you through." her mother said wisely, patting the top of her daughters hand with assurance in her eyes. She believed every word she spoke even if she knew Emma didn't believe.
"I don't blame him for leaving. I wouldn't want any part of this life if I could help it." Emma muttered with a shrug, pushing herself up from the table and heading for the door.
She shot her parents a small smile, trying to convey that she was just fine. But it made the pain that much more obvious when she continued, her eyes empty of any golden light that was there when he had been near her.
"I'd leave me too. He doesn't deserve this life. He's a good man." she whispered, waving to her parents without another word before walking out the door and back down to her own apartment.
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