Last Year...
Neal opened the door to his apartment. It creaked like doors do in a horror movies. His dingy one-bedroom apartment smelled moldy and gross. Emma entered cautiously. It was her first time here. Neal turned around and looked at her with a proud glint in his eye. Emma had just pulled off her first successful heist.
"Babe, that was great. You were wonderful! We have got to do that again. Imagine the money the I could make with you around."
"Great, I cannot wait," Emma says with uncertainty. Why was she even here? Neal proceeded to take one of the bracelets they stole and fastens it around her wrist.
"For you because I love you," he says. Her heart melts a little. How sweet. He pulled her toward the bed. She looked at him and could see his eyes filled with lust. She knew where he wanted this to go, and she was not ready for that. He began to hungrily kiss her.
"I love you too, but I don't know about this. I don't think I'm ready," She says in between kisses, trying to pull away from his grip. But his hold tightened, becoming too strong.
"Come on, I love you. Don't you love me too?" He asks.
"Of course I do, but I'm not ready," she says with finality. He rolled his eyes and pushed her down onto the bed. He sat on top of Emma, pinning her to the bed. He started kissing her neck with wet, sloppy kisses.
"It will be fun. You'll love it. Come on," He pleaded.
"No. I won't," Emma says. She tried to buck him off but he was too heavy. That was when Neal stopped kissing her. He glared down at her, with impatience and fury flickering across his gaze.
"What do you mean NO? You are mine. I don't even need your permission," he growls at her. He punched her square in the eye, and she let out a cry. Her hands went up to shield her face. He got off her and goes to the kitchen. She laid there, writhing in shock and in pain. He treaded back into the room, carrying a rope. In a desperate attempt, Emma tried to get off the bed. Neal was too quick and grabbed her, holding her down as he tied her hands together around the bedpost. Emma screamed at this and he proceeded to slap her.
"Do that again and I will kill you. Don't make this harder than it has to be," he said through clenched teeth.
"Please, Neal give me some time. Please do not do this," Emma says tears in her eyes. He ignores her pleading. He picked up a knife off the bedside table and slashed Emma's shirt open. He roughly started kissing her exposed chest, sure to leave purple marks. Neal ripped off her pants. Emma was desperately fighting to get out of her restraints with no luck. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. Neal began to fumble with the button on his jeans. This is it, Emma thought. This is how I'm going to lose it. Emma prayed for it to be over soon as she closed her eyes, not ready for the pain about to come.
Then, like some miracle, Emma saw the blue and red lights of a squad car behind her closed eyelids. Never in her whole life was she thankful to be caught doing something she wasn't supposed to. Emma realized that Neal saw them too. In a flash he was off of Emma, and quickly grabbed the loot from tonight. He booked it out the back window without so much as a glance back at Emma. Minutes later, the cops burst in to find Emma, still tied to the bed, sobbing at what had almost just occurred.
She just sat there in Granny's with tears in her eyes. Killian knew that even though she crossed a line, he crossed an even bigger one.
"Hey look if you do not want to talk about it its okay," Killian says as he notices a tear trickle down her cheek. She snaps back to reality and wipes it away.
"You know I've gotten what I need for the article. I, uh, I think I'm gonna just, uh, head out." Emma bats away the tears collected as she starts to collect her things. Regret starts to hit Killian, and he tries to make her stay.
"Wait, Emma, please. We haven't even eaten yet," Killian pleads.
"I'm sorry, but I'm just not that hungry." Emma states. She gets up from the table and so does he.
"Then at least let me drive you home," he asks. She nods curtly, and he leaves money on the table. Emma swiftly exits the diner, Killian hobbling along behind, trying to match her quick pace.