Last two chapters. I promise. And by the end of summer, I will rewrite this fan fiction and fix all its mistakes. But from the time being, I'm going to update a warning on the first chapter so anyone who's interested in reading this should be aware of how terrible it is. I appreciate that all of you gave such high praises and interest into this whole crazy, messy idea I thought of. And I really apologize, seriously, of how a poor writer I am. I'm sure I apologized a ton of times – countless – but this is my final apology for this fan fiction. I hope you guys enj- well, don't hate me once you finish this.
I'm not a person who considers those cliché endings with a gigantic rainbow shining above happily with the main characters smiling. So understand my reasons to make this story a lot more depressing. Promise the last chapter will be sweet; bitter but I promise very sweet with Jefferson opening up as the real Mad Hatter, of course - a lot of blood and vengeance.
Oh and spoiler alert, there's going to be another character that's going to be in danger and it's not going to be Killian or Emma.
Author (tired of first person)
In the warm room, all there is to hear is the beeping noise of the Propac Monitor that beeps along with the relieving noise of Emma's breathing. Beside her on an available chair sits Killian, his back arched with his hands holding onto one of her lifeless hands as silent tears poured down his eyes that refuses to blink.
Last night the time of the tragic scene, the three dead bodies were taken away to the morgue. Jefferson was never himself when he watched his little girl carried away with her body covered in a proper sheet from head to toe. The incident received a lot of attention from strangers and the customers who were kept inside the diner the other night, and worst of all, including reporters and newscasters. Unfortunately, when Emma was immediately taken into the ambulance trunk after she was discovered to be still breathing, a reporter who attended the recent Black & White Ball recognized her and was quick enough to take a picture of her before the twin doors of the ambulance trunk closed.
The news about the murder became the top story the next day including about Emma, considering her life is completely becoming to unravel for the public eye to see. Killian had to call for the police and private bodyguards to keep the reporters back when he saw them waiting outside of the hospital to get his picture taken and along with endless, curious questions.
Ruby was in the cafeteria, at this point, with Henry, a crying Henry. She offered to stay before Killian left to see Emma after she got out of a risky, yet miraculous surgery.
Here is Killian now, depressed and completely heartbroken to have the love of his life to lay in this bed terribly injured to the point of death, while one surviving baby is alive; a baby girl who is only four months late. When Killian found out she was carrying twins and that only one survived, he only responded by excusing himself and crying his heart out. It felt strange to him if he was actually feeling happy and relieved or angry and resentful to have the child have a chance to living..but not Emma.
For a whole hour he remained in the same position, his mind suffocated with the same haunting words and possibilities that could have happen to prevent all this.
"Emma," he whispered. His beautiful eyes are ruined, both bloodshot and dark circles beneath them. His gentle hands squeezed lightly on Emma's hand, pressing her knuckles to his dry trembling lips. "Emma, my sweet Emma, wake up..Please wake up. I need you to live. I don't want you to die; you can't leave me here, love. We were going to be partners, remember? How can I possibly go on with my life without you there? Just how? Please..Wake up, for me, for us, for Henry, my love...Don't go to the light. Just don't."
~ On the floor there is nothing but full evidence of careless destruction and heavy damage. Jefferson remained melted against the wall, a broken bottle of whiskey on one hand and the other gripping tightly to the picture of Grace wearing one of her birthday hats that he gave her from her previous birthday.
When Grace was born, he swore to himself that he'll never drink to the point of drunkenness ever again, nor put Grace as last. But now that vow seems painfully useless since that sweet girl, that beautiful child he loved from the moment he carried her in his arms, is now gone.
It took about a good half an hour for Jefferson to finish relieving himself to please his desire to break things. The neighbors, during the process, did not rush up to his apartment to make a complaint since the story of the whole murder last night is now endlessly repeating it on the news.
"Grace..I love you, my sweet darling." He lifted the bottle to this lips and took a sip as his eyes pooled with tears. "Daddy will end this for you. I'll get even with that monster for you, my darling. This isn't over I promise. By the end, you'll never be scared again."
~ A miracle was granted for the vulnerable Killian after the third hour of a depressing wait. Emma opened her eyes at last. Her fingers wiggled, the hand Killian has held for the entire time.
Killian woke up from his sleep by the touch. His tired eyes widened to see Emma's roll to the corner, looking straight at him.
"Emma? I'm so glad you're awake."
Her parched lips parted slightly loud enough for her to hear. She gulped hard to dampen her dry throat. Then she motioned her hands to signal him to come closer. He did so, smiling.
But instead of a sweet touch on the cheek or a brush on his hair, she slapped him straight across his cheek. He pulled back, covering the side of his cheek where she slapped. Perplexity washed over him by the time a disappointed, furious expression masked her face.
"What the hell was that for?"
"Don't talk."
"What?"
"I said! Don't! Talk!" She breathed in heavily, licking her lips. "We have something to discuss that has to be finished right now."
Killian lowered his hand from his cheek. He tried to claim one of hers, but she closed them to fists, pulling them close to her chest.
"You won't love me by the time I tell you this secret I've been hiding from you."
"What secret? For God's sake, love, what is it that's tormenting you?"
"Please, Killian. Just listen. Carefully, clearly by every word. Can you do that for me?"
He wanted to protest, desired for a straight-out answer. But since she is still weak, he decided to go along with her wishes.
He nodded to her in response.
Emma closed her eyes, bracing herself for the worst to come. "Okay...Killian, I've been a traitor to you since day one." She opened her eyes, tears slowly dripping down her cheek. "I desperately took the chance to be a cheap gold digger. Then, things got more worse when everything turned out perfect and right. On..Oh my God." She involuntarily blocked her mouth with her hands, biting into her palm to swallow the sobs.
Killian reached his hands to comfort her. But again, she pushed them away. She slowly lowered her hand down, sniffling.
"I'm fine." She took a deep breath, searching for her voice. "..The night at that ball we went together, I was alone with Jefferson for entire time. I didn't know what came over me but I wanted a drink. Jefferson joined me. We drank too much up in the roof...We were too intoxicated to think straight but for some reason we managed to get in the cab. That's why you couldn't find me. And, so Jefferson slurred out his address to the cab driver and when we arrived we went up there together..Huh, I'm sorry, Killian. We were drunk. We didn't mean to do..to do what we did next."
"You slept with him? Jefferson, one my dearest friends? You..You fucking slept with him?"
Before Killian's wrath exploded to bits, Emma fought her tears to have his confession on the table.
"Wait. I said only listen. Now it's time for me to listen and for you to speak. You cheated on me too."
"What are you talking about? I never cheated on you."
Emma bit her lower lip hard, her heart broken to have him lie like this. "Lies. Lies. Just LIES!"
"Emma, bloody hell, keep your voice down."
"How can I? You're lying to me? You can't hide the truth, Killian. Milah told me everything. I mean EVERYTHING. There's not a single detail or identity of a woman I don't know."
At that point, a shot of reality replaced his anger that gave him into a concluded realization that there's something wrong He firmly took her hand then, getting up from the stool. Emma tried to fight him, but he did not let go.
"Milah told you that? Tell me. How did she tell you?"
"Let go of me!"
"Tell me, Emma."
"She showed me the voicemails, your phone history, and..stories." Her voice grew weak from that memory when Milah came unexpectedly at the house. "..I knew I wasn't good enough for me." She surrendered, no longer fighting. "Who was I kidding? You deserve someone better. I just keep making mistakes every step of the way. First your heart, your trust, your money, and now two lives who were dear to me..I'm a damn tornado, Killian. Everything I touch I destroy."
Killian pulled her close for an embrace. Although they both are meant to be angry with each other, to get at each other's throats, but the whole situation has not been mollified well, and it seems unjust to attack each other who both committed wrongful crimes.
"Don't be this kind, Killian."
"Wait. I need to tell you the truth. Milah was wrong. Those messages and phone calls were from years ago, before I met you."
"What?" She looked up at him, pulling away from him slightly to meet his eyes. "Are you serious?"
"I don't know why Milah would betray me like this. But I'm glad you told me."
"Oh God." She looked away from him, curling back in the bed sheets with her cheek pressed again her pillow. "Then I'm the only bad one right now, Killian..I'm sorry."
"What are you talking about?"
"I think I made history for the basic process of getting pregnant..The twins were not yours. One child is and the other..the other was Jefferson's. I got a checkup before that night we had sex. It was a boy. I was stupid to think I could earn your trust by bearing your own child. Now look, not only did I kill Grace but Jefferson's other child...I'm a monster, Killian. A stupid monster." She bravely looked up to look at him. "You'll never be able to forgive me."
But Killian was gone.