Killian Jones- I will always find you

I- Vera?

🚨MAJOR TW- TALKS OF DEPRESSION, DRUGS, R@PE ,S3LF H4RM AND SOME POSSIBLE SMUT SCENES LATER ON IN THE STORY🚨
Vera's POV-
Being Snow White and Prince Charming's daughter was hard enough, having to always do the right thing and live up to your parents' names or be left in the dark and called the black sheep, let alone when your little sister is the saviour.
Vera uncomfortably hustled through the dark streets of storybook, her black, slightly heeled boots clicked against the pavement, echoing through the night as she pulled her jacket closed and shivered at the bitter cold. Her brown, plaid skirt reached about her mid-thigh, letting the wind gnaw at her legs. She never liked walking alone, especially at night when there was nobody around except the unwanted, engulfing presence of darkness.  Uneasy thoughts flowed through her mind as she sped up her pace, desperate to get to her sister and help to save her nephew.
"You alright there, miss?" A gruff voice called from behind her.
She gasped lightly at the sound but continued moving as she kept her gaze angled towards the floor, running a hand through her dark, wavy hair.
"Oi miss!"the voice called again, this time closer to her. She panicked.
"I'm sorry I don't have any money!" She shouted back at the voice, biting her lip nervously. Suddenly she felt a violent yank at the worn satchel that no longer hung by her side. She was thrown backwards, just able to regain her balance before she was faced with a disgusting old man, his breath stunk of alcohol and his beard dotted at his face, no more than a centimetre long. He pinned her up against the brick wall of the library, her heart beating out of her chest.
"That's not what I was going to ask darling'. But now, I won't even ask." He whispered in her ear, causing her spine to shoot with fear.
His calloused hand slid up her white turtleneck top, reaching her breast and heavily pushed down, pushing her back further into the bricks. She violently shook, trying to make him move, pushing him in any way possible to get away from this man. She moved from side to side desperately trying to be freed, only resulting in a scraped back from the brick wall. He licked his tobacco stained fingers and slid them down her pants, an ear piercing scream was let out from her lips as she continued to try and break and break free. Begging to be let go and screaming for help.
" HELP! PLEASE HELP ME PLEASE!"
His grin quickly turned to a soul-piercing glare as he slid his other hand out from her top and placed it over her mouth, muffling her screams as he forced his fingers inside her. She punched and kicked the man as much as she could but nothing seemed to work, as far as she was concerned this was the end. Black tears streamed down her face, stained by her mascara, as the man breathed proudly on her neck, as if she was just another award to put in his trophy cabinet. He moved his fingers viciously backwards and forwards in attempt to make her weak, but only hurting her. Her muffled screams echoed through the sleeping streets.
"Nobody's going to hear you, you little bitch! Now shut up!" he spat, loud enough for the street lamps to hear. She believed him, her body went limp . She knew this was going to happen to happen no matter what she tried. Her parents always told her never to give up and she always listened, until today. Tears still streamed down her face as she cried relentlessly, unable to breathe. Suddenly, the man was on the floor unconscious. She nervously peered down at him. He was out cold. She pulled her turtle-neck down and attempted to wipe her eyes dry but the tears wouldn't stop coming.
"You all right, love?" A man's voice called from in front of her, this time his voice was soft and laced with concern. She looked up, revealing to her eyes a man in a leather jacket, black vest and black jeans stood in front of her.
"I- " she stuttered
"You don't need to say anything, love," he placed his hand on her shoulder and wiped her tears with his smooth thumb, "now, I believe your sister is waiting for us"
"How do yo- Who are you?" She managed to let out between sobs,
"Killian Jones at your service m'lady" he informs her, taking her hand and placing a small kiss on her knuckle.
"You're the one Emma's working with" she stated, her sobs had calmed. Her balance faltered, causing her to trip. She grabbed onto Killian's jacket for support as he reached for her arms to hold her up.
"Uhh- sorry about that" she whispered out weakly, her face turned white as a sheet,
"Vera are you ok?" Killian frowned, trying to take Vera's weight as she struggled to do it herself.
"Yes I'm fi-" she tried to get out, barely a whisper, before collapsing into Killian's chest. He caught her, looking into her eyes for a sign that she was ok.
"Vera?!"