Because I met you

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TW: rape. A/N: I'll put this emoji 🌊 multiple times to show when the part is over. I'll do that every time.

He grabbed her arm. "No," she screamed, "please!" He pushed her against the bed and pinned her arms above her. "Stop!" He didn't listen. He tied her hands together and kept them above her head. He loosened his belt and let his trousers fall to the ground. "No!" He pulled her underwear down and threw it on the ground. His was next. "Stop!" She kept screaming as she felt him entering her. "Stop! It hurts, stop!" He pounded in her. She kept screaming.

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"Emma?" Mary and David had both heard her screams and cries. Emma woke up and sobbed loudly. She grabbed the blankets and curled in a foetal position while holding them tightly. Mary carefully approached her. "Em, are you okay?" The sobbing ceased until Emma only cried silently. "Can I hug you?" Mary asked softly, not wanting to scare the blonde. Emma shook her head. "Just... sit next to me, okay? Just don't... touch me." So Mary Margaret did.

When Emma went to school, she was full of memories of her bad homes. The nightmare had triggered it. She needed to think happy thoughts, she didn't want to cry on this last day until the weekend. The whole day, she was quiet. Belle kept trying to make a conversation with her, but Emma didn't seem to hear her, being lost in her own world. Their last lesson was English. They walked towards the classroom. Emma didn't want to be noticed. Once in class, she sat down and didn't look up. Belle looked at her in slight concern. She looked up at miss Mills who gave her a questioning look. Belle just shrugged. Miss Mills started the lesson. Emma was still lost in thought, memories of bad homes floating through her mind. Her name was called multiple times, but she didn't hear it. Emma felt something touch her arm and she jerked it away, scared. When she looked up, she saw miss Mills standing next to her, in an empty classroom. Apparently class was already over. "Are you okay?" Miss Mills asked. 'No.' "Yes." "You're crying," miss Mills said. Emma was shocked. She was? Miss Mills went to wipe her tear away, but Emma, being used to getting hit and full of bad memories, thought she was going to get a hand slapped in her face and flinched. "No! I'm sorry!" she said and ran from her seat to crawl under a desk. The tears were streaming down her face now. "Emma?" she heard miss Mills say. She saw her sitting on the floor, next to her. "Emma, I'm not going to hit you." Emma still looked scared. "I promise I'm not going to hurt you, I was just going to wipe the tear away," miss Mills said kindly. Emma looked at her, relieved when she saw that miss Mills was speaking the truth, but still crying silently. "Can I hug you?" miss Mills asked gently. Emma looked down at the ground. She bit her lip in thought. After a few moments, she gave a small nod. Miss Mills smiled and opened her arms. Emma hesitantly crawled against her. Miss Mills closed her arms around Emma and the blonde let herself be hugged. She had never gotten a real hug before. The feeling she got from it was amazing, but a little overwhelming. She continued to cry silently against the shoulder of the teacher. Miss Mills just softly drew circles on her back.

They sat like that for several minutes, before Emma started to feel embarrassed. She pulled away reluctantly. "I'm sorry," she said. "Don't be," miss Mills said. "Do you want to talk about it?" "No." "Okay," miss Mills said and stood up. Emma did too. "Um, thank you. For, um, you know..." Miss Mills smiled. "Anytime."

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After dinner, Emma went upstairs. She went to lay on her bed. 'Miss Mills is so kind. She just let me cry and gave me my first real hug. It felt amazing and I would love to have it again,' she thought. 'Wait, Emma stop. You don't let people in. They will only hurt you more. You have to stop thinking about it. Especially about her. About how gorgeous she is, how amazing her voice sounds, how beautiful her body is, how great she can hug and- no wait stop! You're doing it again Emma, stop thinking about her! Just... go make homework or something.' Unfortunately for Emma, she had already finished it. 'Great.' She went downstairs and played a game with her foster parents. At 9:30, she went to bed. She slept, but it wasn't peaceful. She was plagued by nightmares. Luckily, she woke up before she started to scream. She didn't want Mary or David to ask questions. In the morning, she got out of bed earlier than she needed to. Mary, David and her were going to Granny's, a small café in town. It was only 8 am and they were going at ten, so Emma had two hours to do what she wanted. She didn't want to be in her bedroom after the nightmares, so she quickly grabbed some clothes and changed in the bathroom.