What A Tangled Web You Weave

Chapter 31 SNEAK PEEK ONLY!

A/N: Just a short sneak peek of whats coming in the next chapter.  I've been pretty busy.  My emotional state has been THROUGH it. Last year I lost two of the most important people in my life. This year we have been moving houses, my husband just had surgery and I got a contract for a book series that started as a fanfiction on here. I'm working on this chapter now as I'm publishing the sneak peek. I'm hoping I'll get it done asap. 

Blaire

I got in my truck, and took a deep breath.
What the fucking fuck did I just do??
Will was absolutely going to kill me. I ran my hands through my hair and took another deep breath.
"Okay...calm down Blaire. Just don't go back to the Rabbit Hole. It's that easy." I told myself and decided at that moment, that was the solution to the colossal fuck up I just made. Don't go back to the Rabbit Hole, and you won't have to see Will's dad again, and if he tells his boss, Mr. Gold, surely he wouldn't think to look for a high school student.
I started my truck and picked up her phone and checked the time. It was almost 5. I decided to text David and have him call in the hibachi order for tonight, I'd just tell him I got off work early.

Me:
Hey, off work early if you want to call in the food I'll go pick it up and come home.

David:
Sure thing. I'll do it now. Your aunt is baking cookies for the school's bake sale this week, can you stop by the store and get more eggs?

Me: Yup.

I put my seatbelt on and started my truck and pulled out of the Rabbit Hole parking lot to hopefully never return.

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I decided to go to the grocery store first while I waited for the food order to be done. I picked up the Eggs that David requested, and then I went to the candy and chips aisle to get me some snacks.
"Blaire!" a little excited voice called. I turned to see Bastian running up the aisle towards me.
"Hey Bud-Whoa!" I chuckled as he almost tackled me to give me a hug. I ruffled his red hair.
"Where's your mom and Dad?" I asked. And as if On cue, Mr. J turned the corner frantically and then sighed in relief as he approached us.
He crouched down to Bastian.
"Sebastian, what have we told you about running off in public places?" He asked.
"That its not safe. But I saw Blaire. She's safe isn't she Daddy?" Bastian asked.
Mr. J looked up at me and sighed.
"Blaire is safe, yes, but what if you only thought it was Blaire and it turned out to be a stranger?"
"But it IS Blaire." Bastian argued.
"Your Dad has a point bud. If it wasn't me, if It was a stranger..theres no telling what could have happened. You got lucky this time and it was someone you knew that you approached, but if it hadn't been me, you could have gotten hurt."
"But the police man that came to my school said Storybrooke was one of the safest towns ever." Bastian frowned. "Did he lie?"
"Not exactly, but even the police don't know about all of the dangers until someone gets really hurt. So that's why we have to be careful who we approach in the stores. And always check with your parents beforehand." I said. "Okay?" I asked.
Bastian nodded.
"Okay. I wont run off again I promise." Bastian said.

"Oh Sebastian there you are!" Ariel exclaimed and ran down the aisle. She sighed in relief and scooped him up holding him close.
"Sorry momma." Sebastian said.
"Its okay. Just don't run off again please." Ariel said.
"If you want to take him and continue shopping I want to talk to Blaire for a minute." Mr. J said.
"Sure." Ariel said and smiled at me before she walked away.

"Look, I didn't even know you guys where here. I didn't know Bastian was here until he ran up on me." I said.
"Oh, I didn't think you did. Thats not why I wanted to talk to you." Mr. J said.
"Whats up then?" I asked.
"Do you have anything going this weekend?" Mr. J asked.
"I plan to be at the Gym saturday morning to help Meg with the kids' boxing class." I shrugged. "Why?"
"Well, usually I would ask Killian, but Killian has a lot on his plate right now and he is going to be in court Saturday to finalize his divorce."
About time.

"Anyways, Ariel and I need to go to Portland and help her father, who is recovering from a heart attack and...you are really, really good with Bastian, and he adores you. I was wondering if you could house sit and watch him for us this weekend? Of course you will be paid."
"Oh..uh..are you sure you want me to do this?" I asked.
"You are probably the only person besides Killian that I trust with my son." Liam said. "We will come pick him up from his boxing class, and show you to the house, and show you around before we leave and we will be back late Sunday night."
"Okay. I guess I can watch him for the weekend." I said. "I don't have anything else going right now, I kind of got fired from my job. Long story.. Don't ask." I said.
"I won't." Liam said. "Thank you for doing this."
"No problem." I said. "I'll see you tomorrow at school."
"See you then." He said.

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When I got home with the groceries and the food for dinner, Emma was pacing on the porch on her phone. I got out of the car.
"No! Do not come here!" She hissed into the phone. "I will find out how to tell them. Neal..Neal?" Emma groaned and hung up the phone and looked at me walking up onto the porch.
"What the hell did you say to Neal? He's freaking out about us flying to Disney next week because I'm pregnant." Emma said.
"All I said was we were going to Disney for Spring Break." I shrugged.
"Well now he is on his way over here to talk to my parents about us dating and tell them I'm pregnant!" Emma seethed.
I looked down at the bag of hibachi and sushi in my hand.
"I didn't get enough food." I said.
"Who cares about the food Blaire?? My Dad is going to kill Neal!"
"Well then we will have enough food." I shrugged.
"Stop hyper focusing on the food Blaire!" Emma practically shrieked at me before she turned around and stormed inside.

I followed Emma inside. Emma stormed past David and went up the stairs.
"What's up with her?" David asked.
I shrugged. "No clue." I said and walked into the dining room and placed the bag of food on the table, opening it and putting the carry out boxes in the middle of the already set table.

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Emma and I spent more time texting each other under the table than actually eating.

Emma:
What the hell should I do? Neals on his way now.

Me:
I would tell your parents at least about Neal before he gets here and drops the nuke about you being pregnant.

Emma:
Are you crazy? How am I supposed to tell them that I've been lying for 3 and a half years about who my boyfriend is??

Me:
I mean we both know that I'm crazy but that has nothing to do with it.

"Girls, put the phones away and eat." David said.

Emma: Shit.. what do I do?

Me: Dude. Just tell them about Neal.

"Okay, what is going on?" David asked. Emma and I looked up at each other.
"You two have been texting back and forth for the last 20 minutes something is going on. Spill it."
Emma sighed.
"I haven't exactly been honest with you guys about my boyfriend." Emma said.
"You mean Graham? He's a sweetheart. What haven't you been honest about?" Mary-Maraget asked.
"Graham isn't my boyfriend. He's been helping me lie to you guys about who my boyfriend actually is." Emma said.

One could cut the tension between David and Emma at the moment with a knife.
"You mean to tell me, you have been lying to us for the last 3 years?" David asked.
"Yeah. I'm so sorry Dad." Emma said.
"Who is he?" David asked.
"Before I tell you, you have to understand I love him." Emma said.
"The only thing I understand right now, is you have lied to me Emma! Who is he?" David asked again.
"His name is Neal. He works at the Rabbit Hole as a bartender. He's 22."

The doorbell rang.
"That him?" David asked.
"Yes." Emma sighed.
David stood up.
"Dad..wait." Emma said and stood up.
"You stay here!" David said and walked through the living room to the front door.

I had never seen David this mad. Not even when Emma threw that huge Halloween Party.
Shit. He might actually kill Neal.

Mary Margaret got up and started walking after him. Emma and I tried to follow but she turned around.
"Girls. Stay put." She said.

Emma and I peeked into the living room as David opened the door. David and Mary-Margaret stepped out of the house and closed the door.

"Shit..shit...shit! He's going to kill him." Emma panicked and paced.
"I'm sure he won't actually kill him, Em." I tried to assure her. However, Mary-Maragret started yelling for David to calm down outside and Emma bolted to the door. I followed her outside and saw David had Neal pinned to the side of the house with one arm. Neal already had a bloody nose and David was rearing back for another hit.

"Dad! Stop!" Emma begged.
"She's Seventeen!" David growled and stepped away from Neal
"I know. Know!" Neal said and put his hands up. Emma rushed to his side and stepped in front of him.
"Don't hurt him Dad. Please." Emma cried.
"This ends now. I don't want you anywhere near my daughter." David said.
"I'm sorry.. I can't do that." Neal said. "I won't. I'm not going to abandon her, or my child." Neal said.
David cocked his head to the side.
"I'm sorry...your what?" David asked.
"I'm pregnant, Dad." Emma said.
"What??" David asked.

David looked like he was going to stroke out.
"I got fired the other day." I said trying to take the heat off of Emma for just a second. David turned to me.
"What??" He asked. He turned back to Neal and Emma and went to speak. He put his hand on his chest and leaned against the porch rail.
"Daddy?" Emma asked and approached him.
"Uncle Dave?" I asked.
David's face was pale, and his eyes were glassy.
Emma nudged him. He wasn't very responsive.
"Dad? Dad!" She repeated. I looked at Mary-Maragaret.
"Blaire, honey go call 911." She said as she crouched down to her husband.
"Is he okay? What happened??" I asked.
"I don't know. Just stay calm and go call for an ambulance."

I hurried into the house and grabbed my cell phone and dialed 911 and ran back outside to check on David.
Don't you fucking die on me...

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