Only You

Chapter 19

***Trigger warning: this chapter contains self harm and violence***

Chapter 19 

An old station wagon pulled up to the curb in front of Emma's apartment a week later, a little while after sunset. Mary Margaret jumped out and opened the hatchback before rushing over to Emma who was standing on the curb awaiting her arrival, her head hanging low from shame. The moment she was close enough, she pulled Emma into a tight hug, feeling her daughter's body shake as she sobbed slightly into her mother's shoulder.

"What happened, sweetie?" Mary Margaret asked, rubbing Emma's back lightly, the way she used to when she was a young child.

"I don't want to talk about it right now," Emma said, wiping her tears away from her face before they stained Mary Margaret's shirt.

"Okay. Let's get these bags in the car," Mary Margaret said, sensing Emma's hesitation. She grabbed a bag and carried it to the trunk, followed by Emma carrying the rest. Emma slammed the trunk closed and rushed to the passenger's seat, clearly eager to get going.

"Is Regina on her way down?" Mary Margaret said, peeking her head into the car.

"Regina isn't coming..." Emma said sadly, fresh tears rushing down her face.

"Emma, what happened?" Mary Margerat said, climbing into the car.

"I don't want to talk about it," Emma said, smearing blood tears over her face with the back of her hand.

"Emma..." Mary Margert said, placing her hand on Emma's knee for support.

"I'll tell you. I promise. I just...not right now, okay?" Emma said, looking over at her mother with tears in her eyes.

"Of course," Mary Margaret said, closing the door and starting the engine. A moment later, Mary Margaret pulled away from the curb and into the busy New York City traffic, heading out of the city. Emma was silent the entire ride, speaking only when Mary Margaret offered her a mug of blood for the day.

Three hours later, they pulled up to a remote house deep in the middle of the Sundown Wild forest, right outside the town of Denning in Upstate New York.

"Where are we?" Emma asked as she looked up at the huge house in the middle of nowhere.

"This belongs to David. He comes here every decade or so to get away. I think older Vampires often have a place in seclusion to escape from people," Mary Margaret explained.

"Yeah. Regina had a place like that as well," Emma explained as she grabbed their things from the trunk while Mary Margaret unlocked the door. She didn't question her daughter about where Regina was, nor the fact that she said "Regina HAD a place" not "Regina HAS a place".

"Why don't we put our stuff down in one of the bedrooms upstairs," Mary Margaret said, grabbing her suitcase from Emma, indicating for her to follow her. Emma nodded and followed Mary Margaret upstairs, claiming the bedroom next to the master bedroom.

She didn't bother to unpack. She just sat on the bed and scanned her new surroundings. She had called Mary Margaret and asked her for help in her darkest moment. She asked her to come pick her up and take her somewhere remote. She didn't care where they went as long as it was far away from people, where she could begin her journey of healing all over again. Suddenly, the weight of the past ten years came crashing down on her, and she collapsed onto the bed and curled into a ball, sobbing uncontrollably.

Mary Margaret knocked lightly on the door, checking on Emma after she disappeared into the bedroom for a while. She slowly cracked the door open and peered inside the room, finding Emma curled up on the bed, her body shaking as she cried, her tears staining her shirt. She rushed over and gently cradled her daughter in her arms, holding her tightly.