Only You

Chapter 20

***Trigger warning: This chapter contains self harm***

Chapter 20

"Hey, Mom..." Emma said quietly when she heard her mother answer the phone. She had woken up the following night and decided she needed to let her mother know what was going on.

"Emma. I didn't expect to hear from you for a while. How are you doing?" Mary Margaret said, not hearing the sadness in Emma's voice.

"Not good," Emma said, not hiding her true feelings. "Something happened."

"Emma? What happened? Are you okay?" Mary Margaret said, her voice changing from lighthearted to filled with concern and fear.

"I'm fine...well, physically I'm fine now. They found out I was a Vampire at work a few nights ago. And it didn't go over well," Emma explained. "There was a dumb Fledgling when I got back, and even though I told him he needed to be careful, he wasn't. And when someone found his packet of blood, he threw me under the bus to take the heat off himself."

"Oh Emma."

"They beat me, Mom," Emma whispered, tears welling in her eyes as she thought back to that night. "I really thought I was going to die," she cried, thick red tears trickling down her face.

"Oh Emma!" Mary Margaret said, waiting for Emma to calm down before continuing. "Where are you now?"

"I'm in a motel just past the Minnesota border."

"Okay, good. Stay there for a few nights before you move on. Rest."

"I want to go back to New York. I want to hide in the forest again, Mom. I can't live in mainstream society anymore," Emma cried.

"You can't give up, Emma."

"I was nearly beaten to death for being a Vampire, Mom. I can't live in society anymore."

"Not everywhere is like that, Emma. Give it some time. You'll eventually find your place in the world," Mary Margaret said, trying to convince Emma not to give up.

"I DID find my place in the world, MOM . My place was with Regina! And she's GONE!" Emma screamed into her phone, and somehow, she felt better.

"I know it's hard..."

"No you DON'T know, MOM! You have your Mate! You have no idea how I feel!" Emma screamed, taking her anger out on her mother through her phone.

"You're right. I don't know. I can't even imagine what you're going through," Mary Margaret said, trying to calm Emma down. "But what I do know is, you can't give up now. Give it some more time, Emma. You'll find your place."

"Fine. Whatever. I'm going to go. I'll talk to you later. I'll tell you where I end up," Emma snapped, hanging up before Mary Margaret could answer.

Emma knew her mother was right. She knew she couldn't give up, even if she was terrified. She allowed herself to remain holed up in the motel room for three more days, giving herself extra time to recover from her attack until her hunger got too strong. She knew she needed to eat something, remembering the torture Regina endured at the hands of The Agency. She quietly asked the woman at the front desk for a recommendation of a place where she could buy some blood, getting directions to a small shop just a few blocks away.

She made her way to the shop the receptionist had recommended and bought a pint of blood. She didn't want to go back to her room just yet, knowing if she did, she would likely never leave. She walked a few more blocks and found a small park with a few benches. She took a seat and started drinking the blood she had just bought, enjoying the fresh air, when she noticed a dark-haired woman walking in her direction.