What You Seek, Will be Found (2)

Chapter 4

Killian woke up to Emma staring at her phone. He rubbed his hand up and down her back. She tensed up at his touch.

"What's wrong love?" He asked sitting up, then kissing her shoulder.

She looked over at him, then set her phone down. "Nothing. I'm fine." She laid down and he fell back with her. "I just hate it that you are taller than me."

He smiled. "There's an advantage to it."

"Really? Like what?"

"Like when I hug you. You can hear my heartbeat, which only beats for you."

She smiled and hugged him. He kissed her, but she pulled away. Emma jumped up and ran out of the bedroom. She went over to the stove and started some eggs. As she glanced up, she saw an envelope in front of her door. She stared at it for a second or so, then got enough courage to go over and get it. When it was in her hands, she looked around to make sure that Killian wasn't near. After making sure the coast was clear, she opened the envelope.

At first I thought that I couldn't do it. But here I am, taking a letter to your door. Trust me darling, this won't be pretty if you don't do what I say.

It wasn't signed.

No postage stamp.

No return address.

It was clean! There was no way to figure out who it came from. She folded it up, tore it, and threw it in the garbage. Emma went back to making eggs and bacon.

'This can't be starting again. This isn't starting again! It's just a joke, that's all. It's just a joke being played by the kids down the hall.' Emma told her self.

But she didn't believe it. No matter how hard she tried, she didn't believe that it was a joke. Killian skipped out of the bathroom and sat on the couch. She brought him a plate of eggs and bacon, before sitting down on the couch next to him.

'Should I tell him? Maybe I shouldn't. He will get worried. I don't want him to be worried.' Emma was lost in thought.

Killian noticed it too. "Emma?" No answer. "Emma?" Silence was surrounding them. "Swan!"

She snapped her head back. "What?"

"What's wrong? You've been acting weird all morning."

Emma put her plate down on the coffee table. "Nothing. I'm just not hungry."

He shook his head and sat his plate down as well. "Tell me what is wrong."

"Don't worry about it Killian. I'm fine!" She stood up and went into the bedroom. Emma picked her phone up and saw a text from an unknown number. A different one than when that person texted her about Killian and the loss of Liam.

'Do as I say, or I will pull the plug.'

Emma texted back. 'I don't know who you are, but you better stop! This is not funny.'

There was no response after that. She straightened herself up, then sat on the bed. She felt the mattress sink behind her. She felt Killian strong arms wrap around her waist. She laid down like he wanted her to. Although he didn't say it, Emma knew that that's what he wanted. She put her head on his chest, and he twirled his finger in her hair.

"I know that there is something you aren't telling me, so I'm just going to have to guess." Killian said.

She smiled. "Go ahead. You may guess, but even if you are right, I'm still not telling you."

He nodded. "Is it that you are getting cold feet about the whole moving in and going to college together?"

She looked up at him. "Of course not! I'm super excited. Plus we did it with high school, why not with college?"

He nodded. He went on and on about simple theories, but none of them were right. She finally hushed him up and fell asleep. They both were liking the summer vacation, but they both knew that it wasn't going to last forever. Emma knew that hers was going to be even longer than she thought. If those damn letters and texts were going to come in, what was there to enjoy? Again she was going to live in the constant state of fear. What was this new guy capable of, and who was he?

Killian awoke to his phone ringing. He looked over and it was from a weird number, with an area code he didn't recognize. "Wrong bloody number." He said silencing the phone and fell asleep again. The person on the other end of the phone called once, then left a voicemail.

Emma woke up around dusk later that evening. She looked over and saw Killian laying next to her. His hair was a jumbled mess. She laughed silently then grabbed her phone. Afraid of pressing the button at the top, and seeing what would be there. She set it down and went into the bathroom. She put the water on the hottest setting, and stood there. The steam was so thick that she could barely breath but she didn't care. She heard the curtain pull back, and knew that Killian was in there with her.

"It not good to have this much steam love." Killian said.

"I don't care." Emma said.

"Please tell me what is wrong?"

"I said no!" Emma jumped out of the shower and went into the bedroom.

Killian finished his shower and got out too. He went out to find Emma bouncing her leg on the kitchen chair.  He pulled up a chair beside her and sat in front of the table with his hands together. "I'm just worried Swan. You aren't telling me who or what is doing this to you, but you aren't acting the same."

"How am I not acting the same?" Emma yelled, but her defensive voice hurried into a small one. "Oh. I'm sorry."

He nodded his head. "Maybe I can help take the burden away."

Emma gave him a small smile. "Nice try, but no. I'm not ready to tell you yet." Just then her phone buzzed in her pocket. She got up and sat on the couch.

'It's so hard to get you alone! Don't tell him. You remember what happened the last time you told him something that you shouldn't have. Don't you?'