What You Seek, Will be Found (2)

Chapter 14

Emma ran over to the curtains and pulled them shut. She then went over to Killian and smacked his chest, causing him to sit straight up.

"Bloody hell that hurt!" He said rubbing the spot where Emma smacked him.

"No time for hurting! Look at this!" She said shoving him the phone.

He looked at the picture and the message, and as he was about to hand the phone back to her, it buzzed.

'Where'd you go dear? I can't see you anymore. I did enjoy the show, but it would have been even better without him.'

As Killian read the message aloud, Emma became angry. She sat down in the bed and he crawled over to her.

He placed kisses on her shoulder. "Just lay down. Come back to bed."

"I can't go back to bed! He's out there! He's going to kill me or you or keep this up! Why haven't you left me yet? I'm too dangerous. It's too dangerous to be with me. Around me even." Emma said.

"Don't give in. That's what he wants."

"How can you be so calm?"

Her phone buzzed again.
'Open the curtains again, and stand in front of the window, or I will post this picture all over the Internet for the whole world to see.'

Emma began crying. Killian wrapped his arms around her, but she no longer felt safe when she was in them. She didn't feel safe anywhere. She broke out of the hug.

"Pretend to be asleep. He still doesn't know that you know." Emma said.

He nodded and laid down and shut his eyes. Emma opened the curtains and stood in front of the window like Neal asked. She felt like a whore.

Her phone buzzed on the table.
'Very good dear. I'll leave you alone for tonight. Sweet dreams Emma. I hope I'll be there. You'll be in mine though.'

She shut the curtains again and laid down. Killian put his arm around her, but she picked it up and placed it on his side and away from her.

"Swan what's wrong? I promise that we will get this taken care of." He said.

"I feel like a whore. He's made me feel different now. I just fucking stood in front of the window so he could look at me. It's not comfortable."

"Emma you can never be like that. I will never look at you differently from the way that I do now. I will never give up on us."

Emma nodded. She wanted to throw up. How she was being treated by Neal wasn't right. The way that Killian was trying to make her feel better was sweet. "I don't know what to feel."

Killian smiled. "Anything but upset or dirty."

Emma nodded.

"I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel better." He said.

Emma smiled and hugged him. "I know."

"I would go to the end of the world for you Swan." He chuckled. "Or time."

"I know." She put their foreheads together. "I would too. I would go to the moon and back as many times as I could for you."

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The next morning was the last day of summer vacation. Tomorrow they would be getting up early and studying for tests. Killian woke up before Emma, and ran to the door. He picked up one letter, which was a big yellow business envelop. He opened it and saw the pictures. Ones of them last night.

"Bloody hell." He whispered under his breath.

A knock at the door was heard which caused him to jump. He went over to the door again and opened it. The UPS man handed him a package and walked away. It was addressed to Emma, but she couldn't open it. She couldn't see this. He tore open the tape and inside the box was a small bottle with a clear substance in it. It looked like a plain glass bottle with water in it. There was a note along with it.

'To good health love! Drink this after school tomorrow. After you drink it, make sure you wait for me to come home. Love, Killian.'

"That sick bastard." Killian said louder.

Emma's voice behind him caused him to jump. "What did Neal do this time?"

He turned around with the most apologetic look on his face. "I got your mail. I have been for the last few days."

Emma didn't seem mad though. "What came today?"

Killian held up the pictures and the small glass bottle. "I don't know what is in this bottle, but he pretended to be me."

She took the bottle and the note that came with it. She read the note, then slammed it down onto the counter. "We won't have to worry." She took the cork off of the top and poured it down the drain. "There. All gone."

"From now on, if you get anything "from me," consult me first. Okay?" Killian asked.

"Okay dad." She said with a laugh.

"Look I'm serious. Please. I don't want you getting hurt love." He said with a serious tone.

Emma stopped laughing and looked at him. She put her hand on his. "I promise."

He hugged her. "I just don't know what I would do if you got hurt. Especially on my watch. Do you know what your father would do? Even though he isn't here anymore, he would probably haunt me and smack me with a door every time I walked by one."

"It's okay. I won't do anything if it comes from you, unless I ask you about it first."

"Good, love." He stood up and walked over to the refrigerator. "What would you like for breakfast? Eggs, bacon, pancakes."

"A bear claw." Emma said.

"That wasn't on the list."

"I want donuts. Please?" She gave him her best puppy dog eyes and stuck her lip out. Her parents could never resist this face.

He squinted his eyes and looked at her. "Oh no. That's not going to work on me Swan."

She quit the face and stood up. She walked in small circles around him. She stopped behind him and whispered in his ear, "Please Killian? Can we please get donuts for breakfast?" She knew that he couldn't resist this.

"Fine." He walked away from her and grabbed the keys.

Emma felt a smile form on her face. A smile of accomplishment.