I can't do this...

Idiot

     "Idiot" I whisper to myself and smile. Emma had her arms wrapped around my waist as I lead her to my master bathroom. "Care t-to join me?" She slurred with a wink. I bite my lip and watched as Emma undressed in front of me, "Miss Swan... W-what are you doing?" I ask stuttering as I look at her gorgeous body. "Taking a bath" she replies simply and proceeds to fill the tub with hot water and slowly makes her way towards me, her hand caresses my cheek and I back up against the door, half afaid half excited. Her body against mine sends butterflies in my stomach and a shiver down my spine. I'm not gay... I don't like Miss Swan... Do I? 

Then I see it.

     On the inside of her forearm are cuts. New and old. I see the white scars clearly behind the new ones, still dried blood lingering on her arm. I carefully grab her wrist and pull it I front if me. "Miss Swan?" I ask and raise my eyebrow.

     Surprisingly this hurts. It hurts me to see that Emma is in so much pain. Why would she do this to herself? What drove her to this? Why didn't I notice? When did this happen? So many questions filled my head and I look up to see Emma crying, her wrist still in my hand. I quickly wave my hand over the cuts and they fade away, small white scars still visible.

     Emma seemed to snap out of her drunken state, though the alcohol was still in her system so her mind wasn't totally together. I managed to drag her into the bathtub and let her soak in the water while I wash her hair and back. Emma's hand grabs mine and she looks at me with her emerald eyes and all I see is pain and suffering. "I'm sorry..." She mumbles and looks back down. I shake my head drain the water and grab Emma a towel. I look away as she dries off and I hand her one of my old button up shirts and underwear to sleep in. 

     I don't know why this hurts me so much. Emma is just a friend. Who I happen to care for very much. And think about a lot. And want to be the reason she laughs and smiles. I did not just say that! Maybe... Just maybe Emma is my... No way... I shake the thoughts out of my head.

     "You can sleep in my bed tonight dear, I'll sleep on the couch." I say and kiss her head as she climbs into my bed, like I would do to Henry when he was just a little boy. Emma closed her eyes and I get up to leave my room quietly, but she grabs my hand. "Don't leave me... L-like they did... Please.." She whispers and begins to cry softly. I pull up a chair next to my bed and stroke Emma's long blonde hair until her breathing evens out and I know she's asleep.

I'm the idiot. I should have seen it sooner. I should have been there for her and saw she was hurt. If i truly care for her the way I do, I would have noticed if she was upset. Why didn't she come to me? 

No one will ever hurt her again. I'll make sure of it if it's the last thing I do.