Darker Than Death || CaptainSwan

Chapter 6

Killian made me sit down on a stool in his kitchen as he started at me with his arms crossed. He stared at me for so long that it became incredibly awkward. I looked around the room and whistled, hoping to show him that I am uncomfortable.

"What happened?" He asked. Or well, more demanded.

I took an intake of breath and thought for a second before spitting out the first thing that came to mind. After saying it, the room instantly became even more awkward. "I had sex and it got a little rough..?"

I wanted to face palm right as the words came out of my mouth. Why was that the first thing I said? Jesus fucking Christ, someone help me.

Killian raised an eyebrow at me, but he didn't say anything. After a few more minutes of just sitting there in awkward silence, Killian scratched the back of his head; something he does often when he feels embarrassed or he's in an awkward situation.

"Emma, are you lying to me?"

"No."

He practically rolled his eyes at me. Maybe I said 'no' a little too fast? Or he just knows when I'm lying..? I don't know but it's obvious he doesn't believe me.

"Why do you want to know why my neck is bruised?"

"You didn't try to..hang yourself or anything, right?" He asked, his voice full of worry and concern.

"God no! If I'm going to kill myself, that won't be the way I'm going to do it."

He gave me this unreadable expression before saying, "Then what the hell happened?!"

Maybe I should just tell him. I need to stop making up excuses. Maybe Killian can help me? I don't know, but I can't keep this a secret anymore. I let out a sigh before decided to tell him the entire story.

"James - my boss, he choked me and kicked me and just..he beat me because I pissed him off.. Basically, I slapped him because he-well, he stuck his hands down my pants. And he blew up on me and just..well, ya. I think you get the point."

Killian looked at me with his mouth hanging open. "Oh my god, Emma! We need to call the police. You can't let him do that to you, Swan," he said, frantically as he began walking around the house, looking for something. When I saw him pick up his phone, I knew what he was going to do.

"No! Don't you dare call the police. I need this job! No one else will fucking hire me. This job is all I have and if he gets arrested, I'll no longer have a job," I say as I rip the phone out of his hands.

He clenched his teeth and rolled his eyes. "Emma, it's like you aren't even trying. I'm sure that someone else will hire you. I can help you find a job. But please, we need to tell the police."

The whole room went silent as we just looked into each other's eyes. I searched his blue eyes as he searched my green ones. "I'm sorry Killian but I can't let you do this," I said as I put his phone into my back pocket.

It's obvious Killian is very frustrated with me. But I won't let him help me. At least not like this. "Fine. But at least let me see where he hurt you."

Reluctantly, I raised my shirt so he could see my side where James had kicked me. When I looked down at it, my side was covered in blueish-purple bruises. I then remembered that I had fallen on my arm and that I hurt it quite bad. When I looked at my arm, it too was quite bruised and even a little bit swollen.

Killian gently placed his hands on my side and I winced in pain. He noticed this and immediately pulled his hands away. "I'm gonna get you some ice."

I watched his back as he turned around and went to the freezer to get me an ice pack. He turned around and tossed it over to me. My eyes widen in surprise and I tried to catch it, but it slipped right out of my hands and onto the floor. I groan in annoyance. "Seriously? Did you have to throw it?"

He smirked. "I didn't throw it, I tossed it,"

"Shut up."

Killian laughed. I placed the ice pack to my side. I wanted to wince at the pain but I don't want to look weak. Not in front of Killian anyways.

Killian put his elbows on the table and his head in his hands as he looked at me. "So, are you going to tell me why you were so mad at me?"

I scrunched my eyebrows together in confusion. Oh! Is it bad that I almost forgot why I was mad at him? But oh, don't worry. I didn't forget.

"I saw you at the bar. And you completely ignored me.." Was all I said. He doesn't need to know that I was jealous that he was with that girl. The girl in the red dress.. How cliché is my life?

Something changed when I looked into Killian's eyes but I couldn't tell what it was. "Sorry, I guess I didn't see you," he said. But I know there's more. I know there is more he wants to say but he just..didn't. "Who cares about yesterday anyways.. That's not important now. You should rest."

"What? No. I don't need to rest. I'm fine," I replied.

"That's not what your bruises say.." He mumbles.

I roll my eyes at him. "Seriously? Killian, I'm a big girl. I think I can handle a few bruises," I say. And ok, yes. Maybe I am incredibly sore, but like I said before, I don't want him to think I'm weak or something.

Before I knew what was happening, Killian grabbed my hand and dragged me to the couch. "Lay down and try to take a nap. You look exhausted."

I just stared up at him. He then walked away and when he came back, he threw a blanket and a pillow at me. I stumbled back a bit, a little surprised.

"Stop lying to me and telling me you're fine because, Swan, you obviously aren't," he said. I let out a heavy sigh. God, why is he always right?! "I know what you're thinking. Why is he always right," he said with a smirk.

I scoffed. "I totally wasn't thinking that!"

Killian gave me a knowing look. "You're an open book, Emma. It's not the hard to read what you're thinking."

I squinted my eyes at him as I slowly laid down on the couch. "Are you a robot?" I asked, skeptically.

He chuckled. "Yes, Emma I'm a robot."

"I knew it," I say with a smirk.

Killian laughed. "Alright, alright, you caught me. Now get some rest. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me,"

I nodded my head before closing my eyes and falling into a deep and peaceful sleep.

Sleep.

Oh how I love sleeping.

It's like a temporary death. A death that doesn't last forever.

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A/N: Whoops I should update more. But life just kinda gets in the way.