Love or Desire

Chapter 18

Killian's POV
My heart stopped and I fell on the floor. I was hyperventilating and felt like somebody ripped my heart out and crushed it.

Mary Margaret: Killian? Honey, are you okay?

Killian: Aye, I'll meet you at the station.
Call Ended

How could Emma be missing. I was just with her. Her smile, her hair, her eyes, her laugh, her lips, Killian get a hold of yourself. I called Ruby and Robin. They told Belle, August, Vic, Will, Jeff, Elsa, Ashley, and everyone else Emma knew. I headed to the station. An officer came to me and asked me some questions,

"Mr. Jones when is the last time you've seen Emma?"

Bloody hell, when the hell do they think!

"At school today,"

"What is the nature of your relationship with her?"

"We are good friends,"

"Do you know anybody who would want to hurt her?" I thought for a moment.

"No," the officer nodded and walked away. I went up to Coach,

"What happened?" He sighed,

"She was taking a shower, and then I heard a scream. I went up there and her lights were on and window was open," I froze. She left the window unlocked for me. This was my fault.

"Killian are you okay, you look pale as a sheet,"

"I'm fine Mrs. Nolan," I was going to figure this out, if it was the last bloody thing that I do.
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Emma's POV
I woke up in a dark room. The ground was cold concrete, and it looked like I was underground. There were no windows, and my hands were chained to the wall. My head hurt a lot, I touched the back of it, and there was dried blood. I remembered Walsh took me. The foster brother who raped and abused me. Who took away my innocence and traumatized me.

"Damnit," I heard a door open and footsteps coming down stairs. No! No, no, no. It can't happen again. Walsh came into view and I was terrified. I couldn't let it show though.

"My, my. Look at you all grown up," he licked his lips. I gulped,

"You got me in a lot of trouble Emma, prison isn't a nice place. I'm gonna make you pay. SAY SOMETHING!" He yelled. I flinched and moved back. He chuckled: dark and evil.

"Walsh, you don't have to do this, I won't tell what you did. I was younger before, I know better now, I-" SLAP! He slapped me hard across the face. I fell and tasted blood,

"You don't get to fucking talk to me like that you bitch! You decided to fuck with two other guys while I was in jail! Did you think I wouldn't find you? Or find out? You are mine! And only mine!" I was so scared. He sloppily kissed me and I whimpered. He made me feel so weak,

"Did people tell you that you're pretty? They're wrong," he snarled.

"Your UGLY!

DISGUSTING!

FILTHY!

UNWANTED!

ORPHAN!

WHORE!"

He punctuated each word with a blow to my face and stomach. I was crying but not out loud. The bastard didn't get to hear my sobs. He grabbed me by my shoulders,