This is my first fanfiction so please bear with me. This is a captainswan highschool au. Emma has just moved to Storybrooke with her apparent birth parents straight from the system. Killian Jones, captain of the football team, is a popular, bad boy...
Killian's POV I ran my fingers through my hair and yelled. Why is he here? He made my life hell. My father put a hand on my shoulder,
"I know things seem bad, but we'll find a way. We can alert David since he's sheriff," I nodded and we headed over to Emma's. I know it's late but they need to be warned. I can't let him hurt Emma or anyone in this town. He may look like a boy, but he's a bloody demon. They don't know what he's capable of. ---------------------------------------------- Author's POV (flashback 4 years ago. One week before Charlotte's death) Liam had been dead for two years. Brennan wasn't a complete drunk yet. He still was a good husband, and a semi-goodfather. Malcolm who isotherwise known as Peter Pan, was Killian's best mate. They had known each other since they were five. They were both currently fourteen. Killianwas on the American football team. They're school has a passion for it. Brennan was at work, and Charlotte was home alone. Pan knocked on the door and Charlotte answered.
"Peter darling, how good to see you, but Killian isn't home," she smiled her pearly white smile that Killian had inherited. She looked like she was still in her twenties. A beautiful thing really.
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That's why he wanted her. He walked inside,
"That's okay, I wasn't here to see him," he shut the door with his foot and locked it. Charlotte's breathing increased a little bit and she slowly backed away.
"I don't understand," she gulped. Peter smirked,
"You are a lovely woman Charlotte. You look very young, and I want you," his eyes turned dark with lust and he backed her into the wall. She struggled to get free but he was stronger than her. Charlotte was in love with old clothes, and was wearing a corset that laced in the front. He tore it open and roughly bit down on one of her breasts. She screamed,
"Stop it! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" He slapped her.
"Shut up you filthy wench! I will do as I please," he lifted her skirts and she tried to move away again.
"Please don't Peter, I won't tell anyone that you tried anything. Just please let me go," she was crying and screamed as he painfully entered her without her consent. Killian was heading home and he heard screaming. From inside his house. He called his father and they went in together. His mother was in there and he was terrified. He walked in and saw Peter raping his mother.
"PAN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?!?!" He bellowed. Peter adjusted himself and smirked,
"Well I'm having my way with your mum of course," Killian watched as his mother was in tears and covered herself with her tattered skirts. Killian connected his fist with Pan's jaw and repeatedly began to beat the living shit out of him. He pinned him to the ground and punctuated his blows with a word,
