Captain Swan - Wild at Heart

Chapter Five

Author's Notes: I'm so sorry it took me so long to update. I'm writing two other stories so I'm unable to update every week. Thank you all for your patience, hope you enjoy!

Emma was grinning in success, the symbol of her freedom appearing in the form of the Maryland State sign ahead. She couldn't believe how easy it was to dupe Killian. He actually believed she was going to sleep with him after he robbed her, blackmailed her and threatened her father?! Emma laughed; she was utterly tickled at the whole idea. But maybe she was just happy to finally be able to go home.

That smile, however, faded quickly when she realized there was smoke creeping through the cracks of the hood, emerging from the engine. Emma hadn't even crossed the state line yet when the car started spitting and sputtering, slowing down as Emma pressed on the break. She quickly pulled the car to the side of the road and it stopped abruptly as the engine died.

She turned over the ignition, but there was only the sound of the vehicle's failed attempts to start. "Come on, come on, don't do this to me now..." She tried to start it several more times, uttering words of encouragement, but she had no such luck.

"You've got to be kidding me?" Emma muttered angrily as she pounded on the steering wheel with her fist. "I knew this damned piece of junk wasn't going to make it!" She let out a frustrated scream as she continuously hit the steering wheel with both hands as though that would make the car magically roar to life. "Son of a bitch!"

Emma finally relented, her hands falling from tiredness as she let the back of her head sink into the seat. What was she going to do now? She had no phone to call for help and she was in the middle of nowhere in the dark! An unsettling shiver shot down her spine as she made sure all of the doors were locked. This was like living her worst nightmare. Emma concocted all of the possible scenarios that could happen to her. She's seen the movies and heard of young women suddenly disappearing, never to be heard from or found again. That was going to be her.

She was never going to make it back to her hometown, she would never again be greeted by the warm, loving arms of her parents. She would never again be graced by their smells; her mother of vanilla perfume and cinnamon and her father spicy cologne and expensive suits. She would never again feel wrapped up in her mother's soft embrace or her father's strong arms. This was God's way of punishing her for cheating on Walsh, she thought. Even though she didn't love him, it was still cheating and she took him for granted. Walsh would never harm a fly, he'd always been a nice guy and worked hard for a living even though he didn't have to, considering he'd be rich either way. He was the perfect guy... just not perfect for her.

A half an hour passed and she could feel a chill from the cold when the warm air from the previously available heater had dissipated. There were no working interior lights of course, so she did her best to search the car for anything that would be of use to her - a flashlight or a jacket or something to keep her warm. Luckily she managed to find a blanket and pillow in the backseat and covered herself up, resting the pillow behind her head. Even though the scent of the items reminded her of Killian and were actually very comforting, she felt goosebumps crawling over her skin from imagining the reason why Killian would keep a pillow and blanket on the road with him. He slept in his car.

Emma's heart ached for him. Suddenly, the idea of being stuck in the hotel with him sounded much more appealing than her current predicament. She should've never left him.