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Running

To be honest I don't really know how to describe this..... enjoy!

Emma had also been a runner. Her entire life whenever anything went south, she ran.

Emma thought that was over now. She had a boyfriend she loved, a job, and now she had just found out she was pregnant.

Emma had taken off work that day and went to the doctor to confirm it.

Emma drove home from the doctors with a smile on her face. She couldn't wait to tell Neal about the baby.

While they had never talked about having kids, Emma knew he wanted a family one day so she wasn't extremely nervous to tell him.

When she got home there was a black car sitting in her driveway. She was slightly confused but walked inside anyways.

Opening the door Emma called Neals name and was surprised that he was no where downstairs.

Figuring that he must be in their room she hurried up the stairs and walked towards their room.

From her bedroom she heard Neal talking to someone. She frowned and walked towards the door.

Upon opening it Emma's face went pale and she froze.

Along with Neal was a red haired women who was completely naked. The two quickly pulled up the sheets and Neal started to apoligize. Emma opened her mouth to day something but couldn't.

Without a word Emma slammed the door and ran out to her car with nothing but her wallet and phone. She turned on her yellow bug and did what she did best.

She ran.

Emma didn't stop for hours. Tears stained her cheeks and she was furious at herself for not seeing it before.

He always had a faint scent of women's perfume but Emma ignored it. Then some nights he would go out for a drink or stay out late with his friends. Hell sometimes he would stay the night in a hotel because he was 'too drunk to drive home.'

Emma blinked back tears as she though about her child. She didn't know if she could do it alone. But in that moment she made a promise to herself and her child. She would raise this baby with or without anyone to help her.

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12 years later.....

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Emma woke up to Henry waking her shoulders.

"Mom. Mom. Wake up mom. It's the first day of 6th grade. I can't be late!"

Emma groaned and rolled over.

Henry shook her again. "Mommmm."

"Alright alright I'm up. Go get dressed." Emma mumbled.

Henry didn't say anything else as he ran out of the room to get ready.

Emma got up and put on a pair of leggings and a tank top.

She went downstairs and packed Henry's lunch and fixed then both breakfast.

Once they were both ready Emma dropped Henry off at his school and went back home so she could go for a run before she went to work at Storybrookes police department.

Once Emma was ready she put on her tennis shoes and started running down the sidewalk.

Running was Emma's escape. It was the one time where she didn't have to worry about anything.

It also made her a better sherriff because very few people could outrun her.

Emma focused on the sidewalk in front of her and didn't see the man walking to his mailbox until it was too late.