The Queen's Thief

Chapter 7: The broken

*26 years old*
*Story Brooke*
~Samantha's pov~

We were heading out to our cars when I stopped.

"When we find Mary Margaret, please don't bring up what you saw. It wasn't what it seemed."

"It seems like you probably shouldn't be driving..."

"Yes. I went to the bar, but I wasn't drinking. I was talking to Ted about tomorrow." I said as I looked directly at her. "I had no reason to drink or sleep around... tonight." I finished looked at the ground, because I didn't think before I said that last part.

"Then what was going on in there?" I knew she was going to ask that.

"I told her no, but she's drunk and only heard what she wanted. She pinned me down while I was distracted." I turned to face my car.

"Ok. I believe you."

"Do you have any idea where we should look?" I asked as I got into my car and rolled down my window.

"She couldn't have gotten far." Emma leaned in my window a little bit so she could see me while she talked.

"I think she was going to meet someone." I started the engine to my car.

"David... The coma patient that woke up. He claimed that he was in love with her and called her Snow White." Emma sighed. "The thing is he doesn't remember his past. And they found his wife. Well his wife found him more so."

"Fuck... I know where she might be if it didn't go well." I shifted the gears into reverse. "Check Granny's ask if Mary is renting a room for the night and check David's house. Maybe the bars, people do things they don't normally do when they're in pain."

"I already checked Granny's. Have you done this kind of thing before?"

"My father was an alcoholic before he died. I've played this game quite a bit when he didn't come home after work. Normally he was just at the Rabbit Hole."

"Damn..."

"It doesn't matter that's the past." I looked back. "Go ahead and leave. I'll meet you back here in two hours if I find her."

I drove off and headed towards the woods. Most people, who want to be alone, end up there. Honestly it's not safe unless you know how to protect yourself though.

As well as I know Mary, she wouldn't even kill a fly to save her life, let alone a wolf or a murderer.

Once I was at the edge of the woods. I pulled out a flashlight and the knife; I keep one in my glovebox incase I'm working at the bar late and someone tries anything stupid.

Gripping the handle of the knife reminded me that I had the cut on my hand because the roughness of the handle made my hand hurt more, but I have to deal with it for now.

"Mary Margaret!" I yelled after I had gone about 40 feet into the woods. "Its me Samantha!"

I had gotten to the Toll bridge and there were signs that someone had been here recently. Actually it seemed there had been 2 people here.