Twisted fate

Twisted fate part 2

She could feel the tears begging to be shed. But she couldn't look weak now. Not in front of him. He took a step closer. His ocean blue eyes scanned her like he was waiting for movement. Blood continued to drip from Emma's fresh wound. Her eyes drifted to the wound. Then he spoke his voice deep "look what we have here." Emma looked at him trying to avoid eye contact knowing he could see the fear in her eyes. He casted his gaze to her mother. Emma knew something bad was about to happen. It always did when he was around. Her stomach started to turn like a whirlpool. He moved next to Emma's mother stroking her face. "Don't!" she shouted. He turned to her eyes filled with rage.

Emma's heart skipped a beat as a grin appeared on his face. "Why we both know she likes it." He looks down at her licking his lips. "Actually that's how we met." This made Emma's heart sink. She knew her mothers past was bad. But sometimes you have to do stuff no matter how dark or horrific. Right? Emma looked at him. Watching him carefully to see his next move. He looked right back at Emma. "Get to your room. I'll deal with you later." he boomed. Emma stayed looking at him. Apart of her wanted to punch him but, the other wanted to run away. As her thoughts were battling to the death, her body remained still. He glared at her with shock in his eyes but, quickly covered it up with a chuckle. This awoke Emma from her thoughts. "Look who grew a  back bone." Emma had no idea what was happening. She told her body to run but, it stood still like it was stuck in 10 feet of mud. He walked towards her each step causing him to smirk more if that was possible. He bend down to her level making his ocean blue eyes quarrel with her forest ones. He lent to her ear. This made Emma's hair stand on end. He whispered "me saying go to your room was me being a gentleman." He leaned back to her eyes. Emma's stomach acids turned into waves. Emma stared at him. Scared if she blinked even for a second he would pounce. "If you want to watch you may," as those words left his lips, he jumped on Emma's mother connecting his lips to her neck. Emma's eyes widened.

His hands hovered over Emma's mothers buttons on her jeans. His mouth made his way to her lips and started to undo the button. Emma's brain started working over time. Before she could think she was running towards him glass in hand. She held it tight making little droplets of blood escape her flesh. But she didn't care. The glass hit his skin invading it. He yelled back in pain. Emma took a step back watching the glass stand strong on his shoulder. He turned to her face red with rage. He got up and pulled the glass out of his shoulder like a kid picking a daisy. His eyes searched her soul. His signature smirk was long gone and replaced with a murderous face. Any normal person would be bending over in pain. But not him. He lunched at Emma making her fall back. Fortunately missing the glass. He pinned her to the ground with his face centimetres from hers. He held her arms with one hand above her head. The other clenching the glass covered with fresh blood.

As he trailed the glass down her face luckily not enough to make a wound he hissed "you shouldn't have done that sweetheart." Emma gulped. Unshed tears clouded her vision. He took the glass and cut only the sleeve of her once white long sleeve shirt. It was now ruby red. The sleeve reviled a number of scars. Emma was far to familiar with knives. Emma was awaiting the impact when she felt something at her fingertips. She glanced up. There laid a slice of glass waiting for her grasp. Emma noticed his leg relax a little on top of her. Her mind screamed the idea. She wiggled her leg from beneath him and kneed him in his version of the Crown Jewels. He released his hand and groaned in pain. Emma shot up with the glass in hand and got him in a head lock holding the glass to his throat. Emma griped her nails in the skin on his arms. She looked confident but, inside she was shaking like a person on a snowy day. Emma's breathing was rapid as her lungs were in over drive. However he remained calm. He turned his head towards her, knowing if the glass was an inch closer he would have just committed suicide. "You haven't got the guts" he challenged as a grin appeared on his face. Usually he would be right. Emma wouldn't hurt a fly. She couldn't. But for some reason today was different. She was different. She didn't know if it was because of what he tried to do or because she had enough. But forsure she knew something was different. He looked her dead in the eye as thought were discussing in her head. A smile appeared on her face as she whispered "I wouldn't be so sure" and with that she slowly slid the glass across his skin. Blood gushed out the new opening. Emma swore for the first time she saw fear in his eyes. But was quickly covered up with his signature smirk as he fell hard on the ground. Emma smiled down at him. After 15 seconds realisation hit her. However her smile didn't fade in the slightest. Her emotions were battling and for the first time in a long time happiness was winning. He was gone. She stared at him for a while then headed upstairs to her room.