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chapter ten - chasing cars
it didn't matter how much ophelia slept. she was tired. not in need of a nap tired. she was physically exhausted. her bones ached, her body felt ready to collapse and she found that even mustering up the energy to feel angry left her empty.
she was overwhelmed. being the saviour was one overwhelming journey she wanted to end. she'd not realised the responsibility. she'd never wanted that kind of responsibility.
even when she wasn't the sheriff, emma was, she was dragged to the town line. emma wasn't sure what had happened but she wanted ophelia there. if she'd realised, she would have made her twin stay home.
when they parked, ophelia stepped out, eyes glued to the scene. it was a car accident. the cold air did nothing to stop her body heating up as terror crept up on her, clawing at her throat until her breathing became shallow. no matter how hard she tried, it was like she couldn't get any oxygen.
then she heard a groan. hook was on the ground. he'd been hit by the car, she assessed. not that it took a lot. he looked like shit. beaten shit.
she blinked down at him.
"hello beautiful," he greeted despite the obvious pain he was in. "here, i didn't think you'd notice."
she leaned down, rolling her eyes. she pushed gently on his ribs. he cried out.
"your ribs are broken," she stated, her words slurring slightly.
"oh, that must be why it hurts when i laugh. did you see his face? his one true love, gone in an instant," he yelled out the last sentence, trying to sit up. "just like milah, crocodile, when you took her from me." he tried to stand.
"but you took her first," gold responded, hitting him with his cane.
emma rushed over to stop him. "i've got this," she informed. her gaze fell on ophelia, who was staring down at hook still. "are you okay?" she nodded. "go to belle, she needs a friendly face."
she nodded again and took a deep breath. she pointed down at hook. "you better fucking hope we can reverse whatever happened when she crossed the town line, otherwise a missing hand and a broken heart will be the least of your problems. i'll mount your head on my wall as a trophy if she doesn't recover."
emma watched her sister in shock. it didn't matter how many times she threatened people, she always forgot her little sister, the one who so easily connected with henry, who still burnt most of the things she cooked, who forgot her left and rights, could speak to people with such venom.
"is that a threat?" he chuckled, flinching.
she leaned down, placing a hand gently on his broken ribs. "it's a promise. i'll behead you with your own goddamn sword too."
