Behind Closed Doors

Chapter Seventeen

Emma had dropped Regina off at home and made her way down the streets off Storybrooke to her house. Killian's house, now. Everything is all happening so fast and her mind is struggling to keep up from the whirlwind of events that just keep coming. She went from being engaged to Killian this morning and now as the day is coming to an end, she's finding herself moving in with Regina.

She knows Regina, inside and out, she loves the woman with all her heart, but moving in? Is she really ready to take that step when they haven't even been officially dating? Then again, if she takes the time to think back on her relationship with Regina, she does feel like she's been dating her for six years and she's tired of wasting her time. She doesn't want another moment to flash by in a blink of an eye. She's tired of running from her true feelings and she's ready to embrace her future...with Regina.

She shakes her head, hoping to clear away all the negative thoughts that are trying to taunt her mind, just as she pulls up to the house. She kills the engine and peeks up at the home she always knew, never felt like a home at all. She notices right away how dark and gloomy it feels without any lights on, not even the front porch light is glowing this early evening and she feels sick.

She's sure Killian hasn't made his way home yet, he's probably still drinking his problems away on the Jolly Roger. She exhales slowly and scrounges up the courage she has to just end this part of her life, it's time to move on, once and for all.

As she enters the home, she does call out to Killian a few times to confirm that he isn't home. Who knows, maybe he is sitting in the dark with his bottle of rum to keep him warm tonight? However, her ex is nowhere to be seen, so she ventures into the garage to retrieve some boxes, boxes that had been emptied not too long ago.

It doesn't really take her long to pack Henry's room, in fact she accomplishes that pretty quickly. The kid never really had much at her house or even when she lived with her parents. No matter how many times preteen Henry begged and pleaded to live with her, he never actually moved in. He would always carry around a backpack with some clothes and some comics, but all of his true possessions remained at Regina's.

Soon, she started packing her room which she knew wouldn't take long. She can still hear Mary Margret's shocked tone about her lack of possessions when she first moved into the loft. She still only has a couple of boxes worth of stuff to keep, because everything in this damn house was created by Hook's curse and she still doesn't feel like anything belongs to her besides her little boxes she initially arrived in Storybrooke with.

She's nearly finished when she hears the front door slam shut, encouraging her hands to work a hell of a lot faster. She's just so mentally exhausted from the damn day and she really doesn't have any fight left in her.

A light tap against the bedroom doorframe, stills her hands, but she doesn't look up from the box below. "Emma?" Killian gently whispers, his voice cracking in the middle of her name, maybe from embarrassment or maybe from heartache, either way she doesn't have the energy to ask. "Emma, can we talk?"

She drops her baby blanket into a box and snaps her head to his rigid body lingering in the doorway. She knows she is not going to be able to walk right out that door without another discussion, but she can't have this conversation on her knees, peering up at him and feeling so vulnerable. So, she quickly scrambles to her feet and folds her arms across her chest to glare at the man she has come to realize, she doesn't even know anymore.

"About what, Killian? Talk about how you humiliated me today? How you outed me in front of my parents, Henry, the whole damn town?!" She bellows, her voice ricocheting off the walls and attacking his ears, causing the pirate to wince. "Or maybe about how you grabbed me so hard, I have your fingerprints bruised on my elbow?" She snarls, leering at him with such disdain.