Besides the hurt, anger and confusion, Emma was disappointed. Disappointed that she had trusted a man again who just ended up breaking her heart. She hated to admit, but Emma was falling so very hard for him and was genuinely gutted she wasn't going to continue things further with him..

Once Emma got back to the Cooper household that afternoon, she was relieved when she saw both Alice and Hal had gone out. Emma needed some time to herself to get her head back into a good space without her sister's integration.

Coming into the house, Emma made her way straight upstairs and only realised that she wasn't completely alone when she saw Polly and Betty stood in the middle of the hallway, looking back at Emma worriedly.

"Jeez," Emma jumped when she spotted the two of them, having no idea they were even here, "you scared me. What's going on?"

"I've made my decision about the Blossom's," Betty informed her aunt.

"Our decision." Polly corrected her sister.

"Our decision," Betty repeated as Polly smiled lightly, "we're going to take them up on their offer."

"Oh wow," Emma was surprised to hear this, she wasn't so sure about it all now after what Fp had told her about Clifford, it was all so suspicious, "when are you going to break the news?"

"We've already told the Blossom's," Polly explained to her aunt, looking between her and her sister, "we're meeting up with them later on."

"I take it your Mom and Dad don't know?" Emma said.

"Not yet," Betty answered, looking a little sheepish, "I'm going to tell them later."

"Well, I hope it goes well.." She tried to be positive, but inside Emma was on the edge of crumbling over Fp and how messed up everything was right now.

Emma went to walk into her bedroom for some space and time to herself to deal with her emotions, but Polly and Betty called her back, preventing her from going any further into her own serenity.

"We were hoping you'd come with us later," Betty suggested to her aunt hopeful, "The Blossom's are coming to get Polly at Pop's in a couple of hours."

"Oh," Emma wasn't sure she was really up for going out anymore that day, Emma just wanted to hide from the world, "you don't need me. We can say goodbye here."

"I'd really love to have you there to say goodbye properly, Aunt Emma," Polly told her with a smile.

Emma couldn't say no to her nieces. They were too sweet for their own kind. Emma couldn't disappoint them for her own troubles. It would only be an hour maximum. She could be back home in no time.

"Alright," She nodded back in acceptance, "I'll be there."

Coming through Pop's dinner later that afternoon, Emma was nervous to not only be out in public after her so-called breakup, but also to actually be allowing to send her niece away the way she was behind her sister's back.

She felt like not only a bad friend, bad person, bad sister, but also a bad aunt. She felt a mess. Emma felt like a horrible person. But she had no idea how to convince the girls to back out of this idea otherwise.

There were no other options. Polly couldn't go back to the attic or live in the home. Both of them were out of the question. This was the only viable option.

Emma wished she had her money through to be able to afford a home for Polly to come to stay with her. She just didn't have that option right now. But it made her feel like a failed aunt for not being able to do so.

Betty, Emma and Polly took a seat up the counter to wait for Jughead, Archie and Veronica to show up, to which Emma only found out they were joining them on the ride over here. Emma was nervous to see Jughead again, but not only would he remind her of Fp, but also because of last night.

"Do you guys want anything? A shake? Some ice cream?" Emma asked the two of them.

"I'd love some ice cream, Aunt Emma!" Polly beamed back.

Emma nodded back at her with a smile, before looking at Betty, "Betty?"

"Uh, I'm good, thanks," Betty answered.

Emma called the waitress over and offered herself a coffee, as well as some ice cream for Polly whilst they waited. They didn't have to wait long before Veronica showed and shortly after Jughead and Archie did too.

Emma offered the teenagers a small smile, but tried to keep herself to herself, for the time being, she didn't want to really have a conversation with anyone right now, but it was kind of hard to avoid it because Emma was basically sending her niece away very soon.

"The Blossom's should be here soon," Betty said to them all after checking the time on the clock on the wall in the diner, "once we've talked things through with them, we'll call Mom and Dad."

"Are you nervous?" Betty then asked her older sister.

"I'm thankful," Polly told her sister, before looking around at them all, "at the home, the sisters said each of us had a guardian angel,"

Emma watched as her oldest niece reached over and took Betty's hand in her own, before saying, "You're mine, Betty."

Emma and the others smiled at this sweet sibling moment they were sharing, she was grateful herself to have such kind and thoughtful nieces, Emma was truly blessed to have the family she had and it made her realise how much she would miss them if she was to ever leave town again.

Emma couldn't imagine her life without them now.

"Uh, Emma," A voice broke her out of her gaze on her nieces, as she turned to look over at Jughead, "thank you, for, uh last night with my Dad."

"Oh," Emma pulled herself together at the mention of Fp, "it's fine. No worries."

"He can be a handful, but thank you." Jughead thanked her once more.

"Don't mention it." She said, truly meaning it.

Emma didn't want to think about Fp right now.

The sound of Pop's door ringing to alert them that someone had just entered, caused them all to turn and see Cheryl Blossom herself stroll into the diner, automatically coming over to them.

"Cheryl," Polly quickly rose to her feet at the sight of the teenager, as Cheryl's eyes drew to the bump Polly was carrying on her stomach, her hand hesitated over it, as Polly went on to say, "I'm so sorry about Jason, I know how much you loved him,"

Cheryl's eyes flickered to the floor at the mention of her brother, as Polly continued to speak to Cheryl, taking hold of the girl's hand in comfort, "And he always talked about how much he loved you."

Betty looked over at her aunt with a slight frown, before she spoke on behalf of them all, "Cheryl, where are your Mom and Dad?" She asked.

"You have to leave!" Cheryl quickly exclaimed, the panic suddenly evident in her voice, as Emma rose to her feet with worry, "now!"

"What's going on?" Emma asked with concern.

"My parents," Cheryl explained further, as they all looked on, "I don't think they want to help you."

"What are you talking about?" Betty asked, sharing the same fear as her aunt was right now.

"They want you out of the picture, Polly," Cheryl admitted to her, a look of panic suddenly came over Polly's face, "it's not safe for you with them. It's not safe for JayJay's baby."

"Where am I supposed to go?" Polly turned to her aunt and her sister, as she rambled on, "I can't go back to the attic."

Emma and Betty both hesitated, not sure what they could do now, this was their only option and both of them felt terrible they couldn't do more, but Emma didn't have enough funds to even buy herself a place, let alone a pregnant teenager.

"No," Veronica quickly cut in, causing them to look over at the raven-haired girl, "you don't have to, Polly. And don't worry about my Mom, Betty and Emma, she'll want to help."

Emma looked back at Veronica like she had just shot someone. Worse than being with the Blossom's was allowing her niece to stay with her sister-in-law. Emma felt her day was just getting worse. Now she was letting her niece go off to live with a woman she wanted to stay well clear from.

This was not ideal.

But what could she do?

Standing back in the Pembroke brought back another load of awful memories for Emma, it hadn't been that long ago she had been here to collect the money for her deal with Fp Jones, she thought it would be the first and last time she was there.

But here she was, standing with her two nieces, being let through into the Lodge home by the help of Veronica and she came face to face with Hermione, the woman she now worked with, despite trying her best to get away from anything to do with the Lodges.

Hermione was not only surprised to see the Cooper daughters, but also to see Emma stood there. Once Veronica explained the situation to her, it all became very clear to Hermione why they were all there and it wasn't voluntarily for Emma's sake.

"Of course you can stay," Hermione assured Polly, giving her a too sweet smile for Emma's liking, "as long as you need. Anything for Alice Cooper's daughters."

Emma grumbled inside at how all too kind Hermione was being when she knew her true colours and they weren't pretty. But this was the best option or if not there only option. It was better for Polly than being the Blossom's, even if Emma hated the idea of her niece being with a Lodge.

"Thank you, Mrs Lodge." Polly thanked her.

"Thank you, Veronica." Betty then thanked her best friend for doing this for them.

"Yeah." Veronica nodded back, ensuring them it was fine.

"You're welcome, girls," Hermione told the two teenagers, before saying to Polly, "and please, now that we're going to be roommates, Polly, it's Hermione,"

Hermione began to move over to the living room space of the luxury apartment room, "Please, come make yourself at home."

Polly and Betty began to follow Veronica through the apartment and towards the bedrooms, leaving Hermione alone with Emma, whether it was by accident or not, neither of them wanted to have this conversation.

"I take it you already know about Lodge Industries and Andrew's Constructions." Hermione broke the ice.

Emma nodded, "How could I not know? I'm Fred's assistant."

"And John's wife," Hermione smirked over the top of her wine glass.

"Wow. Really?" She glared back at Hermione, not in the mood for this crap, "thanks for bringing that up when my nieces are through in the other room."

"Well, they'll start to wonder why their aunt is on a downward spiral when our favourite Lodge men come to town to work with Andrew's Constructions." Hermione taunted her.

"Hopefully that day won't come anytime soon," Emma responded, though she was dreading it when it did, "they both deserve to pay for what they have done."

Hermione smirked again, as she added, "don't we all?"

"I'll figure it out," She promised not only Hermione but herself on the matter, "they won't stop me."

"Will Fp be something you consider?" Hermione then said, completely throwing Emma and because of their 'breakup', it was like a kick to the stomach.

"W-what?" Emma choked out.

"You know, Fp, will he make you want to stay working with Fred?" Her sister-in-law asked her.

Not wanting to give into Hermione's presumptions, Emma frowned and answered in confusion, "I don't understand."

"Oh c'mon," Hermione went on to say like it was obvious, "a young attractive woman like yourself, a dark mysterious man like him, it's an affair waiting to happen.."

Emma couldn't help but scoff, not because it was wrong, but because it had somewhat happened and had annoyingly failed. Having this conversation with Hermione was making this break up a lot harder than she ever thought it would be.

"You want to talk about affairs?" She began to say, the anger clear in her tone, her emotions still all over the place, "what about you and Fred Andrew's? I'm sure Hiram would love to know all about that."

Before a stunned Hermione could speak up to defend herself, the teenagers came back through into the room, totally oblivious to what had just gone on between the two adults in the room, as they shone them a forced smile after their heated debate.

"How did you get on?" Emma asked her oldest niece.

"I think I'll like it here." Polly smiled back at her aunt, before pulling her sister into a hug from beside her.

Emma slowly took the keys out of the ignition of her car later that afternoon, as they pulled up outside their home, both Betty and Emma were dreading going inside and breaking the news to Alice and Hal.

But neither of them were feeling very brave enough to go in there and admit that they had been seeing Polly these last few days, as well as that she was now living with the Lodge's at the Pembroke.

"We'll get through this together," Emma told her niece, as Betty stared up at the house from the passenger seat worried, "we just have to be honest with them."

Betty slowly nodded, "I promise I'll stick up for you if my Mom starts to blame you."

"You don't have to," She assured her niece, knowing Alice was the least of her concerns right now because Emma was feeling awful enough already, "but thanks, Betty."

"I guess if they disown us, then we could just go join Polly with Veronica and her Mom." Betty half-joked, but they both knew it was possible Alice and Hal would be so furious they'd throw at least one of them out.

"I'm sure we'll be ok." Emma tried to remain optimistic.

Just as the two women were about to brave it and exit the vehicle to go face the music with Alice and Hal, Emma's cell phone began to ring out in the car, causing Betty to look back at her aunt and Emma to fumble in her pocket to bring out the ringing device.

Once she managed to, the call cut off, a frown coming over her face when she saw an unknown number on the screen, "Uh, you go inside," Emma told her niece, wanting to find out whom it was, "I'll catch you up."

Betty did as she was told and made her way inside, whilst Emma tried to recall the unknown number back, a little worried as to who was trying to contact her on a restricted number on a Saturday.

But as soon as Emma heard the ringing of the call come to a stop, the sound of an automated voice filled the other line, the call was forwarded to a very familiar prison, causing a horrible uneasy feeling to wash over her.

Emma wanted so badly to quickly end the call, but her fingers were frozen on the cell phone in her hand, as she listened to the automated voice stop and the sound of someone breathing down the other end of the phone filled her ear.

"Emma," She heard his voice, causing her stomach to drop and her heart begin to race, "Emma?"

Emma couldn't speak, she was in shock and beating herself up inside not ending the call, but she just felt frozen. She couldn't move. Emma was surprised she was even still breathing because it was heavy and she was nearly shaking with fear.

"I know you're there, Emma," The very familiar nerving voice spoke up again, as she remained seated in the car, "I can hear you breathing."

Emma shut her eyes at the sound of his voice, hoping this was just some kind of nightmare and not actually happening. She was so convinced someone was out to try to dampen her day and ruin her life. This couldn't be happening right now.

But Emma had to remember the woman she had become the moment she left New York and arrived in Riverdale. She was strong and determined. Not scared. Not to be messed with. She was powerful.

"What do you want, John?" She finally plucked up the courage to speak out.

"Well it's nice to finally hear your voice, Emma," John remarked, the amusement clear in his voice.

"Cut the bull shit, John," Emma snapped, as she reopened her eyes, she wasn't in the mood for his games, "what do you want?"

"Why do you think I want anything?" He went on to say, pretending to act innocent, but Emma knew him too well, "I've got everything I need, well except one thing."

"If this has anything to do with me.." She went to say, but he quickly cut in.

"Oh it has everything to do with you, Emma," John explained, a sick feeling come over her, dreading what he wanted with her, "my lawyer never heard back from you about your take on our new business adventure."

"You mean yours and Hiram's dirty work in Andrew's Constructions?" Emma responded bitterly.

He chuckled lightly at her response, "I understand you want to stick up for your friend Fred during all of this, but you would sit so much better on the other side of this."

"I already told you that day, John, I am out. I am out of everything. The business. Your life. Our marriage, all of it. I am done." She reminded him in a stern tone.

"But think how much you would soar back working with Lodge Industries," John tried to manipulate her more, "we could do everything you've always wanted. You think Fred could give you that?"

"He would do a better job at it than you ever would, John." Emma spat.

"That's not true, Emma," He kept his tone gentle and soft, just like he always did whenever he tried to get her to do something she didn't want to do, it was the perfect persuasion, but it wasn't going to work on her, "you know how much I gave you. A generous place to live, a family and security, friends, whatever you wanted, trips abroad.."

"None of those things matter to me, John." She breathed in annoyance.

"Oh c'mon, Emma. Remember our little romantic trip to Paris a couple of years ago," John was now trying to jog her memory, but those memories just made her feel sick now, "you loved it and said how you wanted to stay there forever, just the two of us, in that expensive penthouse suite you could have all of that again."

"Goodbye, John."

Emma was tired of listening to him trying to worm his way back into her life. She wasn't going to allow it anymore. She had promised herself not to go back there and this was her using that strength to walk away again.

"Emma, wait.." John tried to get her to listen to him one last time before she ended the call, "please. We need you. I need you."

"You don't need me. You've never needed me. And I don't need you either." Emma told him bluntly.

"Please, Emma." He tried to beg her again.

"Goodbye, John."

This time Emma took the phone away from her ear and hit the hung up button, stuffing it back into her pocket and letting out a frustrated sigh.

What the hell had just happened?

Or what the hell had gone on today?

Everything was such a mess. It could not get any worse.

It wasn't until she got out of the car and put her two feet down onto the pavement that Emma realised her body was shaking from that phone call. Not so much in fear, but in anger and upset, that she had John still trying to get back into her life, even when she had sternly told him no so many times.

She really was dreading the day he turned up in Riverdale.

Despite her family and Fred, Emma was running out of ideas as to why she should stay. Maybe her breakup from Fp or whatever had happened, was enough to make her rethink staying and that going away was the better option before it was too late.

Just as she walked up the front path to the porch, her phone beeped in her pocket and she wanted to ignore it, but there was still this nagging feeling inside of her, that it would be Fp wanting to change his mind.

As she pulled it out, a deep frown formed on her forehead when she saw it was a message from the bank. She clicked on it and her eyes widened when she saw a hefty sum of money had been deposited in her bank just under a minute ago.

Emma knew this wasn't some coincidence.

This was John's doing.

It had done it to prove a point to her. That he could provide her with money. He would be able to give her the life she supposedly had wanted. But John didn't understand that Emma didn't want that life anymore.

Nor did she want him.

John was willing to pay the price to win her back and have her back in his life, but all she really wanted was Fp no matter what the price was.

Emma made herself known when she came through the front door of the Cooper home. But she really didn't want to make conversation right now. All she wanted to do was sleep off the madness of the day and the reality of what her life had become.

She was about to make her way into her room when Betty came out of her bedroom and told Emma that she needed to talk to her.

"What is it?" She asked her niece.

"It's about the whole Polly thing.." Betty informed her in a quiet tone.

"What?" Emma frowned, she really wasn't in the mood for any more drama.

"I was thinking that maybe we should wait to tell my parents," Betty put the idea to her, "I just think after today, it's the right thing to do for Polly."

She slowly nodded back at her niece, "I'm cool with that."

She didn't know how long she had been sleeping for until the sound of someone knocking lightly at her bedroom door broke her out of her slumber. Emma was laid out on the top of her bed, a blanket around her body and the darkness of the night's sky now coming through her window.

"Emma," She heard her name being called from the other side of the door, the ceiling belonging to her older sister, Alice, "Emma, are you there?"

Emma slowly sighed as she carefully climbed off the bed and came over to open the door up. When she came face to face with Alice, her older sister looked back at her a little surprised to see her sleepy state.

"Dinner's ready," Alice informed her, looking back at her sister with worry, "are you alright?"

"Yeah. I was just sleeping." Emma admitted.

"Well c'mon, I cooked your favourite," Alice explained, as she beckoned her to come downstairs, "you must be hungry."

"I'll be down in a minute." She told her older sister, as Alice went back downstairs to serve the meal.

Emma went over to the mirror in her bedroom and took in her appearance. She looked a mess. Exactly how she felt. A mess. Her hair was all over the place, her makeup was smudged under her eyes, her clothes were creased from laying around, she looked miserable and exhausted.

She couldn't even be bothered to hide how she was feeling. Emma knew it was going to get a lot of questions. But she would just make excuses like she always did. Because it was better than explaining the truth.

Like how her niece was staying with her sister-in-law, a sister-in-law that she fought with at every given moment and no one knew the two were related, whilst this same niece was being hidden away from her sister and brother-in-law, who would probably kill her if they found out about.

Then there was her messy relationship with Fp Jones, that had started off as sexual encounters with a man named Jones, not realising he was the guy she was supposed to be doing her last deal with on behalf of Hiram Lodge.

Then she stupidly acted on her feelings and went after a man, who ended up just being as bad as her previous partner, although he felt so much harder to forget because she never got a proper chance with him and her emotions with her were still so raw.

Unlike the emotions, she felt for her husband, who she hoped once he was out of jail would be her ex-husband. Emma thought she would be done with John once he was in prison, but now he was calling her from inside and trying to toy with her to come back to his world.

It was all such a big fat mess.

Coming through into the dining room, Betty and Hal were already sat up the table waiting, they both greeted Emma when she came in. All she could manage was a small smile, before taking a seat up the table with them.

"I heard you had a late night last night." Hal started up a conversation with Emma, she really did not want to have.

"Uh yeah," Emma coughed awkwardly, as she reached for some water, "I lost track of time."

"Where did you go?" He asked her.

Alice clearly hadn't informed her husband of Emma's unplanned night out last night.

"Uh, I just went for a late night coffee run with Fred and then I had to take one of our new workers home, Fp. Jughead's Dad." She explained uneasily.

"Fp Jones, ey," Hal repeated in a tone that sounded almost like he was implying something, as Emma and Betty watched him nervously, "did Fp invite you in for a drink?"

"Dad!" Betty exclaimed, not liking what he was implying.

He was Jughead Dad's and she didn't want her own father bad mouthing him, even if it would confirm her niece suspicions about Emma and Fp's relationship.

"No," Emma quickly lied, he hadn't exactly invited her in for a drink, but Emma had been inside for more than a drink on several occasions, "I had to pull over on the way home as I nearly crashed out at the wheel. I was exhausted and didn't think I'd fall asleep on the roadside."

"Just as adventurous as you were as a teenager, Emma." Her brother-in-law remarked.

Before any more could be said, Alice came through into the kitchen carrying their dinner on a large serving plate. At the sound and sight of the food, Emma felt her nose turn and her stomach clench, she really did not have an appetite that night, even if it was her favourite meal.

"Who's hungry?" Alice asked her family, as she laid the plate down in the middle.

"Me!" Betty answered.

"Starving," Hal said rubbing his hands together.

At the silence of her sister, Alice looked down at Emma and saw how off colour she looked, but just presumed it was from her late night and the nap she had just woken up from, so she tried her best to cheer her up.

"Emma, you can go first. Help yourself," Alice encouraged her sister, as she went to crack open some wine for them, "there's plenty to go round."

Emma slowly nodded in regards, before reaching over to take some food for herself and deposit on her plate, whilst Alice began to fill the three adults in the room glasses with red wine and Betty poured herself some juice.

"Did you hear that Emma gave Fp Jones a ride home last night, Alice?" Hal brought the subject back up again.

Even just the constant reminder of Fp and what had gone on last night, caused Emma to flinch and drop the serving spoon down onto the serving plate hard, causing her family to jump back with a startle.

Emma didn't even apologise, as she quickly picked up her now glass of red wine and took a large swig from the contents of it, just needing something to drown out the feelings and thoughts that had been circling her head all day.

"Are you ok, Aunt Emma?" Betty questioned her with worry.

"Everything's fine, Betty." She faked a smile back at her niece.

Alice and Hal looked between each other, finding this behaviour from Emma quite odd, but her older sister was trying to give her the benefit of the doubt these days, not wanting to pry and cause Emma to leave again.

"Your Aunt's just tired," Alice tried to ease her daughter's concerns regarding her aunt, as she came to sit next to Betty on the other side of the table, "it's been a busy couple of weeks for all of us."

"Yeah with Polly going missing and the back and forth for you, Emma," Hal tried to calm everyone that night, but it was a lame attempt for a girl who was spiralling, "we all just need some time.."

"Time?" Emma found herself scoffing under her breathe with a bitter chuckle following after.

She didn't need time. Emma just needed to get the hell out of this mess right now. Time wasn't an option.

Alice raised her brows up at her sister's remark, it had been loud enough for her to hear and she was beginning to grow impatient with her sister's behaviour, "Care to share?"

Emma looked over at Alice and just by the look on her sister's face was enough for Emma to stand up from the table, before quickly storming out of the room and heading straight for the front door, not even caring for her appearance right now.

"Emma!" She heard her sister yell as Emma grabbed her keys and jacket from the hall.

Emma ignored the calls that followed after not only her sister, but also Hal and Betty as she stormed out of the house. She couldn't take it anymore. Emma was like a ticking time bomb that night waiting to go off.

And she wouldn't let her family be a witness to that.

It was best she got the hell out of there before Emma would end up having to be more open with them than she ever planned on being.

Getting into her car, Emma sped away from the house and headed towards town, she needed to find the nearest bar, order a round of drinks and drink the night away, to just numb these feelings.

She had done the exact same thing when John and Hiram went arrested. Emma grabbed the closest wine out of the wine rack and drunk the whole thing on her lonesome in the middle of a trashed luxury suite in the apartment block they lived in.

Now it was her doing the same exact thing again, but this time in a bar, with no contact to the outside world other than the bartenders and public who were also drinking the night away. She couldn't face anyone else that she knew that night.

Emma prayed hard no one would come looking for her.

Pressing her hand into the cold hard brick wall beside her, Emma placed her body up against it as her head hung low and her eyes tried to adjust to the darkness of the night surrounding her, as she struggled to stand on her own two feet.

At the sound of voices in distances, Emma tried her best to lift her head up and meet with the people now approaching her, her eyes still were finding it hard to focus on anyone, her balance all over the place as she leant against the wall for support.

Brushing her hair away from her face, Emma quickly rubbed her eyes and managed to focus herself enough to look back at the group of people now stood in front of her, but in her current state, she had no clue who they were.

All she knew is that she felt lost.

Because stupidly enough Emma had no recollection of the time or even where she was right now. She had never been so blind drink in all her life. Emma was feeling so vulnerable right now, she couldn't even stand up without something helping her.

Why had she done this to herself?

She didn't even realise in her non-sober state that the people who had once been a distance away were now trying to talk to her, but her head kept rolling around on her neck, almost like she was struggling to keep conscious, the booze in her veins making her want to fall hard on the floor.

But the people who were with her, their intentions unknown to her, were completely confused and within a matter of seconds, when Emma felt her whole world go to plunge her into darkness, as she felt her body begin to get weak and her vision to worsen.

Her body was gently scooped up by someone a lot more stronger and taller than she was, before she was being carried somewhere, her sober mind at the back of her brain, wanting to scream and shout for this person to let go of her, because she really had no clue where she was or what they were doing with her.

But with the state she was in, Emma couldn't even bring herself to keep her eyes open as she drifted in and out of a slumber, the alcohol taking its full effects, as her body was put in the back of a truck and drove the hell out of there.

The only remains that she was there was her car parked a few blocks down, where she had begun drinking earlier on in the night before she did a bar crawl further down the busy party street like she was some teenager on a spring break weekend.

But she was a twenty-seven-year-old woman, whose husband was in jail and trying to manipulate her, that man she wanted had pushed her out and was involved in a murder, her pregnant niece was staying with the sister-in-law no one knew was hers, whilst her family were kept out of all of this, the secrets and lies were far too much.

No one she had drunk so much that night.

Emma slowly found herself coming round a little while after she began to lose consciousness, only this time, the brick wall she had been using to stand herself up against was no longer there, instead, Emma was in the back of some truck all alone.

Even in her drunken state, Emma felt anxious about her whereabouts, as she tried her best to try to sit herself up the best she could. It took her several attempts and a lot of grunting, but she managed to prop herself against the back of the seats.

Her blurry eyes looked through the windows of the truck, seeing that she was still somewhere in town. It wasn't until her eyes focused on a sign across the street, that Emma realised just where she was.

But she wanted to be anywhere but there that night.

Emma didn't want to be on the South Side of town. It would be too near Fp and all her painful memories. She needed to get the hell out of there and find somewhere to stay the night, even if it was back at the Cooper household, Emma would have the excuse until the morning that she was too drunk to explain her reasons for storming out and ending up like this.

Plus she had no idea who had took her here and what they wanted from her. It could have been for anything and even drunk, Emma knew that she wasn't going to let herself be a part of whatever sick joke would go on here.

Grabbing hold of the door handle, she tried to open it but cursed when it wouldn't open and it was actually locked. Emma began to freak out, thinking she was going to be stuck in here all night until whoever had taken her would be coming back for her.

Leaning forward, Emma leant her drunken body up against the seat in front of her and moved her hand around until it fell on the button on the door, which would unlock and allow her to get out of the car.

Using her senses the best she could, Emma breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the truck unlock and she quickly tried her best to open the door again. This time it successfully opened and Emma swung the door back.

Now she just had to get out of there.

Using all the energy and strength she had right then, Emma quickly swung her legs out of the truck and went to put her heeled foot down onto the ground below, when it wobbled and her whole balance was thrown off again.

Why had she worn heels that day?

How was she supposed to walk straight in them drunk?

Trying her best again to get out of the car, Emma took hold of the door and used it to steady her, as she put her feet slowly down onto the ground and then took the courage to jump out of the truck.

Her balance was off again as her body tried to stand up, she felt her head spin as she now stood out of the car and it wasn't long before she crashed down onto the concrete below her, wincing when her knee hit the surface, wounding it instantly.

Groaning at the pain and how useless she felt in this moment, Emma carefully tried to lift her head up to look up, wanting to know where she was now and how she could go from here because even though it had been a struggle, she had at least got out.

Her eyes widened when they focused on what was in front of her, the Whyte Worm coming into full view, as she brushed some hair out of her face again, hoping she wasn't seeing things right now.

But Emma had ended up at the bar that Fp owned as the leader of the South Side Serpents, whoever had got her into the truck had brought her to the one place she couldn't be back at, especially not like this.

As she sat herself up against the front of the truck, Emma managed to take in more of her surroundings, not just the Whyte Worm sign outside the bar. She could make out a group of bikers parked out front like they always were.

Her eyes flickered down to the bleeding cut now on her knee from where she had fallen, causing her to let out a loud sob, feeling completely worried and stuck right now, in this awful state in a place she didn't want to come to ever again.

Upon hearing the sounds of loud crying from afar, Sweetpea from outside the Whyte Worm looked across the parking lot at the woman now sat outside the truck one of the Serpents and a few of the others had driven in not too long ago after they had found her drunken on the roadside.

He felt confused as to how she had managed to get out and was now sat in the middle of the parking lot beside the truck sobbing, causing him to quickly bring out his cell phone and make a call to see what the hell was taking so long to get her out of there.

Emma ran her fingers through her knotted and frizzy blonde locks, as she began to panic about what the hell she was going to do, an angered feeling rising up inside of her at her own stupid actions, but also that she had ended up in this mess in the first place.

She didn't know whether it was because she was outside Fp's bar or because her mind kept coming back to him, but Emma was channelling all her anger towards him right now.

Emma let out another loud cry, as she began to ramble on to herself, getting louder with each word, "This is all your fault! If I had just left when I had the chance I wouldn't be in this freakin' mess!"

"And now look at you! You freakin' coward!" Emma continued to yell and cry, not even caring who heard right now because she was already far too embarrassed for getting herself in this state, "you said you would choose me! And you left! You walked away! You deserve to suffer!"

The pain and hurt were evident in Emma's voice, as she continued to yell abuse aimed at Fp out loud through the sobs that also were escaping her lips, all the built-up upset she felt regarding her split from Fp was coming out now at the one place it shouldn't have.

Her cries and yelling came to a sudden halt when she saw in the distance, the man himself break out of the bar and came to a halt at the entrance, Sweetpea slowly coming over to him, the teenager concerned when he saw the look of worry on Fp's face.

"For god sake.." Fp murmered under his lips, as he pushed past the bikers and marched his way over to the broken woman.

Emma saw Fp approaching her and she felt herself almost close herself in, almost like to protect herself from the man who had broken her heart, that was now coming towards her in such a fast and angered looking pace.

She didn't want him to be the one to fix her.

Emma didn't want to talk to him or see him. She didn't want him to be apart of any of that anymore. Emma wanted to do it for herself by herself. Emma didn't need him. She wouldn't need him.

When Fp reached her, he looked down at the woman who he so used to having such confidence and daring look on her face, but this time he was instead met with a vulnerable, confused and clearly hurting Emma.

Without even wanting to hash out any words with her and wanting her to just be out of this mess, Fp quickly grabbed hold of her wrists and gently tried to get her to stand on her feet with his help.

But even though she wanted to get up and get out of there, Emma didn't want him to help her right now, so she did all she could to keep on the floor and him not touching her, because his touch didn't even feel the same as it once did.

"Get the hell off of me!" She spat at him.

Fp grumbled as she tried to pull herself out of his grip, "Stop being stupid and let me help you!"

"I don't want your help, Fp Jones!" Emma hissed, as she struggled.

"You're disturbing my night," He called back at her, not in the mood for her childish behaviour, "now get up!"

It had only been last night he had been in her position and he had so nearly got himself blind drunk today, but he had to focus on what was important, but Emma had clearly done the polar opposite.

"Just leave me alone, Fp!" She yelled at him again.

Fp was trying so hard not to retaliate back more than he already was, so instead of giving in to her and fighting with her, he easily managed to pull her up onto her feet, before hooking an around her waist and getting her to lean her hand on his shoulder to steady herself.

Emma rolled her head to look up at him, their eyes slowly coming to meet, her pained and drunken ones with his concerned and frustrated ones. It felt like time around them had stood still as they took another one in.

If this had been in different circumstances, a kiss would have most definitely been shared, that same attraction was still there. But after everything, they couldn't go there and certainly not with Emma in the state she was in.

"I-i-i don't need you." Emma tried to tell him, but more importantly she was trying to convince herself that she didn't.

"H-how do you expect to get yourself home, huh?" Fp pointed out to her, as they stood in the parking lot, "you can't even put one foot in front of the other. There's no way you're getting yourself home."

"I don't want you anywhere n-n-near my house, Fp!" She told him straight even though she was drunk.

Alice would flip if Fp was the one bringing Emma home that night.

Fp huffed in annoyance at how it had to be this way between them and how her showing up like this had ruined his time trying to forget her, "Then let me at least call someone to come pick you up."

"No!" She quickly shook her head, before she slurred, "I-ii don't have my c-cell.."

He looked back at the bar and his crew that were watching on from the entrance, before turning back to look down at Emma, his arm still latched onto her whilst her hand lightly rested on his shoulder.

"Then hold on."

Fp wasted no time in scooping her up in his arms, ignoring her attempts for him to put her down, as he began to carry her across the parking lot and over to his own truck, as he called Sweetpea over to help him.

The teenager came jogging over to see where he could help out, as Fp and he both reached the truck. Emma still in Fp's arms, kicking and screaming abuse at him, the hurt over their breakup still very much on her drunken mind, as well as her previous sober one, she just wanted him to put her down.

But even though Fp had pushed her out of his life and had made the choice to walk away from their potential romance, he couldn't just put her in a cab and hope she'd end up back home. Fp had to take matters in his own hands and ensure the woman he still cared for was safe.

Sweetpea opened up the passenger door of the truck for Fp, as he went to put Emma inside and leant over her to put on her seatbelt. Emma grabbed hold of his wrist and pushed him away, trying to get him to stop, she wanted to run from him, just like she had always wanted to do with John.

But she was using Fp as the chance she never got, when the man was nothing like John in some ways, he was actually trying to look out for her, but Emma didn't want him to.

Fp managed to force the seatbelt around Emma and click it in place before he leant up and with the help of Sweetpea, the two men had to shove the door shut and lock it, before Emma kicked her way out of it.

He never had seen her act this way before. It was like she was a completely different person. And Fp began to wonder if he turned into such a monster when he was drunk.

"W-what's wrong with her?" Sweetpea turned to his boss with a worried look.

Fp sighed and ran his fingers over his hair, "It's a long story. Can you let Tall Boy know his trucks open?"

Sweetpea nodded before he stepped out of the way and allowed Fp to go round to get in the driver's door of his truck, going back to face Emma, who he knew would be like a nightmare the whole ride.

But he had no choice.

She wasn't letting him take her home, nor did she supposedly have her cell on her. Fp had run out of options. He had to get her to a safe place and to sober her up before Fp could allow her to get herself home.

"Why are you doing this?!" Emma questioned him, as he started up the truck and began to reverse out of there, "Why won't you let me go?!"

"This is for your own good!" Fp shot back.

"My own good?" She repeated in disbelief, before a drunken laugh followed, "you wouldn't know a thing about that.."

Fp decided to ignore the dig she had made at him, knowing she was just hurting and wasn't thinking properly right now. He could take the abuse. Fp gave himself enough of that already, so it wouldn't make a difference hearing it from someone else.

But he couldn't lie and said it didn't sting hearing it from someone like her.

After they pulled out of the parking lot and Fp headed to the trailer park, Emma used his silence as more fuel for her fire in taking him down that night, as she piped up again with another round of abuse.

"You promised me that you would pick me over your wife! But you already proved to me that you chose her and your so-called family," Emma rambled on, tears falling from her eyes, "I thought...I thought you were different."

"Don't do this, Emma." He warned her, not wanting to go over this again.

The decision had been made. They were over.

"Why?" She sobbed back, before shaking her head, "at least I care, Fp! You never cared."

"Of course not," Fp responded dryly.

"You know you didn't! I was just some girl you used for your own pleasure and once you had enough, you got rid of me.." Emma cried on.

"Think what you want.." He grumbled.

"Is that all you have to say?" She whispered the hurt had never been clearer.

"It won't change anything, Emma!" Fp flipped, his own burnt up anger and hurt about all of this was getting to him, "you don't need me, Emma! So stop acting like you do to try hurt me."

Emma stared back at him in disbelief, "I..I..should have never trusted you."

"Neither should I." He looked back at her briefly.

Shaking her head again in complete shock at all of this, Emma turned her drunken head to look out the window, sighing in frustration when she realised that they were heading back to his, another place Emma really did not want to be that night.

The rest of the ride was silent. Almost too silent for Fp's liking after how she had been acting beforehand.

He even presumed she was asleep when they pulled up outside his trailer not long after. Fp slowly turned off the engine and pulled the key out of the truck. He slowly turned to look at her, seeing her not even flinch or move after the car had stopped moving.

Taking a chance, Fp slowly leant over to pull some hair away from her face, where he saw her silently resting in the seat beside him. Sighing with mixed emotions, knowing it would be hard to get her out of the car, either if she was still awake and yelling or now with her slumber state.

Quietly getting out of the truck, Fp came round to her side and pulled open the door, Emma shuffled slightly at the noise, but didn't open her eyes until she was back in Fp's arms again, her eyes flickering open to meet with his own, before she found herself wrapping her arms around his neck to hold on tighter.

Fp was thankful for her cooperation this time, as he climbed up the steps to his trailer front door and opened it up. Once he had got her inside and down on the couch, Fp quickly ran back outside to lock his truck and then he came back into a deal with her.

Emma was more awake now as she leant against the back of the couch in a slumped position, looking the soberest she had been all night. But she was far from the girl that had walked out on him earlier that day.

Fp went to grab her a glass of water and something to eat to try help shift this intoxicated feeling from her. When he came back, Emma reluctantly took the drink from him and the bag of chips.

"Sorry, that's all I had in." He apologised, breaking the silence but not the awkwardness.

Emma shrugged back at him, before taking a small sip from her water, the coldness instantly soothing her dry and raw throat from the alcohol, screaming and crying. Fp came and took a seat down on the armchair, both of them thinking the roles had been reversed compared to the previous night.

Fp had been sat on the couch the drunken mess and her in the armchair watching on, but now it was the other way round and neither of them liked being in either position, but it somehow had ended up that way.

Author note: Hello! Back with another part. I really hope you're enjoying this story so far. Thank you so so so much for reading and supporting if you do.

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