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I couldn’t stop shaking. Hook held me tightly, sending a dirty look to my father. As awkward as that would’ve been under normal circumstances, I was too traumatized to care. “You’re going to give the girl a bloody heart attack.” Hook hissed. My eyes fell closed as I tried to control my breathing. Needless to say, I probably wouldn’t be able to walk out of this nightmare and head home anytime soon. David sighed. “Let’s take her back, she should talk to Neal..” A frustrated groan fell from my lips. “Who’s Neal? You don’t need to talk about me like I’m not even here. I’m not a child, I can take care of myself.” Hook chuckled. “I’m sorry, darling, but you’re not looking too self-sufficient at the moment.” He smirked as I flushed pink and pulled away. “Neal is your brother, Baelfire, Bae.” David answered as he walked to the edge of the cave, pulling back a thick curtain of vines. The leafy covering of foliage revealed a hole in the wall. A crudely shaped door. “Why does he have three names? And where is back?” “She’s very full of questions isn’t she?” Hook smiled genuinely. “Like Milah.” I began to wonder what had gone on between Hook and my mother. “It’ll be easier to explain when we get back to Snow, Emma, Neal and Henry.” David walked through the door, pulling his sword out of its sheath. “Snow? As in Snow White? Seriously.” I laughed. “I guess that makes you Prince Charming, eh?” He smirked. “I guess so.” We all followed his through the door. “Why do you need that sword?” I murmured nervously as we walked down the dimly lit hallway. “Regina..” “Who’s-” “The evil queen..” My father answered coldly. Oh. Lovely. After about an hour of walking in awkward silence, we came upon a weathered wooden door. David grip... ... middle of paper ... ....” I groan. “So, I take it this is Neal.. and you didn’t even tell him?” I turn to Rumpelstiltskin. “Yes, that’s Bae. Congratulations dearie, you figured it out.” He hissed and walked away. Neal looked over, confused. “What didn’t he tell me?” “Well, according to your father and the pirate, I’m your sister…” Hook huffed behind me. “I have a name, you know.. Killian.” Neal’s eyes widened. “I don’t have a sister…” “Your mother came back one evening, begging for forgiveness..” Rumpelstiltskin hissed. “I thought she was serious, but the next morning she ran back to her pirate, taking all our money with her” He glared at Killian. Killian’s eyes widened. Neal took a step back. “You’re lying.” He whispered, glancing from me to Rumpelstiltskin. I awkwardly looked at the ground. Apparently my mother was in some interesting relationships.

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