At Last Part 2

Chapter 17 Day 1

Rumples POV
I wake slowly.
Not remember anything.
Then remembering everything.
I opened my eyes, to see Noah, laying sound asleep on my chest.
I must've fallen asleep whilst trying to get her off.
We both had a long day yesterday....
Last night I had a long shower, Noah with me, not letting her out of my sight.
By the time I was out, Oliver was already back,
Something cooking in the microwave, some milk heating on the small hob.
He'd brought back 2 cartons of milk and put them in the fridge and many packets of odd looking crisps called "Doritos" had been put in the cupboards.
He'd bought tea bags for me, also I noticed a couple of beers in the fridge.
I don't know how long he's planning on hiding us here.
Probably longer than I intend to stay...
I look to my left and gaze at the empty space beside me.
She should be here.
Softly sleeping beside me.
I picture her chest slowly rising and falling in a peaceful sleep.
We should be together, as a family.
Maybe getting up around now to set off for the city.
To see the sites.
As a family.
Belle would fall in love with the public libraries, broadway, all the shows - id never be able to drag her away.
But she's not.
It's to painful to look at the empty space beside me....
My eyes shift to Noah, sleeping soundly on my stomach.
I should probably get up and warm her some milk, she's bound to wake soon.
Gently, I lift her up and shifted her beside me.
Barely taking my eyes off her I get a pan out and place it on one of the hobs, pulling a carton of milk from the fridge.
Turning up the heat a little, i make my way back to Noah.
I pick her up and sit on the edge of the bed.
Two gentle taps made me look up.
Soon enough Oliver appeared.
"Good morning, how are you?" He came in, shutting the door behind him, carrying many plastic bags which he quickly dumped on the kitchen side.
"Oh!" He spotted the bubbling milk and moved the pan onto the unlit hob and switched the fire off.
"Uh...fine...." I sighed.
"Good," he smiled, bring me over Noah's milk in a bottle.
"...thanks...."
I watched him go though each plastic bag and place things in cupboards.
Mostly more of those Dorito things and things I'm more used to like cup soups and pot noodles.
"Why are you doing all this?" I couldn't help but ask again.
"Well, like I said yesterday, I've been where you are, I didn't have... the best childhood..." He looked a little sad.
His face suddenly perked up as he pulled something else out of a plastic bag.
"I swiped some bacon from the kitchen," he winked.
He laughed as he started to cook.
He asked me all sorts of questions.
Seems like a smart kid, his sandy blonde hair blonde hair curling at all ends, his excited blue green eyes darting everywhere.
He mustn't be more than 18, 19?
"Here ya go," he slid me a plate.
"Hope you don't mind, I made some for me too," he sat down next me.
Honestly, I'm kind of glad for the company...
"No, please," I said.
"Great..." He smiled, tucking in.
I'm not really hungry.
To many things are going around in me all at once.
"....you still don't know why I'm helping you, do you?" He smiled sympathetically.
"No, not really," I admitted.
"Mother died when she had me... She had me in a workhouse, I stayed there,for a while.... Then soon as I could, I was out of that horrible place.... Onto the streets, only 13 I was. All by myself, in the busiest city in the word.... Begging, stealing,..." His cheeks pinking as he said that, ashamed.
"I'm not proud of what I did.... But hopefully, by helping you and everyone else I can, I can make up for that," he smiled.
"It seems you've come a long way since then," I tried to reassure him.
He nodded appreciatively.
"Thank you."

Belles POV
Groggily, I wake up.
My cheek was pressed up against something cold and hard.
A bar.
I sat myself up, rubbing my eyes.
As they start to clear, I see the bright lights of the sheriffs station.
Oh god....
"Good morning...." I heard Emma's voice, then boots getting closer.
I coughed and cleared my dry throat.
"Water?" She held a glass through the bars.
"No thank you...." I hugged myself.
What happened last night, for me to end up here?
"You obviously don't remember what happened," she leaned against the bars.
I looked up at her and shook my head.
"Yeh...that's what alcohol does to you..." She laughed a little.
"What did I do?" I shivered.
My head is pounding....
"Nothing really, I just kept you here to make sure I knew you were safe," Emma smiled.
Safe?
"From what?"
"Yourself," she sighed.
My head dropped.
"I don't drink...." I put my head in my hands.
"I can see why... Don't worry Belle, considering what you've been through, I'm sure other people could have done a lot worse," she smiled.
"Can I, can I go now?" I asked.
She hesitated.
"Yeh... Yeh sure," she unlocked the doors and i walked out.
"Belle, just look after yourself, ok? If this happens again, i don't think I can be so nice..." She warned.
I nodded and quickly made my way out of there.
But where do I go now?

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