" i swear , how can i somehow be related to every single person in this entire goddamn town ? this town is literally so small there isn't even a mcdonald's ! "
in which the residents of storybrooke receive more than what they bargained for when th...
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LOTTIE DIDN'T KNOW HOW LONG SHE HAD BEEN CROUCHED IN THE ALLEY FOR. It had to have been hours by now. The rain had stopped, leaving the steady drizzle from the drain pipe that she dimly registered was somewhere over to her right.
She had a hand pressed against her chest feeling her heartbeats decrease as the minutes slowly ticked by. Her other hand kept her stable against the ground, a fingernail scratched the hard pavement. Her breath seemed like the loudest thing she had ever heard, its constant rhythym somewhat of a twisted melody to her ears.
Her boots were creased along where her feet were bent and she distantly hoped it wouldn't leave marks on the shoes. One hand trailed up to tightly grip her hair giving her a bit of pain to focus on. She flexed her feet out and clumsily fell back, drawing her knees to her chest. In this position it was easier to feel the dampness that was now soaking along her back and legs.
She began to regret running out before she had managed to grab her phone from the counter she had set it on. Perhaps freaking out and jumping out of the fire escape wasn't the best plan. She grazed one hand along the other, trying not to scratch at the deep-set scar.
As she focused her thoughts, anger once again managed to rear its ugly head and nip at her thoughts. What the hell was Emma freaking Swan doing in her house? She realised pretty quickly that it was likely all her dad's fault because when has Neal Cassidy ever been known for doing the rational thing.
Emma had spent the last sixteen years apart from them, but now, just as everything had gone to shit, she's decided to show up. Though, it's not really like anything truly has to change. Just because Lottie is her daughter doesn't mean that Emma is owed anything. None of them should actually expect anything from her. In this situation she has all the power. They want her forgiveness, her love. It's not like either of her parents deserve it, which leaves all the cards in her hand.
She had a few options to consider before getting out of the puddle she had managed to dump herself into during her panic. She could steal money, get on a plane to Europe and never come back. She could hope they were not still at the apartment, go back and lock them out forever. The last option was to go back and face the music, or more accurately, her parents.
If the old man from earlier was who she thought he was, she would likely be found even if she did choose to run. Was living a life on the run worth avoiding her parents? The answer was yes, of course.
No matter what she decided to do she needed to get into warmer clothes and before her brain truly caught up with her actions, her feet were dragging her back to the apartment.
This time it was Lottie who bumped into those in the street around her. Barely managing to utter out a few mumbled apologies as her brain worked over time to keep up with the thoughts that were swarming her.
Her mother, the woman who disappeared when she was younger than a year old is back? It isn't so far-fetched for Lottie to have believed that they would never see each other again. Though to be fair, she was only sent to jail for a few stolen watches and it's been a good eleven years since then. It was fairly juvenile to believe she would be in prison forever because of it. If Emma was in her house does that mean that she forgave Neal for everything he did? That thought was followed by a far amount of incredulity.
