Emma's pov
We had gotten to the house about 8 pm.
"Listen you little brats. You are going to have to share a room. I don't have room for another nuisance anywhere else in the house understood Emma." She snarls at me spit literally splattering my face. I didn't say anything but nod.
I take snow to my room and I hear it lock. She always locked it at night so I couldn't run so she wouldn't loose her "merchandise".
Snow hears the lock too and turns around and tries to open it.
"Snow stop if she hears you she will come for us." I say pulling her away from the door.
"Emma does she lock you in here every night." I nod my head yes. All she does is gasp and I see sympathy in her eyes.
She then takes a look around my room if you could call it that. My bed was a broken down mattress on the ground with a sheet and a pillow.
The walls were bare and there was no furniture. There was no closet so I had all my clothes in one small duffle bag.
I also had my baby blanket barely peaking out from under my pillow.
Her face falls as she finishes looking around. "This is how you live Emma. Treated like a dog, underfed and and locked in." She says on the verge of tears.
"So much for the Princess life." I say grumbling.
"Listen snow we need to figure out a way back home." I say wanting to get the hell out of here.
"Right right so what were the potions that mixed." She asks I. A whisper not want
