Teenage Rebellion

Four

I smiled as I walked into my room seeing the 13 white roses, in a vase on my nightstand, from Emma. I was brought out of my happy thoughts for the blonde by the shrill ringing of my phone. After Emma came over yesterday, we came to a conclusion that we would try. I walked over to my nightstand and grabbed my phone, seeing it to be the blonde. I smiled and answered immediately. "Hello darling." "Reeeggg... Gina." "Emma? Are you drunk?" "I'm soooooorry. R-Ruby convincedddd me to go to a parrty. Please come n get me." "Emma baby, what the hell?! Okay. I'm coming. Where are you?" "I d-dunno." "Shit. Okay. I'll call Ms. French." "I lub youuuuuuuu." "I will see you soon, darling. Okay?" The call ended and I sighed before rubbing my temples exasperatedly. I went back to Henry's room and picked up the sleeping boy. It's only 8.30. How the hell could Emma already be so drunk? I carried Henry downstairs and to my car, putting him in his car seat. He didn't even stir. I leaned against the driver's door and pulled my phone out of my pocket. "Hello?" "Ms. French. Are you aware that your girlfriend convinced Emma to go to a party this evening? And now Emma is as drunk as Leroy? Emma isn't even of age!" "Shit. I didn't know Ruby was going to that party tonight." "Well, she did. And I need an address or something because I'm going to get Emma." "It's at the abandoned warehouse on the beach. And Mayor Mills, if you want to drop Henry off with me, feel free." "That would actually be very helpful." "I'm at home. He can stay tonight." "Thank you dear. I'll bring him over."

After dropping Henry off, I made my way to the beach. I found the abandoned warehouse and heard the loud bass of a song pumping in the air. I felt my anger grow again for the 22 year old who convinced my Emma to come to a party and get drunk. Wait. My Emma? Well, I guess she kind of is my Emma. Oh well. I parked my car before stomping to the building and going in, huffing angrily. I looked around, searching for Emma or Ms. Lucas. After a few minutes, I found the blonde about to take a shot. I made my way over and reached out and grabbed it, catching the glass in just enough time. Emma turned around and smiled. I set the shot glass down on a table and Emma wrapped her arm around my shoulders. "You came." She shouted, to be heard over the music. I nodded. "Yes I did. Now let's go." I said, wrapping my arm around her waist to keep her upright. We pushed through the crowd of drunk (and high) people and I took her to my car. "Where're we going." She mumbled. "We're going home." I said, softly. "Our home?" She asked, sounding excited. "Our home?" I asked, confused. "The manssssiiiioooon. Y'know 108 Mifflin. Or is it 180. Or 810. I dunno." She said and I smiled. She thinks of the mansion as home? "Yes. We're going to our home."

When we got home, I helped Emma in and immediately had her drink some water, then helped her up to my room. She laid down in my bed and I sighed. "Emma, sweety, don't you want to change clothes?" I asked, standing at the closet but looking at her. "Hnngggg I don't wanna move." She whined. I walked over to the bed and sighed. "Let's at least take your jeans off." I said, softly. She nodded and a tear dripped down her face. I wiped it away and she closed her eyes. I unbuttoned her jeans and she lifted her hips so I could pull them down. I pulled them down her legs and then pulled them off. I folded them up and set them on the chaise at the window. She's in a flannel shirt, so she should be comfortable enough. I moved to my closet and stepped out of my heels. I immediately changed from my black pants and light blue button up and into a short, light blue, silk nightgown. I went back to the bed and sat down on my side of the bed. I laid my hand on the top of Emma's head and massaged her scalp gently. Tears began falling from her eyes and I furrowed my eyebrows. "Emma, what's wrong?" I asked, softly. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sooooo stupid." Emma cried and I frowned. "Baby, sorry about what?" I asked, my voice full of concern. "I'm sorry i got drunk.  I'm sorry. I wanted tofeelbetter." She sobbed. I continued massaging her scalp and I took a deep breath. "Fee better about what, darling?" I asked, trying to figure this out. "Me. Feel better about me. I wantedto.. To kill myselfff. And I cut myself. I hate myself! I'm so sorry. Imso sorry Regina. I'm sorry." She sobbed and I felt my heart shatter in my chest. "Let me see your arms." I said, no louder than a whisper. She shook her head and her tears flowed heavily. "Emma." I said, a little more firm. She held her arms up and I unbuttoned the sleeve on her left arm. I pushed her sleeve up and gasped seeing the deep cuts all over her arm. I unbuttoned her right sleeve and my own tears built, seeing all the deep cuts. "No more. Okay? It's going to get better. And I'm going to be here to help you. Okay? Come here baby." I said and she moved into my open arms. I ran my fingers through her hair as I held onto her tight. "It's going to be okay." I whispered and she let out a sob. "I'm sorry." She said again. "Shh. It's okay." I whispered.

I woke up and Emma was wrapped around me, our legs tangled together under the blankets. I kissed her forehead and her eyes fluttered open, then she squinted. "Mm my head hurts." She mumbled, her voice pained. "I know baby. I'll get you some Tylenol and some water, and then you can go back to sleep for a little while." I said, softly. She nodded and I pulled away from her. She looked at me with soft eyes and I gave her a warm smile. "I'll be right back." I said as I got out of bed. She nodded and I went to my bathroom. I grabbed the bottle of Tylenol and poured two into my hand, then made a glass of water. I went back into my room and Emma was watching me with her eyes. I moved through the room and to her side of the bed and she sat up, grabbing the pills and water from me. She took the medicine and drank all the water before setting the glass down on the nightstand. "Will you stay in bed with me?" She asked, nervously and bit her lip. I smiled and nodded before getting in bed on my side. Emma leaned against me and I smiled again. "Can we talk about something?" Emma mumbled and grabbed my left hand in both of hers, playing with my fingers. "Of course, darling." I said and watched her closely. "I.. I'm really sorry. I.. I didn't plan on getting drunk but then... I just.." She said, trailing off. "Wanted to 'feel better'?" I asked, my voice soft. She closed her eyes and her breathing hitched. "Y-yeah... I.. I guess you know about that now." She mumbled. I nodded. "I'm going to be here trough it all. Okay? But darling, maybe you should go see Dr. Hopper. He's actually very helpful.. Don't you dare tell anyone I said that or you will regret it." I said with a smirk. She laughed lightly and my smirk turned into a smile. "Never, your highness." She said and I barked out a laugh. "I like that." I said, laughing. She smiled and turned to me. "I like your laugh." She said, softly. I smiled and bit my lip. "You're changing the subject." I said, almost a whisper as we both leaned in a little closer. "I'm gonna call him later. I promise." She mumbled. I smiled and gave her a peck on the lips. "Good." I mumbled and she kissed me again. And it wasn't like any other kiss. It was soft and slow and loving, yet still so so passionate. I pulled away, a devious smirk on my lips, then trailed my index finger over the shell of her ear. "Now. We have to talk about your punishment for underage drinking."