Falling In Love

Part 5

It was Sunday night. Emma sat on her window sail, with her book laid openly flat. The warm summer air just got much astounding when she saw the brunette walking on the sidewalk to granny's. The blonde's lips turned into a smile, as she watched regina's beautiful figure sway from hip to hip. She looked down at her journal and started to write.

Dear, my crappy life or not so crappy anymore. I have found the right family who will take good care of me. Mary Margaret and David are wonderful people. I been living here for over a year now, nothing bad has not happened. I hope it stays that way. I had a tough time on my first, second, days at school. Of course I should expected this to happen, but I never expected to fall in love. Yes, what does a 16 year old know anything about love, well let me tell you story. As a baby, I was three months old. I was found on the side of the road of highway route 22, just miles from a diner. For years, I been searching for answers. Trying to figure out why my parents would give me up. I never knew if they were dead or not because their records were wiped clean. In my theory, I guess they didn't want to be found. At the age 5, I moved in with the james family. Ryan James and Rachel James. They were a nice, sweet couple at first but it wasn't always sweet. Every night when I go to bed, I could hear them yelling horrible things to each other, throwing glass bottles that shattered almost everywhere, I had to step in between. One night, Mrs. James wasn't at home, Ryan however was. He came in my room, got under the covers, and pulled my body close to his. I didn't know what was happening at the time. I was just a scared little kid. Something in my gut was telling me this is wrong. He started to do it more often until he finally snapped. I try not to talk about it or relive it so I'm not going to write it. When my neighbors from downstairs heard loud screams, they called the cops. I was happy that I got out of there. Although I was still shaken up to where I would go next. My second foster home was much better than the last one until this happened. I was fostered by the Johnsons, Kelly and Michael. Now when I say they were sweet, they were very sweet. Always happy. At least this one tells a different tale. Kelly and Michael never thought once, which I thought was really weird. If you are in a relationship, shouldn't there be a couple of fights. Not that I wanted them to fight. I was six years old when I first moved in then I was 10 years old when I moved out. They had another a child and I guess who got sent away. Onto my third foster home. This foster home was even much horrifying than my first. I only had a drunk foster dad who took me in. No wife whatsoever. His name was, Josh Moore. At first he was nice to me. For only a couple of days. When he find out that I wasn't in bed, he slapped me. I could smell his breath. It wreaked of alcohol. Even himself, it seemed like it took a bath in it. Soon the hitting started to get even worse. I had bruising on my face, my back, and pretty much everywhere. He didn't even let me go to school anymore. He locked me in my room just like that fairy tale rapunzel. Wondering how I got out? Well this is where I learned how to pick locks. When I got out, I asked to use the phone at a nearby diner, The Soup and Tomato. I called 911. I was 13 years old at the time. Now onto my next foster home and the last one. I was taken in my Mary Margaret and David Nolan. At first, my fear kicked in and I ran away. However I was clueless to know that David was the sheriff of this town. Storybrooke Maine. They asked me why I ran away. I told them about my foster homes that I have experienced. Did I tell you I have a superpower where I know where people are lying or telling the truth. Well when they told me they would never do such things, I believed them and I was right. Now my life has been much safer and better ever since I came here to storybrooke. Now for that question about Love. With everything that I have been through, I have never once felt like I was loved by anyone until now. I just hope that I can keep it all together, and let it slip through my fingers, especially Regina Mills.

Emma set down her pen next to her journal. She smoothed her hand over her face, inhaling the fresh smell in her room. The blonde picked up her phone, seeing that she got a text message.