I Will Protect You

Chapter 3 Kiddo (Emma)

I take a deep breath as I rush out to my car and hop into the driver’s seat. I start the engine and put my police light on the roof as I rush to the Sheriff’s Station.
‘Why is Regina acting so strange. I know she’s pregnant but that doesn’t explain the blushing and her being nice.’ I ponder as I speed down the streets of Storybrooke. I shake off the weird feeling I have and focus on the road.
Before long, I pull up to the station and I’ve hardly pulled my keys out of the ignition before I start running. I sprint up the stairs, taking them three at a time and burst into the room where my father is waiting.
I see him leaning against the wall, pale in the face, holding an ice pack to the back of his head. The room is completely trashed.
There are papers scattered across the floor, the doors of the jail cells are blown inward, there’s a dent that looks suspiciously like my father’s head in the filing cabinet, and worst of all, there’s a little bit of blood on the floor near the center of the room.
“Dad!” I run to him and gesture wildly around the room.
“What the hell happened?” There’s a look of guilt in his eyes.
“Henry was here bringing me lunch and out of nowhere a lime green and purple swirl slammed into my chest, knocking my head against the filing cabinet. I was knocked unconscious and when I woke up, the room looked like this.” I stare at him blankly.
“Dad, where’s Henry?” He looks down.
“Dad… where is my son?” I demand and he looks up at me, shame on his face.
“That’s the thing, Emma, I don’t know.”