I'll Give My All To You (COMPLETE)

FIVE

I sit on my bed, staring out the window, watching the rain trickle down. The faint sound of crashing lightning and thunder echo through the sky. I scrunch my body up to my chest. It's been three days since I had my mental break down in front of my mother. I've missed the last two days of school, only allowed because my mother thought that crying your eyes out was the same thing as vomiting your guts out. I guess it kind of was in a way. I hear a small cry from the rug of my floor. I crawl over to the end of my bed to find Lola, sitting on the floor, her head in her paws, and I can tell that she's just as sad over Emma as I am. Another tear sneaks it's way out from the thought of her. 

"Come here, baby," I coo to her. Her ears perk up but she slowly moves to jump on my bed. She twirls and then plops down in front of me. I lean down so I'm on my side. I begin to stroke her dark fur. "I know," I sigh. "I miss her too." Lola turns her head and peers into my eyes. I hate this. Lola is just another strong reminder of my blonde friend. 

My phone vibrates on my nightstand. I groan, knowing it's Emma. I pick it up and hit the home button. Seven calls and twenty-three texts from her. Three dots appear as she begins to type. 

Em: Where have you been? We need to talk, I'm not mad. I promise

I don't answer. Instead I hop off of my bed and make my way downstairs with Lola hot on my trail.  I sit on the bar stool across from my mother as she fixes up a sandwich. "Here Dear," she says as she hands me the plate. Lola sits next to me on the floor. "Stop begging, Lola," my mother says as she smiles and rolls her eyes. "Regina needs her strength right now."  I bite into the sandwich and once my mother is turned I drop a piece of turkey on to the floor for Lola.  She inhales the tiny piece of processed meat and I watch her sharp teeth as they hit against each other.  I smile at her, the faint reminder of Emma makes my chest beat faster. "Regina Maria!" My mother exclaims. I jump in surprise. 

"Yes?" I ask innocently, biting down into the sandwich once again. 

My mother snorts, "Now I wonder if you ever really eat all of your food." 

I playfully smile, "No. Lola just sits beside me and every time you yell at Daddy, I sneak a small piece to her." She throws her head back and chuckles. 

She walks over to the cupboard to put the cutting board away and her long brown hair swaying behind her back. "You know," she calls as she walks away. "I did notice that dog getting a little fat." 

"I take offense to that, Lola runs beside me every Tuesday night," my mouth hangs slightly open and I know that as soon as she sees it she's going to remind me not to catch any flies. I quickly close it at the thought. 

"Oh really?" She asks,  walking back over to me. 

"Yes, really," I say. I lean over the counter and raise an eyebrow as she mirrors me. We stay in the battle of belittling for a few seconds before my mother breaks and smiles, pulling me into a hug. 

"I love you," she whispers into my dark hair. 

"I love you too, mother," I say, hugging her back. I inhale the scent of fresh lavender that has always lingered around her. 

"I'm home my love," My father's voice booms through the house. I smile and pull away from my mother. 

"Hi Daddy," I say walking over to him and enveloping him into a tight hug. 

"How are you my dear?" he asks into my hair. 

"I'm doing fine," I say, pulling away and smiling. 

"Henry dear, it's good to have you back home," my mother walks around the counter to hug my father and place a kiss to his lips. I walk back over to my stool and my mother to her spot in the kitchen. 

When I told my mother about Emma she had called my father and told him what happened. I wasn't too upset about it because I know my father would not be phased by it. 

"So," my father begins. "What's for dinner?" He sets down his things and slides onto the stool beside me. He quickly glances at me and throws me a loving smile. 

"Well," my mother starts, making her way to the cupboard. "I was thinking maybe we go out tonight?" she opens and shuts the cupboard, looking for something, scanning her eyes over every assortment inside. 

"I'm fine with that. Regina, how about you?" my father turns to me. 

I nod my head, "I'm fine with that," I smile at him.  

My mother nods her head. "Well, then let's get a move on," she grabs her purse off of the counter and my father and I stand up from our seats, making our way to the door. I slip my shoes on and reach for the umbrella.

"It stopped raining when I got home my dear, we won't need that," my father says as he slips his boots on. 

I nod and exit through the great oak door. The muggy air hits me and I feel even more worse than I did before. The hot air feels terrible as I make my way to my mother's SUV. I reach for the passenger seat but am reminded that my father is home as I glance at his truck. I sigh and shift to open the back door. I hardly sit back here. I skim my fingers over the leather seats, making a squeaking sound as I do so. 

"Where should we go?" my mother asks my father. First day back, his choice. 

He shrugs, "I don't care, Regina?" he looks back at me through the rear view mirror. 

I'm surprised my father doesn't want to go to the steakhouse. "Umm," I don't really have to think. I just don't know where Emma will be tonight. It's Thursday, right? I nod to myself, she's at home, they always have family dinner at home on Thursdays. "Granny's," I say, looking out the window. 

"Alright," my mother says as she pulls out of the driveway. We begin our short trip to the small diner and fill the car with small talk about my father's job. 

Soon enough, we're there. I unbuckle myself and hop out of the SUV. I beat my parents to the front entrance so I can pick out the best booth. The bell rings as I push open the door and as soon as I look up from the ground, my smile fades. There in the corner booth are the Nolans. David with a goofy grin spread across his face, Mary Margaret saying something to him and Emma chuckling in the corner. That is, until she spots  me. Her hands drop and she whispers something to her mother. The pixie haired woman looks towards me and shakes her head. I don't know what Emma told her, but it definitely wasn't good. 

Emma hops over the booth behind her and walks up to me. 

"What the hell?"she asks, pulling me to the back room. "Where have you been? I've been so worried about you Regina!" I wince. She hardly ever uses my real name. 

"I'm sorry. I just-"

"What Regina? You just what?" She screams, tears running down her pale cheeks. "What the hell was so important that you call me, or text me?" 

I don't respond. I can't. If I tell her what happened, I won't be able to hold myself back from pushing myself on her. Instead I whisper, "I'm sorry."