The Lost Girl

Chapter Eight

*Emma's POV* *3 weeks later*

Since Gina found out about the miscarriage, she's been really depressed and it upsets me becuase I can't comfort her like she comforts me. I don't know how. I've never been good at that kind of stuff. I just love her so much, I want to help her. "Good morning dear." I said and kissed her forehead. "Mmhmm. Guess you're going to work early again?" She said and rolled over. "No, this is the normal time." I said to her. "Okay. See you whenever you come home." She said and pulled the blanket up. "Maybe our family is just supposed to be the 5 of us. Maybe we aren't supposed to have more kids." I said to her. "Stop being so damn positive all the time Swan. It's really annoying." She snapped at me. "What? So, me trying to comfort you is annoying?" I said trying to contain my anger. "Yes. It is. Now just leave already." She snapped again. "What, for work or from your life?" I snapped back. She sat up and looked at me. "Your choice." She growled. I took off the engagement ring and tossed it to her. "Call me when you get over this." I said after grabbing my phone and keys and slamming the door shut. I stomped down the stairs and then heard our bedroom door open and foot steps coming down the stairs. "What? So, you're ust going to run away from it? Typical. I should've known this would happen." I heard her say. I turned around to look at her. "I'm going back to Boston. Tell the kids I'll see them whenever. Call me if you want to fix things." I said and looked at her. Her face instantly falling. I slammed the front door and leaned against it in the cold air. I fell to the ground and leaned against the door then I finally let the sobs escape from my body. Little did I know, Regina was on the other side of the door, doing the exact same thing. After 10 minutes of trying to decide whether I should go back inside and fix things or leave and let her decide, I got up slowly and walked to my beat up, old, yellow bug. I unlocked the door and took one last look at Regina's bedroom window, to see her with a hand pressed to the glass, looking right at me, crying. I got in my car and sped off towards the town line. I'd be out of this town in about 2 hours.

*Regina's POV*

How did I let this happen? How did I let the only thing I loved more than the kids, leave? What am I gonna do? She was my everything. I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard Henry and Taylor come home from school. "MOM! Where's Emma's car?" I heard Henry say as they ran into the living room to see me, laying on the couch, crying, going through a photo album of our family. "Mom? What's wrong? Where's Emma?" Taylor said to me. At the sound of her name, I began crying even harder. They sat down beside me and I opened my hand to show them the ring she had left with me, not being able to form words yet. "Mom. Where the hell did Emma go?" Taylor snapped at me. "We got in a fight. And, and, and she left." I said through sobs. "What the fuck! How could she just leave us like that?" Taylor said, getting angry, then calming down. "I'm sorry mom. I really am. Don't worry. She'll come back." Henry said to me and then hugged me. I nodded my head and calmed down a little bit.

*Emma's POV* *3 weeks later*

Boston is cold. Really cold. It's days like this, I want to just return home to my family. But, I can't. Because none of them have tried to get me back, so why come if there's no point? I've called the kids and neither of them will answer my calls or return them. I haven't called Regina, because I'm scared she'll just tell me to leave her alone or some shit like that. My life has turned to a living hell. I got my old job back and have been working a lot. Whenever I come home from work, I cut until I fall asleep. Without Regina in my life, I have no point not to. Maybe I'll just die and then they won't have to worry about me anymore.

*Regina's POV*

It's been 3 weeks now. She's still not back. Everyone misses her. It's like when Emma left, everyone's happiness left. Now we all just carry on, depressed, without our little ray of sunshine. I wonder how she's doing. Maybe I should call her. Invite her back. Tell her to come home because, I can't live without her. She's all I want. I need her. *Time lapse-1 week later* I've been putting it off for a week now. I can't do this any longer. I have to call her. I pick up my iPhone and go to her contact. The picture of us at the park is still her contact picture. We were so happy. I clicked on the phone icon and held my phone to my ear. It rang 4 times then went to voicemail. "Hey, this is Emma. Sorry I missed your call, leave me a message." Her voicemail played. "Hey Emma... This is Regina... I know, I fucked up... But, I miss you a lot. And I don't know why the hell I let you leave." At this part, I was crying. "Um, just... Call me back if you have the time. Bye." I said and hung up, sobbing. "Was that Emma?" Taylor said, appearing in the doorway. "Yeah." I said and put my phone on the nightstand. "Is she coming back?" She asked hopefully. "I don't know. It went to voicemail." I said and she walked out.