Storybrooks broken angel

Her night

Sorry been a while. I know I put a note at the start of every chapter which must be annoying but just to clarify. Mr Gold/ Rumplestiltskin can use magic outside of storybrook in this book. I never liked that part of the show, yes it's a no magic world but if you have magic already in my opinion you should still be able to use it like the ice queen does when she erased Emma's memories of her. I know it's not cannon but this is my story (he may not use it in this chapter but will in future)

Warning- self hate and abuse in this chapter(from the start) so careful I'll mark when abuse starts and ends but the self deprecating thoughts are kind of throughout her character so if it bothers you do not read it.

Her PoV

My short sprint home put an end to my peaceful day, Master made it to the apartment building before me. I could see his looming frame at the entrance and I knew that tonight would not be an extension of the previous. He was angry. I thought of everything I have done in the past month, all my mistakes over the years, I can't blame him for what's about to happen it's my fault. Most people would have expected me to slow down when I saw what mood Master was in, but it would only make it worse and whatever he saw fit to do in response to his feelings was justified so I just ran faster towards the building.

Master hadn't waited for me at the buildings entrance, or at the door of the apartment, when I entered our home he was already sitting in his chair. It was one of the few pieces of what could be considered expensive furniture in the 1 bedroom apartment and though I slept in the living area where the chair was situated I was not aloud to even breathe on it. That was Master's throne he bought it a few years back as a treat for himself after a really high paying construction job, he only ever went straight for it when he was angry or watching the game on our tiny TV. There was no game tonight.

(Emotional abuse, leading into physical abuse I'll say when it's over)

"Where the hell have you been, you waist of space. your late I've been sitting here for hours do you want me to starve. You ungrateful brat, GO GET DINNER READY NOW" . His tone kept fluctuating between irritation and anger and even though I knew I wasn't late, in fact not only was I early but so was he, I still ran to the attached kitchen area and all but through the fridge open to get him something.

I had been working extra shifts this week so all that was left in the fridge where last nights leftovers, consisting of some tomato pasta sauce , and a whole packet of bacon. I emptied the fridge deciding to fry off the bacon and add it to the pasta sauce and grabbed the last of the dried pasta from the cupboard in hopes of making the meal more appetising to Master who was obviously upset. I hoped not to make him feel any worse than he already was. It wasn't long before I was setting the plate and a bottle of beer on the table and telling Master his meal was ready.

Master inspected his plate with a sneer evident on his face I knew before he even tasted it. He didn't like it. He took one fork full finishing it quickly before pausing for a very long minute. "What the fuck is this shit, IT'S FUCKING COLD" his disapproval was now verbal and that's when I knew I messed up. My stupidity had just got me in trouble and this was going to hurt. A lot. He hadn't even let me explain when he grabbed me by the hand and dragged me to the oven. "You had one fucking job, how hard do I work and you give me this shit you little whore how dare you, you clearly need a demonstration on how the stove fucking works." He turned the hob to full heat even though I knew it was just on so was already at least warm he still waited a few minutes holding me in place before talking again causing even my bones to rattle in fear. " The stove needs to be hot before you put something on it or it won't cook see".

It was so fast I didn't register the pain right away. Master had slammed my hand onto the heated hob of the oven top. I stopped. Ironically freezing in place as the smell of my burning flesh filled my nostrils. It was almost as if the world went into slow motion as he let go of my arm reaching to grab the frying pan which had only minutes ago fried the bacon off. Apparently the bacon was hot, or he had put on all the hobs as when he poured the remaining oil onto my right arm the same one that was attached to my currently burning hand, the flesh starts to burn away to. When he moved my hand off the stove I was almost numb. The pain was so constant in my life because I never learn. I was used to it. Just like how I knew that Master was going to continue beating me after he pushed me to the floor. I deserved it.

No one POV

The girls "guardian" continued to relentlessly beat her till the early hours in the morning. When he got bored and decided to go to bed instead of "wasting" his time any longer with her. She didn't move for another hour in case he changed his mind or she woke him up. She in her opinion had made enough mistakes for one night. She then cleaned up the mess that had been the results of the nights events. And bandaged herself up the best she could. Hospitals being out of the question for her.

Where the abuse ends however reference to the aftermath is seen.

She limps across to the sitting area of the apartment and settles down on her favourite spot on the floor, where the carpet hadn't yet been worn down. Sleep being too much of a risk with a potential concussion and the threat of her Master walking in again. The girl stares at the ceiling until the morning light shines through the apartments only window.

When she gets up, she leaves a plate of toast out for her Master and heads off to work, without eating anything herself. Again.

Later that day

Outside a very familiar diner Henry and Gold stand looking through the window. The young boy bouncing on the balls of his feet. Looking for the girl he only recently realised existed. Upon seeing the familiar stranger they both made their way towards the entrance of the small diner. Opening the door they hear a welcoming bell. Henry prepares for an encounter he hopes will change his life forever.