Author's Note: I only take credit for the plot and my OC.
It was a normal autumn day in Storybrooke, Maine, the sun was shining, and everyone except for the daughter of Emma Swan-Cassidy and Neal Cassidy was out at work. Erin Ruby Swan-Cassidy, although she'd kill anyone other than her parents who called her by her full name, she preferred being called Erin. The sixteen year old had come home at lunchtime from high school, she knew her parents wouldn't have approved, when they found out, but she didn't feel up to running around the track for an hour and a half. Erin was what you could call, the baby of the family, Henry was her older brother by thirteen years, and extremely over-protective, and being the granddaughter of Rumplestiltskin, Prince Charming and Snow White meant that there was hardly ever a moment of silence.
Erin had walked home from Storybrooke High School for about half an hour, if they noticed her absence, the office would've called her parents, she'd skipped school the other day after recess, because she felt sick, but she didn't want to worry anyone, because then it'd be even worse. It would've taken at least a half hour before someone at the office was notified of her absence, then five minutes to check whether Erin was in the bathroom or the nurse's office, and then her parents would've been called, her brother would've been told after that, along with the rest of the family, and then the search party would begin. This gave Erin five minutes at the least before Henry, her dad or her mum came home.
Erin had always been a daddy's girl; she was wrapped around Neal's little finger, and not to mention the rest of the family. Her long light brown hair looked acted exactly like her mother's and she had her father's warm brown eyes. The young woman had pale skin, but not quite as pale as her grandmother, and bore a heavy resemblance in facial structure to her mother. Her personality, however was a mix of different mix, she was kind and loyal to those that she liked, and who were nice to her, but she was shy to those she didn't know, and put a wall up. If a person made Erin mad, or hurt a person she loved, she would become angry, and start to hit something. She could use magic of both varieties if she wanted, but hardly ever did, knowing that all magic came at a price. Henry and Erin were twelve, almost thirteen years apart, but still very close, Henry would do anything for his baby sister, if that meant moving his family in with his parents then he would.
Erin opened the door with her keys, fumbling, before looking at the clock. Quickly she plonked her bag down in her bedroom, and walked into the bathroom. She needed to vomit, but she hadn't eaten anything. She spent the next five minutes or so vomiting her breakfast up. She looked at the clock again, and knew there wasn't that much time left before she was bombarded by questions, and likely to be grounded. Swiftly she flushed the toilet and brushed her teeth, now all that Erin wanted to do was to curl up in a ball and sleep for the next twelve hours. Quietly she opened the bathroom door, and walked quietly to her bedroom. As she climbed into her bed, and put her school things on the ground, her calendar caught her eye, and her eyes widened. She couldn't be three weeks late, could she? She thought, starting to panic.
Erin's stomach started to churn once more, and she literally sprinted to the bathroom, trying not to upchuck. She began to look through the cupboards, knowing there'd be a pregnancy test somewhere in the bathroom. After a couple of minutes searching through the cupboards, she found what she was looking for, and began to read the instructions. Erin sighed, and did as the instructions told her, before putting the cap on the pregnancy test and laying it on the bench. The two minutes of waiting were agony, time had slowed down from gushing like a waterfall to dripping slowly like a leaking tap, thoughts kept looming through her head: if she was pregnant how was she supposed to tell her family? What was she going to do with the baby? Was she even pregnant? What was going to happen to her and school? How was she supposed to deal with it?
Eventually time was up, and with her hands trembling, Erin picked up the test slowly, before sinking to her knees crying. She was pregnant, she didn't want to believe it, but everything pointed towards the idea. She couldn't stop staring at the test, up until she heard the front door open. Quickly moving the test into the middle of the trash, where no one could see it, or automatically think that it was hers. Erin quickly glanced down at her stomach, and wiped away the tears that she didn't realise she'd shed. Her hand reached for the handle and she turned it, walking out of the bathroom, and straight into her bedroom, meeting her mother when she came in.
Emma looked at her daughter with a look of sympathy, understanding, relief but anger, sadness and worry. "Where've you been Erin?"
"Mum…" Erin whined, looking paler than usual and weak. "I was at school." She mumbled.
Emma looked at her and raised her eyebrows. "Erin, you don't look well. You can tell me." She said softly, moving forward to stroke her hair gently. "We both know you weren't at school for P.E."
"Right, the thing with lying…" She mumbled, leaning into her mother gently. "I came home, I felt sick, but I didn't want anyone to have to come to get me."
"You should've told someone…we can go get Whale to look at you?" Emma suggested
Erin adamantly shook her head quickly. "I'm fine, I just need to go sleep." She said quietly.
"Are you sure?" Emma asked her daughter softly, kissing her forehead.
Erin nodded. "Just let me sleep for a bit Mum, please?" She begged.
"Alright, but you're grounded." Emma sighed, before going to call Neal and the rest of the family.
Erin nodded, and climbed into her bed, she didn't know how to deal with this, but she was so tired, and felt horrible. Sleep sounded wonderful, and shortly she fell asleep, not noticing when Neal kissed her forehead as she slept, or hearing her parents talk about her grounding. Erin slept through the night, without being woken up, or disturbed until the next morning, when all her thoughts came back to her. She wondered how long she could keep it from them without anyone noticing something was wrong.
Author's Note: I wrote this today, so can I get your thoughts? I'm really happy with this so far and I'm going to keep going. I apologise if anyone's too OOC, but this is my first OUAT Fanfic.
