To the guest reviewer, I haven't said anywhere in the story that Jenna was put in care at eight, her life started crumbling down when she was eight, the baby is in-fact her little sister but I don't want to give away the story before I've even posted the chapters on here so please be patient with me . Everything will become clearer as we move on with the story,

I hope this helped (':

She's pulling down her long sleeves
To cover all the memories that scars leave
She says, "maybe making me bleed
will be the answer that could wash the slate clean"
-Britt Nicole – When she cries

Jenna stood in-front of her bathroom mirror she held the blade in her hand that she had just used against her skin, letting them connect in a fiery passion one that would release the pain she was feeling but also had more pain to her body, sighing slightly she turned her arm over again and marked her skin once, twice and soon enough there was a steady flow of crimson seeping through the barriers she had just opened. Watching it trickle down her forearm then to her finger tips she let the blood drip into the sink underneath. The memories of the other night where coming to hunt her she couldn't run from them while she was awake at least in her dreams she could act if she was normal, but what was normal she didn't know, she only knew the upbringing she had, had and the pain she had been inflected to. She tried to stop but if she was being honest she didn't want to stop with the only way she knew how to cope. Picking up the towel at her feet she placed it on her arm and held it down tightly so the bleeding would stop. It was more scars to add to her collecting but she knew at the moment she wasn't ready to die, people saw cutters as attention seekers that was true if all they did was show off their arms but she only done it as a painkiller. Once the bleeding had stopped and she knew that they wouldn't start opening up the minute she let go she put the dressings on them and pulled down her sleeves. Cleaning up her mess and hiding the blade behind the skin's stand the teenager switched off the light and headed out of her room altogether. Making her way down stairs she stood at the living-room door and watched as the couple that had adopted both her and sister play with the baby, smiling softly she knew that the baby was going to grow up with two mothers who would love her dearly, instead of the mother that would use and abuse them.
Clare was quite content sitting on Emma's knee giggling away at the story she was getting told about a princess and her queen. Deciding that it was rude to ease drop the girl made her presence knowing by walking in and sitting down on the chair furthest away from the couple, it was her only way she knew how to keep her distance she didn't want to get attached to them known that it was only a matter of time before she would end up fucking everything into pieces and getting sent back.

Regina was the first one to look up from the baby and she smiled as she saw the girl sitting down with them it might not be as close as she would have liked her to be but at the end of the day it was better than her sitting up in her room like she had done for the past hour or so after she had been shown around the house so she knew where everything was.

"Hello dear, would you like anything to drink?" The brunette asked as she got up from where she was sitting to go and make herself and her wife some coffee.
Shaking her head Jenna refused seeing as she wasn't in the mood and just wanted to get the awkwardness over and done with before they headed out for dinner.

Once the brunette had left the room Emma placed the baby in the mosses basket and walked over to the teenager.

"I know how you're feeling, new surroundings and new parents, wondering if this will be forever lasting or if you will be getting picked up tomorrow and sent back to the group homes." She paused for a few moments as she debated over what to say. "I was found when I was hours hold at the side of the road, my parents couldn't even be bothered to drop me off at the hospital, I was then placed into a foster home until I was three, after that I bounced from home to home but it wasn't easy, I know me telling you this you'll be thinking great these people are going to send me off again but I assure you we won't mainly for the fact that we know that we wanted more children it just wasn't possible to have our own. I just hope we can break through your walls and reach the girl within." Emma spoke.

"You'll get to meet Henry at the dinner he's staying at my own room-mates we were going to let him stay here and meet you when you and your sister first came but we thought coming to a new place would be overwhelming as it was. He's a good kid with a creative imagination so he'll most likely tell you a lot of stories he's either read or made up himself about fairy-tales."

It was that moment Regina decided it was time to come back in with the coffee's and even though the girl had turned down her offer she had placed a pitcher of orange juice on the tray as well. Sitting back on the sofa the brunette picked up her cup while she thought of a way they could keep the girl from finding out about magic until the time came that both her and Emma knew that she was ready, it just meant that Henry would have to cool it with the fairy-tale stories for a little while unless he was getting a bedtime story and the face that the book he had would have to place somewhere safe they couldn't have the girl finding it and figuring everything in it was real.

Jenna looked over towards the couple and bit her lip softly they seemed nice enough people but she figured the brunette was a power horse, she wore the trousers in this home and she most likely wasn't buttoned up the back. She also knew she'd have to keep her issues a secret and the fact that she was most likely to come back drunk and high under wraps is well.

Yeah Jenna because this is going to be a fucking walk in the park, good job dumb-ass you just entered the lion's den.

A cross town the Swan-Mills son was currently flicking through his book before the pages started turning themselves until they landed on a new story that appeared on the paper out of no-where, the story of The Raven.