A/N: Hey guys! Wow, it really has been a while since I wrote, hasn't it? I'm really sorry about that, life just got a bit hectic I guess. I had a little bit of free time yesterday though, so I decided to work on my story. I know the chapter's really short and more a filler than anything else, but I'm finally getting back on track with writing. Hopefully, although I can't make any promises, I'll have another normal length chapter up by Friday. That should be possible, especially with spring break right around the corner. Anyways, like I said before, I'm really sorry about the delay for this chapter and about the length. I hope you guys are still out there, and if you are, please favorite, follow, and review! Also, thank you to everyone who already did, and although it's really short I hope this chapter lives up to your expectations. That note was a little all over the place, but now, without further ado, I present chapter eight of A Fractured Fairytale. I hope you enjoy!
Also, to the people who guessed on who Emeline's parents are, Rumple isn't the father, but that's pretty close. In my opinion at least it's close, maybe I'm the only one who thinks that, I'm not really sure.
Disclaimer: I only own my OC, Emeline. Everything else belongs to its rightful owners. All mistakes are my own.
The Gold house was huge, although it was also pink which Emeline found hilarious.
"Hey kid," Emma smiled at the look of awe on the girl's face. "You just gonna stare, or are we going to go inside?"
"I-inside," Emeline responded softly, shaking her head and causing brunette hair to fall into her face.
The sheriff laughed lightly, gently guiding the girl up to the door and ringing the doorbell. It was only a second before Belle came to the door, a huge smile on her face. "Welcome home, Emeline."
A huge, spontaneous smile broke out across the brunette's face. She'd never had a home before. Maybe this was her chance. "Really?"
Belle was slightly saddened by the girl's disbelief, but she didn't let it show on her face. "Really." Belle reached down, gently grabbing the girl's hand and guiding her inside, the sheriff following behind them.
The inside of the house was even grander than the outside with fancy banisters and expensive looking wallpaper. Emeline spun around in a circle, looking at the room in the front of the house that happened to be a foyer. "Wow," the brunette girl mumbled as she wrapped one hand around the strap of her bookbag. "I get t-to stay here?"
Belle nodded as the blonde sheriff watched the mother and daughter duo. "Yup, your room is upstairs. It's a little plain, but we can decorate it however you like," she responded, motioning for her daughter to follow up the slightly creaky staircase.
Belle lead Emmie up the flight of stairs and down a hall while Emma stayed downstairs, helping herself to a glass of water. When the two reached the room, Belle stopped, looking back at her ten-year-old daughter before pushing on the white, wooden door.
The door swung open with a slight gust of air and Belle steeped back to allow the kid to look past her and into her new bedroom.
