Sorry this took forever again! I was stuck on apart in this chapter, but I rewrote it a little and got it going again! Hope you enjoy!

Curse Broken at Eleven: Chapter 21

Emma left the building and immediately looked for her Dad's truck. She was a little more nervous about seeing him when she saw him standing outside of his truck. She knew that she really didn't do anything really bad at school, but if he really didn't believe her it would break her heart. Plus she wasn't exactly on her best behavior throughout the day. She did let her temper go a few times and she wasn't exactly very respectful.

"There you are, Emma." David said as he closed the distance between them and pulled Emma into a hug. "How was the rest of your day?"

"I only got sent to the buddy room once and Mr. Jones got me out of class for a little bit to help him clean up the gym supplies." Emma told him.

"You mean Fredrick?" David asked, it was hard keeping track of who was who with all the Storybrooke names.

"Yeah." Emma replied as her Dad opened the door and let her climb in.

"Why were you sent to the buddy room?" David asked.

Emma looked down before answering, "I rolled my eyes at her."

David looked at her with a confused look. "That's it? She sent you to the buddy room for rolling your eyes?"

Emma looked up, she expected him to be mad at her for not being respectful enough. "Yeah. I was trying really hard not to be disrespectful to her, but she makes it really hard, Dad."

"We need to go talk to her and get this straightened out." David started as he took her hand.

"No, Dad." Emma said and David turned back to her with a concerned look. "It will just make it worse and I don't want to see her again…." Emma continued with a sad look.

David sighed, but decided it could wait. "Alright." David said, but was planning on talking to her the next morning. "We have a couple of things to discuss anyway, don't we?"

"Do we have to?" Emma said as David got into the truck.

"What do you think?" David asked with a sympathetic smile.

Emma rolled her eyes as she looked ahead. "That we shouldn't talk about it…"

David just shook his head with a smile. "What am I going to do with you?"

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After getting to the station, David sat Emma down to have a quick talk about her day and see for himself if she was lying or telling the truth about the events of the day.

"So why were you sent to the focus room?" David asked.

"I was talking to Ella when Mrs. Rogers was collecting papers. Everyone else was talking too, but she called me out and said she would have to move my desk. I tried to point out that everyone was talking, but she didn't like that I was talking back and took away the rest of my recess. I rolled my eyes at her so she threatened to call you or mom then I got mad…."

"What did you do then?" David asked worried that she did start to kick the desks or something.

"I talked back to her….I guess I was kind of rude, but she makes me so mad that way she talks to me. She then was going to send me to the buddy room so I told her I would gladly go because that teacher actual teaches me. That's when she sent me to the focus room instead. But I didn't kick anything!"

David frowned. He could tell that Emma was telling him the truth and although she may not have been respectful, she hadn't been trying to kick the teacher or the desks.

"You don't believe me, do you? She said that you wouldn't…" Emma said with tears starting to stream down her face.

"Shh, kiddo, I do believe you." David said as he pulled her out of her seat and into an embrace. "I just don't like that your teacher lied to me."

"You do?" Emma said in surprise and relief.

"Yes, sweetie." David replied before pulling her away from him slightly. "However, I am not very impressed with your disrespectful behavior, but I have a feeling she provoked you."

"What does that mean?" Emma asked as she looked at him in confusion.

"It means she made you mad on purpose." David replied seriously.

"Oh yeah she did. She kept calling me a spoiled little princess or a brat. She thinks that Mom gave me special treatment when she was the teacher." Emma told him quietly as more tears came down her face. She hated going to school now.

"Well that's all going to change because I won't have my girl being treated that way. She should have never said those things to you." David said seriously as he wiped away her tears with his thumbs. "Now did she do anything else?"

Emma shook her head no, not thinking about the two times Mrs. Rogers had grabbed her and the one time she shoved her down.

"Good. Now, why don't you get started on your homework and I'll talk to your mom about all of this later." David said and Emma nodded before grabbing her backpack to get her homework out.

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"Is something wrong with your right hand, Em?" David asked as he noticed that Emma was using her left hand to write when she was right handed.

"It's just a little sore, Dad." Emma replied, but avoided his eyes. She remembered what Mrs. Rogers said and she wasn't going to chance her letting Eddie out so he could come after her.

"Emma, look at me." David said in his dad voice. He knew that she was avoiding looking at him because she was trying to keep something from him.

Emma kept her head down because as soon as she looked at him, she would either tell him or he would know she was lying.

"Look at me." David said as he put a finger under her chin to lift it up so he could see her eyes. "Is something wrong with your hand?"

"No." Emma told him which was partially the truth it was more her wrist then her hand.

David frowned before picking up her right hand. "Emma! Your wrist is swollen. What happened?"

"Nothing, I just fell down at recess…"

"You didn't have recess. Your teacher took it away and she called me during it." David gently scolded her at her lie.

"Oh yeah…it was a gym, it just seemed like it was recess." Emma replied with a nervous chuckle.

David narrowed his eyes before picking up the phone to dial the school's number. "Yes, can I speak to Fredrick…erm, I mean Mr. Jones."

Emma grimaced, he was verifying that she was telling the truth which probably meant that he thought she was lying. "Dad…" Emma started to whine.

David held up his hand, signally that she was supposed to stop whining. Emma rolled her eyes, but David tapped her knee and gave her a disapproving look.

"Yes, hi Fredrick. I was just wondering if Emma happened to hurt her wrist in your class today?"

Emma hoped that he didn't remember her class very well and said that she might have hurt it.

"Alright thank you…" David said, but then it looked like he was listening again. "Oh, really? Thank you for letting me know."

Emma frowned in confusion.

"That would be great, thanks." David said before hanging up and looking at her with a stern look.

"He told me that he let you sit out of gym class so you were sitting the whole time."

"Oh…yeah.." Emma said slowly.

"You forgot? Huh?" David said, but the way he said it meant that he wasn't buying that she forgot. "Please telling me the truth, young lady."

Emma grimaced for what she was about to say. "I can't."

"Why not?"

"Something bad will happen if I do…" Emma replied quietly.

David frowned. "Did Mrs. Rogers do this?"

Emma just looked at her lap. She couldn't tell him.

"Emma, I need to know." David said in a softer tone.

"I can't." Emma mumbled as she started to cry again.

David sighed softly before grabbing his keys and coat.

Emma looked at him. "What are you doing?"

"We are going to get your wrist checked out. They will be able to see how it was injured." David said. "Put your homework away."

"Dad, I don't need to go to the hospital!" Emma replied in a panicked voice.

"Yes, you do. Your wrist is either sprained or broken. It has to be looked at." David said firmly, but not unkindly.

Emma knew he had his mind made up and she wasn't going to be able to change it so she slowly started to put her things away. However, as she started her Dad took over probably because of her wrist being swollen.

After going to the hospital and getting her wrist checked out, they found at that her wrist was sprained. It was a mild sprain that should be better within the week. They also found out that it was a sprain that occurred when she fell down and she tried to brace herself by putting her arm out.

"So someone pushed you down to the ground. Who was it?" David asked as they got to the loft.

Emma closed her eyes with a grimace. "Dad…" Emma whined as she opened her eyes again.

"Emma, I need to know who it was that hurt you so I can prevent it from happening again." David said in a frustrated voice as they walked into the loft. He had tried to get her to tell him many times, but she refused to.

"Is she alright? Emma, who did this to you?" Snow said as she rushed over to Emma to check her wrist that was in a sling to keep it still and elevated.

"It's a mild sprain and I'm almost positive it was her teacher, but she won't admit that it was." David told her with a sigh.

Emma rolled her eyes, he was starting to get really frustrating, asking her over and over again. Didn't he understand that she couldn't?! If she did Eddie would come and get her again!

"Don't roll your eyes, Em." David said with a firm look, but he was mostly worried about her being abused by her teacher.

"But you won't listen to me! I can't tell you! Don't you understand?!" Emma yelled at him. This had been a terrible day with all that happened at school, having to go to hospital, and then having to keep from her parents that she got hurt because she was threatened with Eddie coming to get her. It just wasn't her day and her Dad wasn't helping anything!

"Emma." David warned at her outburst and she looked down sheepishly. "I'm just worried about you, kiddo."

"I know. I'm sorry I yelled at you." Emma responded as tears started to stream down her face.

"Hey, kiddo, it's okay." David said as he took the few steps that were between them and wrapped her in a hug as he lifted her off her feet. He then took her over to the couch.

"I'm going to set up a conference with her teacher and the principal. Something is obviously not right here." Snow said as she came over to them and started to rub Emma's back.

"No, Mommy. You can't. It'll make it worse!" Emma said through her tears.

"How will it make it worse, baby?" Snow asked softly.

Emma didn't answer, she just cried harder.

David and Snow just exchanged a worried look. They had to do something about this lady. Their daughter shouldn't be this upset over school and they wouldn't stand for it.

When Emma settled in David's arms, David pulled her away slightly and lifted her chin to look up at him.

"You don't have to tell us, but we are going to be meeting with your teacher and the principal." David started and then looked up at Snow before continued, "And I think that until this is settled, you will stay out of school with with your mom or I."

"David…" Snow said, not liking that her daughter would be missing school.

"Snow, we can get her work so she won't get behind. I don't want her with that lady." David defended his idea.

"Okay, but only until this is solved." Snow said with a smile.

"Of course." David said with a grin.

Emma smiled too. She didn't have to go to school?! Plus with her parents, neither Eddie or Mrs. Rogers could get to her if she was safe with her parents.

"But while you are out of school, you will be having private lessons with me in both math and reading." Snow said with a firm look.

"What? No, Mom!" Emma whined.

David chuckled.

"Oh yes. I will not have you getting behind because of this." Snow said adamantly.

"But…"

"No, buts. You will be having lessons with me. End of discussion." Snow said in a no- nonsense voice.

"Dad..." Emma whined as she looked to her Dad with help.

"Oh no, you don't. That won't work." Snow said firmly.

"Sorry, kiddo. Your mother is not going to change her mind." David said with a chuckle as Emma continued to look to him to change her mother's mind. Emma looked down with a pout, but didn't argue anymore.

"We better get dinner going." Snow said after a moment. It was already five and they all had a long day.

"Can I watch TV?" Emma asked as she bit her lip.

"Well you haven't finished your homework, have you?" David said.

"No, but my wrist is sprained." Emma said with a puppy dog look.

"Then I guess you will need some help with writing." David said with a smirk.

"I'll help her if you want to make the tacos for me." Snow said ignoring Emma's pouting.

"That sounds good." David said with a grin before looking down at Emma. "Go on and get your backpack, honey."

Emma groaned before getting off of her Dad's lap. She wanted to watch TV, not do homework with her Mom.

David and Snow exchanged an amused look at her grumpy attitude before David stood up and pulled Snow up with him.

"We'll fix this and get her back to school. I promise." David promised her.

"I know. I just hate having to pull her out of school, but I don't want her there with that lady if she is hurting her. Maybe I should have never quit my teaching job." Snow said feeling guilty for everything her daughter was going through because she wasn't her teacher anymore.

"Hey, don't blame yourself. You were just trying to do what you thought was best. We couldn't have known about how this teacher would be for Emma." David said as he looked down at his wife with a concerned look for her.

"I know. I just hate seeing her so upset." Snow said with a frown.

"Me too, but we will fix it." David said confidently before leaning down to kiss her on the lips.

"Ugh! Really? I'm right here and I think I have been scared enough." Emma complained from the kitchen table where she had gotten her things out and was just waiting for her mom to come and help her.

David ignored her and kissed his wife once more which got another disgusted sigh from his daughter. He pulled away from his wife and smiled over at Emma who was glaring at them in disgust. David just chuckled before heading to the kitchen as Snow headed to Emma.

Sorry it isn't much!