Family is Forever

Ok a couple things I need to mention. I noticed in the last Chapter that I have Ginnifer and Josh married and completely forgot to change Ginnifer's last name to Dallas. In this story she will be known as Ginnifer Goodwin Dallas. Most people will just call her by her first name though so it really doesn't matter. A few crazy fans might yell out Ginnifer Goodwin instead of yelling out her full name.

Anyway just thought I should throw that little note in there so that there wasn't any confusions. Also thank you so much for the reviews! I wasn't so sure if anyone would really like this idea, but I thought it would be something completely new to read.

Chapter 2

The day was long, but eventually it finally came to an end. Lilly would simply not stop talking about the Once Upon A Time cast coming to our town. She was telling it to everyone and anyone that was willing to listen to her big news. By the end of the day the entire school was beyond excited. Once last period ended I quickly headed out the door ready to get away from the gossip of Once Upon A Time. It wasn't that I disliked the show; the show itself was actually very clever compared to most of the crap that was on TV these days. It's just I hated celebrities period!

I know that these actors do a fantastic job in bringing these characters to life; that is something I can't even deny. But when I watch something like Once Upon A Time I ignored the fact that they are real people from our world. I pretend that the show is sending me into another world like it's supposed to.

Once I made it out of the school I headed down the long road that led me home. Because I was only 14 I obviously couldn't drive, and well my foster parents don't want anything to do with me really. The only reason they even agreed to take me in at all was because my foster mother Lisa is good friends with one of the ladies that worked in the foster care system. She begged her to take me in and promised I wouldn't be any trouble; that I could practically fend for myself. Eventually the woman agreed for her friend to take me in, but who knows how long it'll last. I am so tired of being switched from one family to the next. Sometimes I wish I could just hide out in the woods forever and just be on my own, just like everyone else wanted me to be. After the seven mile walk I finally made it to the middle class home I was living in.

The house was settled near the end of town, close to the famous Redwood forest. I thought about just running into the woods for a few hours before going into the two story white home, but I had homework that needed to get done first. Despite what my foster parents may think I am a bright girl. I get all straight A's and plan to become a detective someday. I want help solve crimes and help find missing children so that they can be with their real family.

With a sigh I finally headed inside the old home and wasn't surprised to see Lisa sitting in the living room with her laptop. Lisa was an author that wrote books for children, and was almost always writing. Her husband Dayne owned the Redwood Bar in town; it has been in his family for years. I slowly and quietly tried to make my way up the stairs without being noticed, but it was pointless.

"Emma in the living room now" she ordered.

I swear the woman had eyes behind her head! I flinched at the demanding tone, already knowing I must have done something wrong but couldn't even think of anything in particular. I slowly made my way towards the older woman and stood in front of her as she remained seated on the black leather couch.

"Do you know why I called you in here?" she asked. Her dark brown eyes didn't even leave the computer screen as she continued to write. How could someone like her even wright books for children, she doesn't even like kids! Lisa always said that it was easy money for her.

"Not a clue, afraid I'm not a mind reader" I replied sarcastically.

She looked up at me angrily. "I don't need that attitude brat. I am mad because you didn't clean this house yesterday. It is your chore to keep this place spotless for your father to come home to" she explained.

I glared at her. "That man is not my father!" I spat. "And I told you that I had a ton of homework that needed to get done, the house isn't even dirty" I yelled.

It was true, this house was always clean. The wooden floors down stairs, and upstairs were always spotless. The place was nearly dust free, and besides I care more about my school work than someone else clean home.

She closed her laptop shut and placed it down beside her. Lisa than stood tall, easily towering over my 5ft size with her 5ft and 6 inches. Her long raven black hair that was usually straight was curly today, and her dark eyes looked at me with pure hate. Her pale white skin looked almost red as anger seemed to boil through her veins.

She raised her arm up and slapped me hard across the face. I could have dodged the hit if I wanted to, but I probably deserved this. I learned from a very young age that arguing back at the foster parents was never wise, no matter how right you may actually be.

"You are an ungrateful brat you know that" she softly spoke.

My eyes refused to look at her as I looked down at the floor, trying to ignore the stinging my cheek was now enduring.

"All you care about is yourself, do you realize that I could throw you out without even caring about what happens to you. If you don't want to be sent back to that foster care shelter I suggest you get to that cleaning now! Your homework can wait until chores are done" she explained. With that said she took her seat back and reopened her laptop. My mind was blank while I went upstairs. I knew I should yell, and demand my right to get my school work done, but I simply didn't have the energy to fight today. I was just so tired of the abuse. Thankfully it didn't take me more than a couple of hours to get the house to Lisa's liking and I was finally free to get my homework done. By the time I was able to get everything done it was late, nearly passed eight. I normally would have had my work done hours ago, but that damn cleaning took a good amount of my time.

Suddenly I heard a loud slam down stairs and knew Dayne was home. Shit! I hadn't even begun making dinner for him!

"EMMA SWAN!" he yelled.

I instantly jumped off my single size purple bed and ran down stairs. Lisa was still in the living room, now watching some stupid romantic comedy movie. I stood in front of the 6ft tall black guy as he looked down at me with his dark brown eyes.

"Where is my dinner?" he asked angrily.

"She was too busy doing school work" Lisa explained sarcastically.

Damn bitch, this guy is your husband. Why the hell should I have to feed his lazy ass?

"Damn it girl, your school work is done after the house is cleaned, and my dinner is cooked" he demanded.

"But…I had so much to do Dayne" I tried to explain.

"Boo hoo, come cry to me when you have a business to run" he fake cried. He then grabbed me by my arm and I already knew where he was taking me, to his room. I struggled to break free from his grip.

"Please don't!" I begged. "I can go make you dinner now, please!"

He ignored my cries as he opened his door and slammed it behind us. I was harshly thrown to the floor and couldn't help but cry from the harshness. My eyes widen in horror as he began to remove the belt from his pants.

"NO!" I begged.

"Shut up brat. You have to learn the rules around here" he stated coldly. He then began striking me with the belt. Every hit stung my back like a knife piercing through my skin. I cried and begged him to stop, but he just continued to ignore. I began to wonder if this pain would ever end. Why couldn't I have real parents that loved me? That didn't want to hurt me over the littlest mistakes? Tears freely feel from my deep green eyes as I pictured a warm and loving mother embracing me into her arms. And picturing a father telling me how proud he is to have a daughter like me.

After what felt like eternity Dayne finally stopped hitting me with his belt, but that didn't end the abuse. He started kicking me in the stomach. Dayne was always smart never to leave marks that could easily be seen. Lisa didn't do more than the occasional slap; no she was more into the mental abuse. Eventually Dayne finally became bored, but my night wasn't over just yet.

He knelt down and pulled me by my long blonde hair and I cried out in agony. "Get my dinner started now bitch" he ordered. All I could do was nod weakly as he grinned wickedly. He released his grip and allowed my broken form to fall to the floor. "Better be out there cooking in five minutes brat, or you'll really get have a long night of beating ahead of you" he warned.

My body shivered as he finally left the room. I tried to get up, everything hurt and my back was stinging like it was on fire. I let my tears fall in agony wishing my life was different. Why couldn't my birth parents just have tried to love me? If they never really wanted me to begin with, than I truly wish they would have just aborted me, death would have been better than all this. If I hadn't been born than I would have never had to know this pain, I would have never learned what it was like to not be wanted.

"Emma Swan!" Dayne shouted.

I cringed at his warning tone and quickly got myself up, while ignoring the shots of pain shooting through my body. Once I finally made it to the kitchen I quickly got started on cooking.

"Since it took you so long to get dinner started you get no food tonight" Dayne spat. He then walked out of the kitchen and into the living room to sit next to his wife.

My stomach growled with hunger but I ignored its plea for food and concentrated with getting this done so I could just crawl into bed already. Almost twenty minutes later dinner was done and the crazy couple was eating their food away. I was about to head up the stairs when I heard Lisa yelling for my name.

"You stay and watch us eat girl. This will teach you to get dinner on time from now on" she mocked.

My eyes widen at her cruelty. Tears were threatening to fall but I refused to let them. I stood my ground as I ignored every aching part of my body. I was certain that Dayne had broken a few ribs; I shuttered to even think how bad my back looked. The two took their damn time with their eating, but once they were done they ordered me to clean the dishes and said I could go to bed once I was finished. I took care of the dishes in no time and gladly headed upstairs to my room, finally solitude. I slowly and carefully changed into my red-set pajamas and crawled into bed. Once alone I finally let the tears fall freely, I have lost count on how much these people have made me cry this evening. My tiny body shivered as the silent tears continued to fall endlessly.

'Mommy, Daddy, why did you hate me?' These were my last thoughts before darkness finally consumed. I felt like a helpless little child that could do nothing to change her fate. If my fate was to ever change then I would need a family to save me. A family to really love me, and want me.

-Meanwhile somewhere in L.A-

Ginnifer Goodwin sat up in bed gasping for air. She could feel herself shaking, but she wasn't even cold and didn't understand what was wrong with her.

Josh turned so that he could look up at his wife. "Gin everything all right?" he asked concerned.

She turned to looked down at her loving husband and gave him a sad smile. "I'm fine sweetheart just a bad dream" she answered.

Josh than sat himself up and wrapped an arm around his wife. "Gin you been having these dreams for the past few weeks now, and your shaking" he said filled with worry. Josh loved his wife more than anything and hated to see her hurting in anyway.

Ginnifer sighed and leaned into Josh. "I don't understand Josh. I keep hearing this girl crying for me, begging me to find her, but I can't even see her face; or her for that matter. I'm in a dark room while she keeps pleading for me, I feel so helpless"

"Does she call you by name?" he asked curiously.

"No, she…she calls me mom or mommy" Gin answered.

Josh sighed he knew that ever since losing their little girl 14 years ago Gin has never been completely the same again. Although the two tried to never give up in finding their little one, Josh knew as time went on the chances became more unreachable for answers.

"Gin you know the chances of our baby girl still being alive are small right" he asked carefully.

"Of course I know that, but I can't give up hope. Oh Josh I think our little girl is out there somewhere and really needs us" she cried softly.

Josh began to rub her back in hopes to help bring some form of comfort to his wife. "I'm sure that if our little one is still really alive than we will find her one day, I promise you Gin" he vowed.

"I just wish I could hold her in my arms" A tear escaped and Josh gently whipped it away his thumb.

"I know dear, I know. But our little girl has her mother's stubborn will. I'm sure she could make it through anything" he replied.

A small smile graced Ginnifer's lips. Even though people have been telling Josh and Gin that they should just give up on the thought of ever seeing their baby girl again they absolutely refused. Ginnifer Goodwin knew that her baby was out there somewhere, and that she needed her to find her. She silently vowed to her darling little Emma that she would find her, even if she had to search the entire world for her.

"Let's try and get a few more hours of sleep dear, we have an early flight tomorrow remember"

Ginnifer sighed. "Your right love, I can't wait to see the rest of the cast again. That long break was nice, but I miss everyone, they really all do feel like family"

Josh smiled at his wife and couldn't agree more. "Yeah it'll be nice getting back to work for our second season, I really can't wait to see how the scrip will play out"

He then laid back down with his wife as she rested her head against his warm chest.

Ginnifer than looked up at her husband with a seductive smile gracing her lips. "And I can't wait to have you as my prince Charming again"

Josh laughed. "I'm always charming dear" he smirked.

"I couldn't agree more" she replied with a soft laughed. She slowly leaned down to her husband, planting a passionate loving kiss onto his lips. When she kissed him it was like sparks went through her body, even after all these years he could still make her melt into his arms. She sighed in contentment as she rested her head back down onto his chest and closed her eyes. While in the world of dreams she saw herself holding her little Emma.

TBC!