A few weeks later, Emma entered the counseling office crying. "Emma, dear, what's wrong?" Regina asked. The younger girl just walked around the desk and hugged her, sobbing into the brunette's shoulder.
"They killed my cat." Emma sobbed after a while.
"What? Why?" Regina immediately understood that the younger girl was talking about her foster parents.
"They said she made to much mess. That there was too much hair everywhere." Emma explained, never letting go of Regina.
"You need to tell your social worker to move you, Emma." She said calmly, kissing the blonde's hair.
"No! Don't!" Emma said panicked. "If you do that they'll place me in a group home and I won't survive that again."
Regina sighed. "You're being dramatic, Emma. You'll be safer there."
Emma just started crying again. "No! If you call them, they'll take me away and I'll lose the only person I've ever trusted!"
Regina pulled away to look Emma in the eyes. Seeing the sincerity there, she sighed again. "Fine, I won't call them." She said defeated.
"Thank you, Regina." Emma said relieved. Over the last few weeks, she had started to trust Regina more and more. She felt like Regina was the only person who'd ever cared about her.
"I can't lose you, Regina." Emma said, starting to calm down a little. Regina smiled into the embrace.
Not realizing what she was doing, Regina leaned in and kissed Emma. The blonde was confused for a second, but then kissed back passionately.
"You're not going to lose me, Emma. I promise." Regina said, when they separated. Just at that moment the bell rang, signaling first period was about to start.
Regina whipped a tear from Emma's cheeks and pecked her lips once more. "I'll see you at lunch later, okay?" Emma nodded and left to go to class.
Sitting back down behind her desk Regina sighed heavily. What had she done? What if someone had seen them? The brunette felt happy, though. Emma had kissed her back and she said she trusted her.
A few hours later, Emma knocked on the office door, like she'd done everyday for the past few weeks. "Come in," Regina called smiling. They sat down across from each other at Regina's desk and started eating their lunch.
"Feeling better?" Regina asked in between bites. Emma shrugged a little, thinking back to what at happened at home.
"I'm not really a cat person," Emma shrugged it of. A few seconds later, she sighed. "It was Samantha's cat though. Sam died a few years ago, trying to protect me from abusive foster parents." A tear rolled down the blonde's cheek.
"She was the only friend I'd ever had." Regina took the younger woman's hand, signaling that she was there for her.
Regina comforted Emma for a while, until the bell rang and they walked together to class.
During class the principle walked in. "Miss Mills, can I talk to you outside for a minute." The younger brunette followed the other woman outside the classroom.
"What's wrong, mother?" Regina asked. This was the first time in all the three years she'd been working there that her mother had called her outside the classroom.
"It's the new girl, Emma Swan, her parents called and asked that we send her home immediately." Regina nodded. She looked through the window into her class and locked gazes with the blonde.
"Why?" She finally asked, turning back to face her mother.
"Something about a grandmother in the hospital or something?" The principal answered unsure.
Knowing it wasn't true, because Emma didn't have any grandparents, Regina wasn't sure about letting Emma go, but she didn't have a choice. She sighed frustrated and walked back into her classroom.
"Miss Swan, you're parents are expecting you at home." The blonde frowned and hastily packed up her stuff, running out of the classroom.
What could her foster parents possibly want her home early for? It worried both Emma and Regina.
