Regina hadn't seen or heard from Emma in days. She was really worried about the blonde, but she didn't know how to contact her.
Emma hadn't been at school since the day her parents called to get her home early.
One day, Regina decided she'd waited long enough and snuck into her mother's office. She looked up Emma's home number and called.
"Hello," A woman answered the phone.
"Hello, Ma'am. I'm Regina Mills, Emma's English teacher and counselor." Regina said to the woman, she assumed was Emma's foster mother.
"What do you want?" The woman asked coldly.
"Emma hasn't been in school for a few days and we were wondering if she was okay?" Regina asked.
"That little bitch isn't going to come to school until a few weeks. She's in the hospital, right now." The woman said, her cold and annoyed tone was getting Regina angry.
"I'd like to talk to her, as her counselor. Could you tell me what hospital she's in?" Regina asked, her own tone demanding and serious.
"The little bitch is in Boston General Hospital, if you must know. Now leave me alone," Before Regina could say anything else the woman hung up.
Regina almost ran to her car and got in, rushing to the hospital to see Emma.
"Can I see Emma Swan, please?" She asked the nurse that was sitting behind the front desk.
"Are you a family member?" The nurse asked while typing the name into the computer.
"Emma Swan is an orphan." Regina responded. "She doesn't have a family. I'm her counselor." The nurse nodded and told Regina the room number and how to get there.
Regina knocked quietly on the door, not knowing if Emma was sleeping or not. "Come in," the blonde's voice sounded weak, breaking Regina's heart.
Entering the room, Regina gasped at the sight of Emma. Her whole face was bruised and she had a broken leg and broken ribs.
"What happened?" the brunette asked worriedly.
Emma sighed. "I got beat up by some gang on my way home from school the other day." Emma said, but even she couldn't believe her own lie.
"Please, Emma. Don't shut me out again?" Regina begged. She sat down next to Emma and carefully took one hand in hers.
"Fine, my foster parents called me home, because they found out I was in love with a woman. My foster father raped me and beat me up. I've been unconscious for two days. My foster mom brought me to the hospital and told the doctors she'd found me like this on the street. They kicked me out. Said I was trash and burned everything I owned."
Regina was shocked by Emma's story. "My social worker's taking me to a group home for troubled kids as soon as I get out of here." Tears ran down the blonde's cheeks.
"We'll find a way to get you out of there, Em. I promise, I won't let anything bad happen to you again." The blonde nodded tiredly and fell asleep, feeling safer now that Regina was close.
The brunette snuck out of Emma's room and went back to the front desk. "Emma's counselor, right?" the nurse asked. Regina nodded.
"I need you to give me her social worker's number." The nurse groaned annoyed and typed the name into the computer, writing down the requested number.
She called the number the nurse had given her. "Hello," a man answered it.
"Hi, my name is Regina Mills. I'm Emma Swan's counselor." Regina could here the man's groan.
"What did the girl do now?" he asked exasperated.
"SHE didn't do anything!" Regina snapped. "Her foster father abused and raped her and you're not going to do anything about it?"
"That story isn't true, Miss Mills. Emma is known as a compulsive liar in the system. She always blames the parents for her mistakes. We're going to place her in a home for troubled kids. That's where she belongs."
"What is she lives with a therapist?" Regina asked.
"If you find one that is ready to take in Emma, I'll come check it out and maybe consider it, but this person will need to be made aware of Emma's troubled past." The man explained her.
"Fine, then you can come check out everything at my place." Regina gave the man her address. They agreed on a time and date and then they hung up.
Regina hurried back to Emma's room, hoping that the blonde was still asleep. Unfortunately, she had no such luck.
The blonde had woken up a while ago and had thought Regina had left her. "You're still here?" Emma asked as she saw the brunette enter.
Regina smiled. "Of course, I am, Em. I just needed to make a phone call."
Emma pouted childishly. "Who did you call?"
"You're social worker. He's coming to my house in two days to get me cleared for taking you in." They both smiled brightly at each other.
"Really? You'd do that for me?" The brunette smiled and nodded. She leaned over her and pecked her lips. "I will, but until your graduation no one can know about us, deal?"
Emma grinned widely. "Of course."
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