Summary: Regina Mills is used to having everything done her way. She controls every little detail that goes on in her life and the lives for straight lines and even numbers. Her world is suddenly taken by storm when she meets Emma Midas, another teen struggling with her own demons.
Chapter Four: Breaking and Entering.
Is it truly considered breaking and entering if your father owns the building and practice? No at least that's what Emma convinced herself of as she used two bobby pins and her pocket knife to pick the lock of the Storybrooke Clinic. She decided to enter from the back of the building, where there wasn't any flow of human traffic and the risk of being discovered was minimal. Hearing the door click softly, she grinned before pulling it open and slipping inside. What she didn't expect was to run straight into her unamused mother as soon as she rounded the first corner.
"I figured I would find you here. You are so predicable, to be frank it's quiet disappointing." Ingrid was positively steaming as she eyed down her guilty daughter.
"Whatever. You know that might have hurt my feelings, had I gave a damn what an alcoholic thought of me." Emma quipped trying to walk around her mother.
"I am FAR from an alcoholic, Emmalyn! Maybe I wouldn't have to drink if you had never driven me to that point! God! What happened to you? I can't even recognize the girl standing in front of me!" Ingrid exclaimed.
"Well drinking has been said to effect the senses. Did you drive like that, Mother Dearest?" Emma smirked.
"You know, the only reason your father has let you get away with nearly all of the things you have pulled these past few years is because he feels guilty. And you milk it up! I just can't believe as a daughter you would be willing to take everything from the man who has given you anything you could ever want or need. But this all stops now." Ingrid shook her head, her words coming out in a shuddered breath.
"What are you talking about?" Emma quirked an eyebrow, not liking the direction the conversation seemed to be heading.
"Your father, god bless him, only ever can see the good in you. So I had to show him, you aren't this perfect little angel! We had a bet, I knew you would be coming into here. He didn't think you would break in to steal something he gives so freely, so he took it." Ingrid watched her daughters eyes bounce back in forth as she tried to process what was being said. A small part of her wanted to stop what she was about to do. But a larger part, the one that had been in a power play with Emma for the past four years wanted to finally be able to say 'Checkmate'.
"What bet?" Emma ground her teeth.
"If you broke into the clinic, he would willingly stop your CannaKids treatment, and we would look into some more clinical trials. You will be flagged from receiving any sort of medical cannabis for the next five years. If you hadn't broke in, I would have never brought up your treatment again. It was a deal he couldn't refuse." Ingrid explained watching Emma's eyes widen at the severity of the conversation.
"Y-you can't do that? Daddy would never allow you to!" Emma shouted, her attention turning to the man in question whom was walking in the room. The look in his eyes was one of disappointment.
"Daddy tell me this is some sort of joke." Emma took a step forward, but stopped abruptly when he shook his head sadly.
"I thought for certain you would come to me first. I always tried to keep the line of communication open to you, Ems. I thought we had an understanding." He sounded so broken, but that was the least of Emma's concerns.
"You're really going through with this." Emma hissed out at her mother, who simply stared at her blankly.
"You fucking suck! I hate you! I hope you burn in the pits of hell, you stupid BITCH!" Emma spat in her mothers direction. Victor watched on with hard eyes, he couldn't believe the words coming from his little Emmy's mouth.
"Emmalyn stop this right now! That is your mother, you will show her some respect!" Victor interjected, and his daughter turned to him stone faced with hot tears running down her cheeks.
"Please! You are the worse! I knew it was only a matter of time before you caved on your promise to me! You knew from the beginning she never wanted me on Cannakid, even before we ever got to where we are! But I guess you really can't argue with the one who sucks your dick huh?" Emma seethed, watching her fathers face flush with anger.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" He boomed, his anger taking control of his mood. The tone alone startled Emma who had never heard him raise his voice. Frightened, she took several steps back until she tripped over the medical cart, sending the materials on top flying as she fell into a heap. Everything seemed to stop until Emma got up and bolted from the room.
"Emma!" Ingrid called after her, preparing to run after the teen who she had never seen like that.
"Shit!" Victor sent his fist flying into the wall in anger, leaving a decent sized hole behind. Ingrid was caught in between trying to find her child and tending to her husband. Figuring she was the last person Emma would want to see, she huffed before grabbing the materials needed to plaster Victor's hand.
"How did we get here, Inna?" He sighed heatedly.
"She'll calm down. Right now she's so angry, Vic. She mad at you, me, Katie, the world. I'm not sure if it's apart of her being a teenager , her being Epileptic or a combination of the two. I'm not sure how to help her but we've been fighting this uphill battle for so long." Ingrid exhaled as she finished tending to her husbands hand. Kissing his bruised knuckles, she let the limb fall onto the inside of her thigh, and bit her lip at the heat it generated.
"I've never seen her afraid of me, I never wanted that. God, she must hate me." He shook his head.
"We all lose our tempers at some point, Elskede." Ingrid murmured, placing her face into the crook of her husbands neck before leaving a small kiss at his pulse point.
Several hours later.
She didn't know how long she had been here, but she barely had the energy to lift herself up off the forest floor. Her mouth was dry like cotton, and she could taste a slight tinge of blood from where she must have caught the inside of her cheek. Sleepy, was the only other feeling she could hold onto as she went crumpling face down into the dirt again.
.
"It's been six hours now, she should be home slamming things around, throwing more insults." Ingrid bit her lip as she looked out the window hoping to see her daughter making her way up the driveway.
-And your sure we have to wait a full twenty four hours? Frank, you're her uncle and her godfather!" Victor hissed at his older brother.
-Some Sheriff you are! You can't even find a seventeen year old girl!" Victor bit out before hanging up.
"This doesn't feel right, Elskede." Ingrid murmured, feeling Victors arms wrap around her waist.
"She's fine, I'm sure. Storybrooke is possibly the safest town in Maine." He assured her.
"It isn't about the safety of the town, what if she left town? What if someone convinced her to go with them? What if when she ran away she got hurt?"
"We can't think like that, Inna. I'm sure she'll come bursting through the door any minute now." He asserted.
"When she gets back, she is so grounded." Ingrid huffed.
"From what exactly? She doesn't go to school, she isn't in sports, she doesn't have a car or friends. Lets face it, the only time she actually left this house to do something was that night she got arrested. How can we punish a kid that doesn't really have much to lose? We already are switching her treatments." Victor roughly wiped his face in frustration.
"I think we need to increase her sessions with Dr. Hopper. It's obvious we've reached the end of our ropes with her, and she needs to be able to talk through everything with someone that is looking in from the outside." Ingrid began rubbing soothing circles up and down her husbands back to calm him.
"I just don't know if we're approaching any of this right. I feel like we are using her condition and medication as a way to punish her. Forcing her to increase therapy sessions because we don't like the way she's acting. We both know its the lack of control that has her pissed. How is forcing her to do something against her will going to help her?" Victor questioned.
"We have to be the parents in this situation Elskede. Sometimes we have to make decisions for our child and what's in their best interest. This is what's in her best interest." It was Ingrid's turn to be the reassuring one.
"Why don't we go sit down on the couch while we wait? I'll pour you a glass of wine, go on." He nudged her away from the window and into the family room. She only hesitated for a moment before sighing and doing as he asked.
Victor poured himself three fifths of an aged Scotch and his wife a glass of white wine, knowing that anything red would be too heavy. He sat with his wife of 22 years for four hours while they waited for their teenage daughter to come home, before they accidentally fell asleep.
Regina internally panicked as she speed deeper into the outskirts of the Storybrooke Woods. The amount of dirt and bacteria alone was enough to send her nerves on fray, but she calmly reminded herself that she had hand sanitizer and wet wipes. And the reason she was out here, rushing deeper into the woods was because she knew her mother wouldn't look for her here. The pamphlets that littered the desk in her mother and step fathers study was enough for her to bolt.
They wanted to have her institutionalized. She gasped when she suddenly tripped over something and went sprawling to the ground. When she whipped around she realized it wasn't something, it was someone.
"Emma-"