Chapter 9: I Don't Care Who My Legal Guardian Is!
A/N: Just a quick tip for this chapter: It picks up where chapter seven (Gold/Kathleen fight) left off now
R&R
I stormed away, walking in only one definite direction; away from my father.
A lot of people stared at me, maybe because I looked ready to kill, maybe because I was out of school on a Wednesday and it was 12:30. I don't know and I could care less.
"Hey, hey KID!" Emma called to me from across the street.
I turned on my heel, ready to kill the new sheriff. "WHAT?"
Maybe I shouldn't have yelled. I mean she is the sheriff. Oh well, who cares anyways.
"Umm, I was just going to ask you if you wanted to come to Granny's with me." She started walking across the street.
"You want to be seen with me? Mr. Gold's daughter?"
"Umm, Ya sure." She put her hands in her pockets.
"Ok, if you don't cherish your reputation then sure." She gave me a strange look; I ignored it and walked inside the diner.
After Ruby took our orders, mine being a Earl Grey tea with five spoonfuls of sugar and hers being a grilled cheese sandwich, Emma opened her mouth to speak.
"What's up?"
"Nothing much…"
"Built in lie detector," I shot her a glare, "And I saw you storm away from your dad's car."
"Nothing you should be worried about." I shrugged her off, hoping she would just let it go. She did, kind of.
"So why are you not at school, when I know for a fact you are supposed to be in Algebra 1?" She looked smug.
"Playing hooky?" It was only a slight question. Mostly a question of would she believe me.
"Your dad would not allow you to, and you just got out of his car." Why did the sheriff have to be so smart? Graham would have bought it.
"I got suspended." I raised my hands in defeat.
"That's obvious, I want to know why."
"I punched Jake Lions…" I slouched back in my seat, no more questions?
"Why?" She had this look on her face, a kind of 'I've been there and made the same choice and now regret it' look.
"Because he provoked me."
"Good excuse!" She laughed.
"Ya, it is. And you nor anyone in this town have a right to judge me! I can be my own person, I am my own person, everyone expects me to be evil, and a jerk, and always looking for a way to get their money, but that's not me! That happens to be my dad. Do I look anything like my dad?" I realized just in time that I was standing up, and yelling. With about half of the town looking at me. Note the sarcasm.
"Good to know how you feel." I turned to face the door, and there stood just who I needed: My dad.
I could see the hurt etched in his face. I know he's not evil, nor any of the things I said, but… how do I tell him that.
He turned to leave, but spoke over his shoulder, "If you were your own person, you wouldn't stoop to comparing yourself to the most hated person in town." I inwardly groaned. Now I didn't just feel bad, I felt awful. My dad, the famous Rumplestilskin, who will grant even the most unholy of wishes, had next to no self- esteem and instead of being there to help him, I had made it worse.
Grabbing my bag I followed him out the door.
"Dad! Dad! Wait, wait," I ran down the street after him, considering he is supposed to have a bad keg he walks fast.
"I'm sorry." He turned to look at me.
"Now, but if I hadn't heard would you?"
"Yes-"
"Don't lie."
"I'm not. I'm the one who's supposed to be helping you, not bringing you down."
"You think that affected-"
"Don't lie." I matched his harsh tone.
"Kathleen, you are a lot of trouble, you're more work then worth, and you drive me insane, but your still my daughter… and, and"
I smiled, "I get it."