Hello, Lovelies.
This is my re-entry to the world of multi-chapter stories, and I'll admit it. I am not starting with a new story, but instead, I am re-writing Baby Girl. This was my first real fic, and I didn't do it justice. I am fully writing it out and finishing it. I hope you enjoy it.
Always.
Emma of Arendelle.
Chapter One, Prequel.
Emma could feel the scrap of yellow paper cutting into her hand from holding it so tightly. Surely, this wasn't the right place. There was something stirring deep within her, something urging her to run for the hills. It might have been a nice house at one point, but it was dilapidated and trashed. White paint was peeling from the boards and hung down in large strips. The front yard was full of broken bottles, fast food wrappers, and just random bits of trash. Emma was pretty sure that she saw a used condom in the yard, too. She was about to turn around and get back in her car when a voice stopped her.
"Oh, hello darling. You must be Emma. The warden said you would be coming over here. We like to help where we can. Well, come on in, and we'll get you settled." The woman in the door looked like your stereotypical matron from the 50's. She suppressed a shiver as she walked up to the front porch. It wasn't like she had anywhere else to go. Neal had seen to that. Getting closer to the woman, Emma saw that there was a hardness about the older woman. Her salt and pepper hair was in a tight bun, but stray hairs flew everywhere, and her dark eyes were like tiny beads.
The blonde considered turning tail and making a run for it, but she was caught off-guard when the matronly woman grabbed her by the elbow and brought her inside. Before Emma could form half a coherent thought, her car keys and phone had been taken from her. She was forced to change into a pair of short shorts and a cropped camisole. After that, she was taken up to the second floor and shoved into a room with a few other girls who wore similar outfits. The door was slammed behind her with a sickening click, indicating that it had been locked from the outside.
Having no other choice, Emma turned to face the other girls. There were three in total, all different ages but none older than 23. The oldest looking one came up to her and guided her to the empty bed. Grateful for something resembling kindness, Emma offered a small (but scared) smile. "I'm Gloria but they call me Titsy around here. They'll give you a new name too, and you better answer to it. Otherwise, they'll put you in the hold." Emma didn't need to ask to know that the hold was bad news. The other girls introduced themselves as Maria "Barbie" and Riley "Sissy." They told her all of the rules that must be followed. Emma couldn't help but start crying. This wasn't what she wanted. She just wanted to get better and try and get her son back. The door opened at that point, and Emma's eyes went wide as she saw the tallest, biggest black man she had ever seen. His gaze landed on her, and she suppressed a shiver as he pulled her out of the room.
The next few hours were a blur to the young woman, but she made a vow after she was unceremoniously dumped back in the bed. She didn't care how long it took, but she would escape this place. She would get away from Hank, the matron, and this absolute hellhole.
