Some Days

The door slamming made Snow jump violently and she growled, calling through the apartment.

"Emma! Doors!"

"Emma... doors." Fourteen year old Emma mocked her mother from inside her room. She was in a shit mood, she wanted to go out but just because last time she was this age she'd snuck out she was grounded. It wasn't fair that was like two months ago. She started pacing her room in anger, stopping only at her Stereo to turn it on and up loud.

Snow sat in the living room, reading quietly with a cup of cocoa. She heard the music start up and sighed. Boy did she hate it when Emma was this age, she was just... just so awkward and annoying. First off, she had to wear glasses, which she hated. And then, of course, there was the clothing. She refused to wear the child clothing, of course, but she didn't fit in the adult clothing, and any of the clothes she did fit in, that Snow had bought for her, she hated. But she hated most things on principal, because her mother bought them for her.

Emma stormed from her room to the kitchen, planning on raiding the kitchen, getting a shit load of food and then disappearing back into her room for the rest of the day.

As quick as she could she loaded her arms with crisps, chocolate and whatever other unhealthy snack foods she could find. Snow listened before standing and blocking the exit.

"Put the food back Emma. You know the rules, no food in your room." Emma frowned at her mother and stood firm.

"It's not fair! You let me the other day when Henry came round." Snow sighed, she had known at the time that that would come back and bite her in the ass.

"That was a special occasion Emma. You're not having food in your room and that's final." Emma stomped as she put all the food back, making sure to make as much noise as possible. Snow rubbed at her temples gently as she watched, making sure Emma didn't sneak any food.

Half an hour after this incident, Emma emerged from her room again, quieter this time as she approached her Mother.

"Mom... can I go see Red?" She asked quietly, clearly trying to play the cute and innocent angle. Snow glanced up and shook her head.

"No. You're grounded Emma, you know this." At this Emma lost her temper and stomped her foot.

"It's not FAIR! I never get to do anything! It's not fair! You're ruining my life! I fucking hate you!" She shouted before dodging out of the house and taking off as fast as she could down the street.

"Emma!" Snow called after her wayward daughter, pulling on her shoe's as fast as she could. But she was too slow and by the time she got out the house, Emma was long gone.

The blonde ran through the town, not caring where she was going. She didn't even know why she was mad anymore, all she knew was that now especially, she couldn't go home.

By the time she came to her senses, she was outside her Fathers house, shivering with cold and soaked to the skin from rain. She debated for a moment before approaching the door and knocking, drawing her thin jumper tighter around her.

There was a moment before James answered and honestly, this was the last person he expected to be at his door.

"Emma?" He asked quietly. She nodded, still shivering.

"God Emma you're soaking." He moved aside and pulled her in. He didn't care about her age right now, she was still his daughter.

"C'mon, upstairs I'll run you a bath." He carefully lead her up the stairs and into the bathroom. She continued to shiver, thankful that James hadn't asked. He showed her to the bathroom and started running her a bath. He left her to it, rummaging through his clothes for something that would fit her.

Two hours later the two of them were sat, Emma in a pair of shorts and a Jersey, sipping a hot drink each.

"Wanna talk about it?" James asked quietly. Emma shook her head, staring blankly at the TV.

"Wanna watch a movie instead?" Emma nodded at this and James slipped a DVD into the machine, pulling out his phone to text Snow, letting her know where Emma was and that the girl would be staying with him tonight.