A/N: The chapter was supposed to have been published hours ago but I wanted to draw Blaire, which honestly didn't take that long but my software malfunctioned D: So it ended up being a 4 hour deal. Andddd then the chapter wont even publish with the artwork in the header *Seething Rage* So I'm going to publish the chapter anyways with no header (It won't even let me put a gif up there. ) And tomorrow if wattpad wants to act right, there will be art in the header XD ANYWAYS Enjoy the chapter guys, I'm really excited for this book! Let me know what you think <3

Blaire

So far, David and Mary-Margaret seemed to be giving me space, which was nice. I Knew it wouldn't last. They seemed to be very involved in Emma's life, and I had a feeling, they'd want to include me too. My parents were involved in their own ways, I knew my parents had to work all the time so I didn't expect them to be at every single Art Show the school had. Sometimes they would sneak in, at the very last minute for the awards, and that was enough for me. I got to spend plenty of time with my dad on the weekends, He was a youth boxing instructor and He'd been teaching me since I was 5 so I spent the weekends with him at his gym. Mom was a nurse so her schedule was much more unpredictable but I never felt like my parents weren't there for me.
Until now.
My mother was missing, and my father was in jail because everyone seemed to think he had something to do with it and ironically, this is when I felt I needed them the most.

I sighed, staring at my phone mentally willing it to ring. My dad was supposed to call me tonight but a couple hours had gone by Emma was already home from playing mini golf and there was still no sign of a phone call. There was a light knocking on my door and I looked at it, wondering if I should pretend to be asleep.
"Blaire?"
It was David. I kept quiet and folded my arms over my desk and rested my chin on them.

"Listen...If you don't want to talk right now that's okay. I Understand. If I were in your shoes, somewhere new with people I didn't know, I'd be hesitant to speak too. I just don't want you to feel like you're alone because you aren't. Your father...he contacted me from jail before you came here. He knew you would be safe here with us and I may not agree with a lot that my brother has done in his life, but I do know that he wouldn't put you somewhere he didn't think you'd be taken care of. I don't know much about you Blaire, but I'd like to. So when you are ready to talk to me, I'll be here." David paused and cleared his throat. "Um..anyways...Goodnight see you in the morning." He added and he waited a few moments for me to respond just in case, before I heard his footsteps going down the hallway.

"Goodnight.." I muttered under my breath. There was no way he heard it, and I didn't even know why I felt the need to say it. I turned back to my phone, watching it. Determined not to miss this call.

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I opened my eyes, and the first thing I was aware of, was how uncomfortable I was, the second thing I realized was there was daylight in the room. I peeled myself off of my desk, and stretched rotating my neck and shoulders wondering how the hell I managed to fall asleep sitting at this desk. I checked my phone, no missed calls, no messages, nothing. I frowned and stood up before walking to the window looking at the sunlight.
"Gross.." I said and closed the blinds and pulled the curtains over the window.
"Hey! Elvira, it's breakfast time!" Emma called from outside my door.
"Be right there, Princess!" I sneered and rolled my eyes. I walked out of the room, and down stairs. The smell of eggs and bacon..and pancakes maybe? Hit me before I made it to the kitchen. I slowly peeked in the kitchen at David cooking breakfast like he was cooking for an entire army. He turned and looked at me and smiled.

"Morning." David said.
"How many people are joining us?" I asked.
"It's just us, I wasn't sure how hungry you'd be." David chuckled.
"Dad tends to over cook." Emma said and shrugged and sat down and started helping herself to the food put out on the table.
"Go on, have a seat." Mary-Margaret smiled at me and gestured for an empty chair. I walked into the kitchen and sat down. David brought a plate of bacon to the table before sitting down.
"Help yourself Blaire. No need to be shy." He chuckled.
"Not shy. Just wondering where to start." I muttered looking at all the food. Mom was usually just getting home from work when I got up and was asleep, and Dad was usually just heading out the door for his day job. So I usually ended up with Eggos. Which I didn't mind.
"Bacon is a good start." Emma shrugged and grabbed some bacon from the plate on the table.

"What's the plan for the day?" David asked, breaking the awkward silence as we ate.
"I figured, I'd show Blaire around town a bit." Emma said.
"Oh, that sounds nice." Mary-Margaret beamed. "Maybe introduce her to some of your friends that way starting school in a couple weeks won't be so nerve wracking?"
I thought that idea sounded absolutely horrible but it didn't appear I'd have much of a choice.
"That was the plan." Emma nodded.
"What kind of things do you like to do Blaire?" David asked. I felt all eyes on me and as I looked up, I cringed. They were all watching me expectantly.
"Nothing really." I shrugged. "I'm kind of a homebody. I like to watch tv and be alone."
It was partially true. There was plenty I liked to do, but nothing I figured they'd be interested in but if there was anything I did love, it was my alone time. I wasn't a fan of crowds.
"You didn't have any extracurricular activities you did in school back in Oregon?" Mary-Margaret asked.
"Nope." I said. I actually did Art every year of high school, but I figured since this was the last year of school and it was a totally different school, there was no point in it.
"Oh, well Storybrooke students are required to have at least one. But there are plenty of classes and clubs to choose from! Emma does Cheer." Mary-Margaret smiled.
Of course she does.
"I also do Choir, and Yearbook." Emma smiled. "If you like taking pictures I can totally get you into yearbook."
"I'm good. I'll find something." I shrugged. "Thanks though." I added.
"Sure." Emma replied.

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"So this is the library." Emma said. I looked up at the huge clock tower, with a library underneath it. So far this was my favorite part of town. I liked to read about as much as any broody teen did.
"Is that it then? You showed me the park, downtown, main street, the school, the square and the library." I said.
"Yup. Thats it, Welcome to Storybrooke." Emma chuckled. "Well... there is one place I didn't show you. Come on." Emma said and took my hand and pulled me down the street from the library.

There was a small strip of shady looking places almost tucked away from the rest of the perfect little town that looked like they hosted the strange and the sleazy and it was the only thing that reminded me of back home.
"My dad doesn't like this side of town." Emma said.
"I could see that." I shrugged.
"Most of the calls he answers are from over here. Bar fights, domestic violence..."
"An everynight thing where I lived." I said. "You get used to sleeping to the sound of sirens."
"Sounds...depressing." Emma said.
"It was home." I shrugged.

"Well Emma Nolan, what brings you to my side of town?" An accented voice said from the shade.
Emma rolled her eyes.
"Are you trying to be scary, Will?" She sighed. I watched as a boy walked out of an alleyway towards us. "Because you just sound like an idiot."
"Ouch. I'm hurt." Will smirked. "Seriously though, what are you doing here? Not the best side of town for you to roam." He said and then turned to me. He looked me up and down and grinned. "You however..you fit in nicely."
"Leave her alone Will." Emma scoffed. "This is my cousin, Blaire. I'm showing her around town."
"I can handle myself." I said and rolled my eyes. Will extended his hand.
"Will Scarlet."
I put my hand in his and shook it. So far Will seemed to be the only person here who didn't make me want to drink and play in traffic, besides Emma...sometimes.
"Blaire Nolan." I said.
"Will goes to school with us. When hes not ditching, or suspended. So you may see him, 3 or 4 times before the year ends."
"Oh, Do you miss me then, Emma?" Will said and bit his lip.
"You wish." Emma scoffed. "Come on Blaire, lets go, We're meeting Ruby and Gina at the ice cream shop."
"Sure." I shrugged and looked at Will. "You coming?" I asked.
Emma looked at me like I'd just offered her up for sacrifice. Will however looked a little surprised that he was included, and that is exactly why I asked if he wanted to go.
"Nah. Not my thing, However if you ever get around these parts again, look me up." He winked. "I'll show you some fun."
"Not gonna happen." Emma scoffed and took my arm leading me away.

"You do not need to get mixed up with him, unless you want to end up in Prison like-" She stopped suddenly.
I pulled away from her.
"Like what?" I challenged. "Like my Dad?"
"Blaire I didn't mean it like that." Emma sighed.
"You did. Own your shit Emma." I glared. "First of all, I don't need you to hold my hand, and decide who I associate with, My people, are not your people. I can handle myself."
"Okay, I'm sorry. Lets just go, the girls are waiting." Emma said.
"So go." I shrugged. "I'm doing my own thing for the rest of the day." I said and turned on my heels walking away from her.

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I spent the rest of my day, familiarizing myself with walking around the town so I knew where everything was. It was a small town, and everyone seemed to know each other, so I got quite a few strange looks as I walked through town square. Of course it was also still Summer, and I wore mostly black so that could have been the reason behind the odd looks too.

I had my music blaring in my headphones as I walked. I pulled my phone out to change the song as I stepped off the curb as the music paused before the switch I heard someone scream, and then a Motorcycle flew by me, almost taking me out of existence. I scurried to get back on the curb and slipped falling backwards onto my elbows.
"Son of a bitch.." I grumbled and looked down at my phone that was now cracked. "Great." I scoffed. I heard the rumble of the motorcycle as the person who almost killed me turned back. He stopped the bike, and got off of it and strode towards me.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?!" He demanded as he pulled his helmet off. I looked up at the man yelling at me and was suddenly at a loss for words. His hair was dark, and messy from the helmet, and his scruff had an auburn tint to it, his eyes were quite possibly the bluest I'd seen.
Well hello dreamboat who dropped you in this dull as fuck town?

"I could have killed you!" The man continued his yelling. "What are you doing just walking out on the bloody road like that huh?!"
I stood up and brushed myself off coming back to reality.
"Who pissed in your cheerios pal?" I asked. "Maybe slow down a bit."
"I was going the speed limit. You weren't paying attention!" He barked and picked up my headphones that were still blaring the music.
"These are going to get you in trouble." He said and handed them to me.
"Not watching for pedestrians will get you in trouble." I scoffed and took my headphones from him.
"Turn it down when you're walking, lass." He said in an authoritative tone before he walked back to his motorcycle.
I held up my favorite finger as he drove past but secretly hoped that would not be the last I saw of cranky motorcycle man

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It was getting dark, and I decided to cut through the shady side of town on my way back to the house, also I figured it would be a good place to smoke. I stopped for a minute to light my cigarette leaned against the wall.
"Blaire Nolan. How did I guess I'd see you back here?" Will said as he swaggered out of the darkness.
"What can I say? It has its charm." I shrugged and held out my pack of cigarettes to him. Will took one, and I tossed him my lighter.
"Honestly though love, this is not the place you want to be after dark." Will said, and he actually sounded concerned.
"I'm fine." I shrugged.
"Well yes, you are but thats beside the point." Will smirked. I rolled my eyes.
"Word of advice, acting like you are Gods greatest gift to women? Not cool. Dial it back a bit dude."
"And you are just the authority on all things cool?" Will asked.
"No, but women don't like that shit. You may think its cute, and charming but its not."
"And what do women like?" Will asked.
"Fuck if I know, I just know its not that." I shrugged.
"Well what do you like?" Will asked.
"People who don't ask so many questions." I said.
"No, Honestly." Will said.
"No. Nope.. not going to happen. I am emotionally unavailable." I shook my head.
"Just my type." Will shrugged.
"Find a new type." I scoffed.

I saw flashing blue lights before a police cruiser slowly pulled up.
"Oh He did not.." I groaned.
"Someones in trouble." Will said in a sing song tone. "Curfews a bitch love."
David got out of the car and approached us.
"I've been looking everywhere for you." He sighed and stopped in front of us and turned to look at Will and then back at me.
"You okay?"
"Never been better." I shrugged.
"I can see that." David sighed and took the cigarette from my hand and put it out. "Lets go."
"I was on my way back. I can walk."
"Just get in the car Blaire." David said. I rolled my eyes and walked to the police car.
"Shall I get in the back since we're going to treat me like a criminal?" I asked.
"Front is fine." David said. I got in the car and shut the door. David got in and looked at me.
"Don't look at me like that." I muttered and looked down at my hands.
"Like what?" David asked.
"Like you just found me shooting heroin. It was a Goddamn cigarette." I snapped.
"Calm down Blaire. No one here is against you like you think. I'm only worried."
"Well don't. I'm fine." I said.
"You don't seem fine." David said.
"Just drive." I said and looked out the window.

"Emma told me what happened earlier..." David started. I remained silent in no mood to talk. "I told her it was uncalled for to make that comment. She agreed, and she feels horrible." David paused waiting for me to say something and then sighed.
"This isn't just new for you. Okay? I have no idea how to talk to you because you don't talk, and when you do, you have so little to say. I'm just as scared, and confused as you are Blaire."
I pulled my headphones up and turned on my music.

The second we got in the driveway, I almost didn't wait for the car to stop before I unbuckled and got out.
David was hot on my heels as we walked inside.
"Hang on." He said. I turned around and crossed my arms.
"Hand them over."
I pulled the cigarettes out of my back pocket and tossed them at him.
"You can't have the lighter, its my Dads." I spat
"Fine." David agreed. I pat my pockets, realizing Will never even gave the lighter back to me. I felt my eyes welling up. It was the only thing of his I was allowed to take because it was the only thing I could grab before the police collected all his things for evidence.
I turned around to go upstairs.
"Wait a minute!" David said.
I turned around again. I absolutely hated crying in front of anyone and this was just pissing me off that he wouldn't leave me alone.
"Curfew in this house is 11 during summer, and 10 on school nights."
"Great." I said. "Can I go?" I asked and accidently let a sob out.
"Blaire, what's wrong?" David asked, stepping towards me.
"Just stop acting like you give a shit! You didn't care about me, for the last 17 years, you don't have to pretend too now!" I shouted.
"What is going on?" Mary-Margaret asked as she walked in the living room.
"Blaire, just calm down and talk to me!" David practically begged.
"Leave me alone." I shouted and hurried up the stairs. Emma was waiting by my room.
"Blaire I- Are you okay??" She asked.
"Don't talk to me." I snapped and pushed past her to get into my room and slammed the door.

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After a couple hours, I calmed down and realized it was almost 1AM and I was starving. I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. I crept down the stairs and into the kitchen, leaving the lights off as I opened the fridge.
"You too?"
I felt my soul jump out of my body and back to Oregon as the light flipped on and I saw David standing in the kitchen.
"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you." David said.
"Probably shouldn't sneak up on me then." I said and turned back to the fridge.
"There's leftovers from dinner in there for you. The red container."
"Thanks." I said and took the container out of the fridge and opened it. There was some grilled chicken, broccoli, and potatoes in the three section container and it smelled amazing. I popped it into the microwave and leaned against the counter waiting.
"I figure you're just down here since you haven't eaten since breakfast, but I can't sleep so I'm going to eat food I shouldn't." David said and pulled a container of ice cream out of the freezer. It was cookie dough, which was my actual kryptonite. How were we so much alike but so different at the same time?

David grabbed a spoon for him and a second one and held it out to me.
"While you wait?" He shrugged. I hesitated for a second but I really wanted that ice cream so I took the spoon. He opened the container and we dug in.
"So..earlier." He said. I glanced down. I Knew that would come up.
"Look, if you don't want to talk about what upset you earlier that's okay. I'm not going to push, I just want to know you're okay."

"Honestly... I'm not." I said. "My mother is missing. They suspect foul play and they've arrested my dad in connection with it, and refuse to tell me anything. My dad was supposed to call me two days ago and hasn't and the only thing of his I brought with me, was that lighter and I let Will borrow it last night and forgot to get it back. I'll probably never see it again." I blurted out.
"I'm sure you'll get it back. If I have to, I'll get it back. I'd rather do that than have you on that side of town." David said.
"When you live in a town, where the entire town, is That side of town, it's not so scary. I can handle myself. I'll ask him for it when school starts if I have to." I shrugged. "I'm sorry I was an asshole." I said. "I Just need time. I don't know you guys."
"We understand Blaire. We don't know you either...but we aren't total strangers."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I'll show you." David said and nodded towards the living room. My food in the microwave had long been done and would have to be reheated but I followed him. He lead me to a wall where there were a bunch of family pictures and pointed to one. The first thing I noticed was my dad's arm was in the picture, and the only reason I knew that was because he had a tattoo on that arm. My eyes scanned over the picture and I saw David sitting on the couch with one baby in each arm. "That's Emma." He said and then pointed to the other one. "And that is you. You were only 2 weeks old at that point."

"He never told me about this.. About you. Why?" I asked.
"Before my brother left Storybrooke, he got into some trouble. Some that..I couldn't quite get him out of and he blamed me for that. There was a lot of resentment. He packed up you, and your mother and that was the last I'd heard of him until recently."
"What kind of trouble?" I asked.
David looked a little uncomfortable, as if maybe he'd said too much.
"Maybe another day." He said and cleared his throat. "You should probably eat your food and get some sleep." He smiled but it was an awkward smile.
"Okay..." I said skeptically and looked back at the picture on the wall. Why would my dad keep this moment from me? And why..wouldn't David tell me what happened that made the two of them stop talking? Something strange was definitely going on and I began to wonder what other things my Dad might have kept from me, and what kind of person he really was.