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(Mary Margaret's POV)
"No, it can't wait any longer. I have to file this restraining order as soon as possible" I said to Emma as I was heading towards the front door. "This is wrong on so many levels"

"But, how about you just give her another chance? We all deserve second chances" Emma stated.

"Not this woman" I replied turning to her.

I could see the sadness grow into her face, but I couldn't give into that.

I opened up the front door, shut it behind me and headed out to my car.

There were so many thoughts running through my head.

Just what kind of women wants to do that with a child? And why with my child?

I drove off and headed towards the police station.

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(Emma's POV)
As soon as my mom had left, I called Regina to see if I could stay at her house until things cool off, but as it was ringing I knew she wouldn't think this was a good idea, but she wasn't someone I could just forget, someone I could just loose feelings for. Somewhere along this way I became attached to her, like she's turned into a craving, not just a want.

"Hello?" I heard Regina say as she picked up.

"Hey, Regina.. I have a question" I said shyly.

"What's up?" You could hear her sadness through the phone, as she didn't have that happy voice like she did the other night.

"Do you think I could stay at your house?" I questioned.

"Your mom wouldn't like that, Emma you need to stay there" her tone grew stronger.

"But, she's filing a restraining order and I don't want to be away from you at all." I begged.

"Emma, you know deep down this is wrong, your mom just has the guts to do something about it."

"Wait Re-" She ended up hanging up.

I could feel my eyes form tears, and then I felt one run down my cheek.

Like I said, I can't just forget about her.

I ran upstairs threw some clothes into a suitcase, carried it downstairs and wrote a note for my mom.

Mom,

You were right, this is messed up, what she did was so messed up. I need to clear my mind, I headed over to a friends for a bit. I'll be back in a few days, when my mind is free of what she did to me.

Love, Emma.

I left the note on the table, and headed out the door towards Regina's house. Whether she wanted to me to come or not, I was coming and I was going to stay there with her.

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(Mary Margaret's POV)
I arrived to the police station, got out my car and headed inside. I know getting this restraining order will take time, but I'm willing to go through anything to get this woman away from my daughter.

"Hello ma'am, may I help you?" The officer questioned.

"Yes, I'm here to file a restraining order against Regina Mills" I stated.

"Okay, Ma'am I'll have to send her a letter stating she is going to be brought to court, as well" he said. "Do you happen to know the address so we can speed this process up a bit?" He questioned.

"108 Mifflin Street" I told him.

"Alright I'll deliver it to her house myself, so it should be there by sometime later today, and your court date will be on" he stopped to check his computer to I guess see when the court had opening dates. "It'll be on Monday of next week, the 20th ma'am" He finished.

"Okay, thank you" I smiled and left.

Monday? That seems so far

That means for the next few days I will have no choice but to enforce that the seeing of Regina will no longer be done by my daughter.

I hopped back into my car and headed home.

When I got home and went inside of the house it was empty, or at least it felt that way.

"Emma?" I called out. No answer. "Emma?" I said once again. And once again no answer.

I picked up my phone, and tried calling her. I heard her phone ringing, meaning she had to be here. I followed the sound of the ringing only to be led to a phone with no girl next to it. Where could she have possibly gone?

I went back over to the counter, I saw a piece of paper that wasn't visible to me before and I read it.

As I was finishing up reading the letter I was happy she finally agreed on how I felt, and that she finally agreed that this was wrong and what I was doing by having Regina not come anywhere near her was right, but I was still confused on why she seemed to leave her phone just lying around and not take bring it with her.

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(Emma's POV)
I arrived at Regina's house and knocked on the door. It wasn't that long until the white door had opened.

"I thought I told you to stay home" she stated.

"You did, but you're not at my house, so why would I stay there?" I questioned.

I could see a small smile grow on her face, meaning I was cheering her up.

"Your mom will be worried about you"

"She'll be just fine, I left her a note saying I was heading to a friends. So, that's where she'll think I am" I replied.

Regina had stepped to the side of her door moving her hand, signaling me to come in. And that's what I did I stepped inside her house and headed for her couch.

"Do you want to watch a movie or something?" She asked.

"Sure, let's watch a scary one" I answered.

Regina came over to the couch with me to cuddle, she turned on a scary movie, and before I knew it I was passed out.

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(Regina's POV)
I woke up to a knock on the door, Emma and I ended up falling asleep during the movie and she was snuggled next to me. I turned my phone over to read the time and it said 9:52 p.m. Who would knock on my door this late? I quietly got up and moved Emma's head so she wouldn't wake up too.

I opened the door only to be met by an officer, a police officer.

"Yes?" I questioned, as my eyes were still adjusting to the lighting.

"This is for you" he said, handing me a letter. "See you in a few days" he stated walking away.

I had shut the door and immediately opened the letter.

Court? She's taking me to court? For a restraining order? She's going to file a restraining order against me?

I looked over at Emma, and I realized I wouldn't be able to be this close with her anymore. I could feel my eyes start to tear up. I started heading towards the kitchen and I leaned over the counter.

I was trying to figure out what to do.

This could be one of my last moments with her, I can't believe that this could be the last time I see her.

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