CLARE POV

I sat on the cushioned chair, browsing through the computer. Regina told me she had a meeting today but she seemed very anxious and to herself. I think she was lying.

I yawned. For some reason I had a major headache today. I felt like a horse had kicked me in the head. Even worse, I barely remember anything that had happened yesterday. I recall receiving the key to the house then nothing. Though, every now and then I would get fragments such as visions of myself hunting in the forest. I shook them off and focus my attention back on the screen and immediately scowled.

On the news channel in Maine there was my picture pasted on the home page and below it was a video. I clicked it and saw my foster parents; Phil and Sarah Walker. Phil was an unshaven, unkempt, and bear-bellied type of man but in the video he and his wife actually tried to appear like normal, worrisome parents.

"Yeah, we just miss her so much. My wife here has been crying non-stop." He wrapped his arm around the pale, lanky woman who wore too much makeup that was not complimentary by the slightest. On signal she let out a cry and hid her face behind her tissues.

"Clare was a blessing to our family. She made us laugh and made us so proud. It kills us that she is gone. We just want her back." I snorted. Yeah, so I could work for the two of them. They just wanted me because they got money. Sarah lifted her head and the camera man zoomed in on her face. The fake tears had smudged her makeup. "I just miss our little Cassie." She sobbed.

"Cassie?" The reporter asked.

Phil cleared his throat, trying to stall. He shot a deadly look at Sarah that no one else but me would have caught. "Yes, that was our nickname for her. Our-uh-dog died and she was so heartbroken. She wanted to be called that in our…dog's memory." The clip stopped and I exited out of the window. A dog? Wow. Thank God I ran away from that place. I'm surprised they even noticed that I was gone.

I went into the kitchen that Regina left me to go grocery shopping. At least I was with someone who actually cared about me now. No one would ever think to come to such a secluded town like Storybrook. I exited the door and began strolling on down the sidewalk. I was safe here. I was safe with Regina and I didn't have to worry about that life anymore. But for some reason, in the back of my mind, I was hoping that my past wouldn't come looking for me.

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"Is that all?" The registrar asked me. I nodded my head. "Alright, that'll be ten dollars and fifty-nine cents." I handed her the cash. She gave me a plastic bag with all of my essentials in it. I had just walked outside when I saw Regina's car zip by. I thought she had a meeting today? I wonder where she was going in such a hurry?

No, Clare, don't follow her. It's her business.

But maybe she's in trouble. ..

I groaned and started to jog in the direction her car went.

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Regina's car was parked at the stables. I saw David exit and he holstered his gun. My heart thrashed in my chest. I ran up to him, "Where is Regina?" I asked. He sighed. What is going on? Henry took by David's side, "There is a man in there! He was choking me!" Oh no…Regina! I pushed past David but he held me back, "Goldie, you can't go in there. It's too dangerous." He said.

My head flinched backwards, "Goldie? What are you talking about, David?" I asked in an accusing tone. David looked at me like I was an alien, "Do you not remember?" He asked in a whisper.

"Remember what?" David remained silent and continued to stare at me. "I don't have time for this. I have to help Regina." I rushed to the stable doors and slid them open. Regina slowly turned around. She was smiling and tears were running down her cheeks. "Clare, I'm so happy you are here. I have someone I want you to meet." Regina stepped to the side and I gasped.

A/N" Hey guys, sorry this is a really short chapter. This was a really quick one and I did not have time to edit. Busy schedule lately): Anyways, I hope this will suffice. Thank you for the reviews and stuff! Stay awesome!(: