hi everybody! I'm back, and Yesss with a new story. I'm so indecisive, and completely rubbish with updates but I think you'll like this fic. It's based of the episode lana starred in on "The Defenders" with my own added twists. Regina is serving life for the murder of her husband, she meets robin and I guess you know the rest. Thanks to anyone who still continues to stick with me. It's much appreciated guys, so this one is for you! Please don't forget to review so I know your thoughts. xoxo
Trapped.
"Robin. We have a new inmate coming in from Boston I need you to be at the front entrance to take her to her cell, the court says she's quite hot headed." Humbert said. He was the boss, so robin had little objection.
"And who may it be this time?" Robin asked with interest.
"Regina mills." Andddd that's when his face dropped.
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Jail. The word sounded harrowing, but anywhere was better than her previous "home". She didn't even struggle when they came for her, she let them take her after slapping the cold metal around her wrists.
She managed to get some sleep on the journey to Maine. "Storybrooke county jail" it didn't sound too threatening, besides that was her new home now, she was gonna have to get used to it wether she liked it or not.
She was pulled towards the entrance of the place she'd no doubt be spending the rest off her life in, someone was waiting for her. Someone with beautiful blue eyes and sandy blonde hair, she wasn't blind. She could appreciate the fact that he was attractive, she just hoped he wasn't a disgusting pig.
She followed him silently through the halls and let the insults off the other inmates go over her head. She was growing bored of the silence untill he cleared his throat to gain her attention.
"Why did you do it." Robin asked, he wasn't usually supposed to socialise with the inmates, but something about her made him grow suspicious. She was sinfully beautiful and innocence practically radiated off of her. She couldn't be the cold blooded murderer the media had made her out to be. Could she?
"Do what?" She asked, knowing full well what he was referring too, but she wanted him to ask her up front.
"Kill your own husband?" He knew she was intentionally being difficult. What else could he have been asking about.
"Not everything is black and white. Officer" she took a pause whilst looking for his name badge as they carried on walking. "Lockesly" she finished and he was suprised at how his name sounded rolling off her tongue.
"Well I'm afraid murdering someone sort of blurs the lines a bit don't you?"
"I made my point in court, it was overlooked. Therefore I really couldn't care less about anything else." She said in finality and just in time too, she was outside her cell.
"You need to change into these and I'm sorry to say I have to be present." Robin said with regret as he handed the clothes. That was the hardest part of his job, disturbing woman's privacy. Sure they done wrong and they had to pay the price, but robin was personally against it.
"I'm used to it." She muttered before turning her back and shrugging her top off.
He could barely contain the gasp that left his mouth when he caught a glimpse of her body, she was bruised everywhere. Most of them where fading but it was the fresh ones that scared him more than anything, they looked very painful. Then he saw the scars scattered all over her back and his heart broke.
Her legs wern't much better either, this poor woman was black and blue robin wasn't an imbecile. He knew where they had come from but it wasn't his place and he didn't want to make her more uncomfortable than she probably already was.
When she had done and turned to give him her previous clothes she couldn't help but notice the pity in her eyes and that pissed her off more than anything.
"If you need anything, ask for me directly and I'll help you as best I can. I'll be back in a few hours to take you to the lunch hall." His voice was soft and while it was a change to her previous encounters with men she knew he was only being nice because he felt sorry for her and she wasn't having that.
"Whatever you say." She flopped herself down onto the cot that was provided and sighed, feeling slight relief at finally being able to lay down on something that was actually quite comfortable; for a prison bed anyway.
As robin turned to leave she spoke once more.
"Next time when trying to be discreet, don't stare so much, I could feel you burning holes in my back." Her voice held no emotion whatsoever. His cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, he muttered a small apology before leaving her alone.
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It was the rattled of the keys in the cell door that had awoken her from her restless sleep, that vile bastatd was dead but she still couldn't get away from him.
It was him, again. Like he said, normally she would have rolled over and told him to sod off. But she was hungry, she hadn't eaten much before the journey there and her stomach was begging for it.
So she got up and followed him down the grungey halls without a word said. It was a huge place and she had yet to familiarise herself with it. He was staring at her again she could feel it, but she'd be damned if she looked back. She knew as soon as she looked at him she'd hate what she saw. She was not weak. She was strong, she's taken care of herself for a very long time.
*a few months prior*
"You really must take better care of yourself wife. It saddens me to see you hurt." His smirk sickened her, Ofcourse it was fake. It was him who fucking caused all her hurt.
Leopold Blanchard was rich, filthy rich. It was just like Cora to pounce the very first chance she had, forcing her into a relationship with him and immediately excepting his marriage proposal before she had time to comprehend just what the hell he was doing. That's why she was stuck here, In this disgustingly huge and lonely mansion constantly preyed upon and being used as a personal punching bag.
"Regina you need to watch what you're doing. How will you care for your wonderful husband with your hand like that." Cora questioned, her eyes burning into Regina's soul.
"Mother it's only a precaution and I will make sure that he is well cared for" Regina answered bluntly, hoping to be done with the conversation at hand rather hastily so she could rest.
He'd come home infuriated that one of his stocks had fell through and naturally she took the brunt of it. Which resulted in a lot of terrible bruising and a splint to support the cracked bones in her hand.
"You better had, he was good enough to take you for a wife so you will tend to everything he needs."
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That memory was fresh in her mind, after all she was dreaming of the beating she'd gotten straight after her mother left for addressing Leopold as "he". The memories made her shiver, which of course he noticed.
"Here we are. Let me know when you're ready to leave." He said quietly before stalking off to talk to the other officers.
She took a tray of food and made her way to the back of the hall, hoping to quell the terrible hunger she felt and maybe forget about the tradgedy that was her life for a few seconds.