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Chapter two

'Uhm… Well I forgot my favourite comic book, so can I like come in and get it from my old room?' Henry said, not even sparing a second glance at his adoptive mother as he brushed past her, which almost sent her toppling over.

Henry ran up the stairs, she wanted to say no running on the stairs! but she knew it would fall on deaf ears, and perhaps her voice would then betray how she was really feeling. Perhaps it would betray; that within another two weeks, she would be lying lifelessly on the floor having struggled for her last breath, and now no more would come again.

She felt a hollow throb in her heart for the way Henry hadn't even spared her one single look. Hadn't even given her a single second of eye contact. Not a minute of conversation. She hadn't seen him at all in two weeks, and not much in the week before, and yet that didn't matter to henry, well if Regina looked at it now she was almost certain that Henry has lost the capability to care for her.

The shouts of how terribly evil she was, how she didn't love him, couldn't love him because she was nothing but an evil queen. The thing that had hurt the most out of everything though, was that he had shouted that she wasn't his mother. That she, after ten years of raising him with nothing but love, he had claimed that she had never been his mother.

That was the thing that had broken her. That had shattered her walls and had made her cry her eyes out when she found herself alone in her mansion.

'Mom, are you alright. Normally you aren't in your pyjamas anymore at this time.' Henry says when he comes back down to the foyer where she had stood the whole time he had been looking for his comics. It was weird that his mother hadn't followed him upstairs, or really said a word to him…

'Yes my dear, but since they do not want me as a mayor anymore, I have found that there isn't much reason to change into my normal clothes.' Regina said, her voice a painful raw thing, now sounder lower than her voice normally even was. If Henry noticed, he didn't say anything as he gave her a quick nod and then with a slight awkward pause looked at her once more before he stormed out of her house and grabbed his bike before racing off back to the apartment he shared with his real mother and his grandparents.

The grandparents that had ruined her, that had made her existence on this world a sufferable experience. And then those bastards dared to say that she was the only evil one here. The only one to blame for the situation they were in right now. They had such a hero complex, they couldn't even see it when they were doing something that was far from good.

Why had Henry really come along though? If he really needed those comics couldn't his new, and of course much better family, have bought those three comics for him? It didn't make sense to her why he would need to barge in, brush past her without granting her a single glance, before suddenly pretending like he cared for her again.

Was this something the Charmings had given him? Was this an elaborate way to pie on her so she wouldn't plan anything evil? They all knew she would never deny Henry entrance to her house. They knew she would always be hoping for the return of her son with her. So was this a cruel way to show her the power they had over her, that they could make her own son spy on her?

That must be it. That must be the reason for the short visit of her son. Had he looked through different rooms while she had been downstairs trying not to collapse. She was sure that she wouldn't have heard it if he had done so, because her head was pounding so hard she could hardly make any other sounds out anyways.

Would her son truly betray her like that though? Was all so far lost that he would do that? Perhaps for his new mother he would. He would still view her as bad, and of course with those operations of his, she was certain this hadn't been the first time she had been betrayed by her own son. Someone she had given all the love she had in her for ten whole years.

Regina decided that perhaps if she made a trip to his room, she could have a look at what he had really taken, if he had really only come here for the comics, or perhaps for more and she just hadn't seen him taking anything else.

She wasn't at her sharpest at the moment, so that could be a reason for her missing any of the obvious clues that he had taken more with him.

She looked up at the stairs and felt her heart drop. She could barely walk, god, how would she even be able to climb up the stairs again? This would be an impossible task that could perhaps take hours to complete. But then again, she literally had a whole day to do it. There wasn't much else that there was to be done here on her own.

She really was drowning in her own self-pity and self-loathing, and if she had been healthy or in a right state of mind she would have laughed out loud at the idea of it. That she would ever get this bad, but now she couldn't do much else as her only social contact was herself…

When, after three whole hours, she had actually reached Henry's room and she took it in. first she didn't see anything out of the ordinary, except for a knocked over stack of comics. But then she missed something. The little teddy bear that Henry had had with him his entire life since his first birthday when she had given him the thing. Was that truly the real reason that he had come here. For something she had given him?

It made her heart flutter just to think about the possibility of that truth.