Riff Raff had stormed out of their new home and into the nearest bar. As he sat down on a stool at the bar, he ordered his drink and watched a couple laughing and cuddling up into each other's arms. Sighing, his thoughts turned to how he and Magenta used to be. They were inseparable and they were always seen walking hand in hand, gazing into each other's eyes lovingly.
But something had changed. Magenta no longer needed him to protect her. Their time on Earth with Frank had made her stronger. She could fight Frank off on her own. He hated not being there to help her when Frank really hurt her, but it wasn't his fault. They were always given jobs that meant they were on opposite sides of the castle, he couldn't keep his eyes on her in these situations. He had broken his promise to her and he'd forced her to learn to defend herself. Why hadn't he stood up to Frank like she had? Their roles had swapped. Riff used to come back to their room with terrible wounds that Frank had given him and depended on Magenta to tend to them and look after him. He was her big brother, it shouldn't have been like that. He hated being the weak one.
Looking down at his hand, he sighed again, totally ashamed of what he had just done to his beloved sister and what he'd done to her before. It hadn't been the only time he'd hit her and he hated himself for it. But then again, she had deserved it, hadn't she?
She'd promised that morning she'd be home with dinner ready, on the table for him when he got back from work. So when he got home and found that the dinner was not on the table and that she was not home, it made him angry. She'd lied to him. Magenta arrived several minutes after him, with some excuse about the Queen keeping her busy. Why was she lying to him?
His anger boiled again and he gripped the glass in his hand tightly.
"Look what you've done to me, Magenta. You and your lies are destroying me. I love you, but you obviously don't return those feelings." He growled to himself.