Behind These Eyes
I am really, really enjoying writing these, please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors I am trying so hard to get my idea's on paper without mistakes, so let me know if I do make mistakes and I will do what I can to fix them. Don't forget to let me know what you think; whether I should continue or if you don't like it. Cheers :-)Regina
He didn't care about me, I knew he couldn't feel but suddenly she comes along and he can feel for her. A dark emotion surged through my body, and I labelled it jealousy, the man I gave my body to had gone and had feelings for someone else. I had his heart for Christ sake, it wasn't possible that he could feel for her.
I walked down the stairs of my fathers grave to wear I kept his feelings, his life, his heart and I grasped it in my hand. I felt my eyes fill with tears as my hand clenched the heart and turned it to dust, I felt his heart stop and grief rushed through my system.
I locked up and went home, knowing that if I didn't get there soon Henry would be leaving to go meet up with her, and I didn't want him seeing a dead mans body, that would be Emma's problem to deal with Henry after all, was still only a boy. The one person I loved who was closest to me.
Anger coursed through me as I remembered he had run away to find he, I hadn't been a good enough mother, He had his book. How did he get that book? How did he know?
As I opened the front door I called out to Henry and when I got no reply I ran upstairs, if that boy wasn't there when I opened the door, I would kill Emma Swan.
I opened the door and saw him lying asleep in his bed. I felt a smile warm my face and resisted the urge to stroke his face. I would go and have a warm bath and then do exactly as Henry was doing and go to sleep. God knew I deserved it after all killing a man, was hard work.
As I was lying in the bath I heard a thumping and shrieking from the front. I grinned inward knowing exactly who it would be. I jumped out of the bath as I heard Henry jumping down the stairs to answer it first.
Running down the stairs I heard Henry's voice so loving and fury made my vision hazy.
On reaching the foyer I saw them, arms wrapped around each other my vision blurred with a blind rage I wasn't aware I actually had.
"What do you want Miss Swan, surely at this hour you would be asleep. Or with Graham?" I raised an eyebrow just so, hoping she would get the hidden jab in my question.
"What did you do?" Her voice was demanding and grief ridden, good, she should be sad.
"What on earth do you mean dear?" I kept just enough innocence in my voice without sounding Corny.
"Henry go to bed. I need to speak with her." Emma's voice was soft when she spoke to Henry. He ran off to bed without question. Why wouldn't he listen when I asked him to do things?
"What do you want." I asked coldly.
"You killed him, I want to know how you did it." Her voice broke and I smiled.
"Oh did Graham die? Surely you don't think I have something to do with him dying?"
"Oh I think you have everything to do with him dying." Her voice dropped to a low deadly whisper as her eyes flashed.
"Don't know what you are talking about there, Miss Swan. Last I knew you had him in your arms." Another sharp blow gone to target, I noted as her eyes glazed.
"There were know signs of stroke or a heart attack. What did you do?" She asked again.
"Maybe take him to a doctor, Deary, they would have a better idea instead of just standing in my foyer.
"Ill get an autopsy, you wont get away with this you feral bitch!" Emma yelled as I walked back up the stairs. Knowing I wouldn't sleep I passed through my bedroom and into my chamber, glaring at the book laying on the table in front of me.
Hearing Emma's car drive away with a squeal made me smile and with that I started reading.