A/N – This may not be the best Chapter and might be full of mistakes but I was desperate to update. Thanks to all still reading. Done for fun not profit.

Chapter 9

My knuckles turned white as my grip on the steering wheel tightened. My headlights had bathed them in their own personal spotlight and seemed to make the rest of the world fade to black. I had been out driving, in an attempt to clear my head. Mine and Emma's fight had been weighing heavily on my mind and I just needed to get out of the house. I had at first thought I had been unreasonable, throwing her out of the house before she even had chance to explain. But after thinking it though I realised I had nothing to apologise for. As a former Evil Queen I found it hard reining in my temper and although my reaction may not have been ideal it was certainly better then other potential reactions.

As I swerved the car to a halt all I can think of is why. Why was she doing this? We had one argument and she does this. I had been on my knees for God's sake (and believe me such a submissive position was not easy for me) and that's the moment she decides to tell me that Gold is involved. And I knew that twisted imp being involved in any way could not lead to anything good! From the first moment our relationship altered I could feel her pulling back. I had stupidly put it down to her troubled past causing trust issues. How wrong I had been, I felt like such a fool.

The allure of Miss Lucas wasn't a complete mystery to me. Its fair to say she's attractive in obvious and slutty way. But we had one fight, and in less then 48 hrs she has her hand half way down Ruby's shorts.

As I tried to rationalise things I could just feel myself becoming more and more angry. I know I should have driven away and calmed down but I just couldn't. I could feel rage coursing through my veins and I knew what I had to do.

I get out of my car and slam the door shut, I hear the glass in my vintage Merc smash but I'm to focused on the task in hand to even turn my head. It would have been nice if the sound of tyres screeching or glass breaking had distracted them but no, they were still tangled round each other surrounding by a pack of drooling men.

I grab a fist full of brunette hair, tinged with cheap red highlights and pull as hard as I can. Hating myself for being impressed at the condition her hair is in. A large clump comes away in my hand and I smirk as I assume they are extensions, it isn't until I see the blood and small fragments of skin still attached that I realise her hair is real, I just pulled hard enough to rip it from her scalp. Ruby's hands immediately go her head, trying to stem the bleeding and ease the pain. All this happening and so quickly meant no one had spoken yet, so I took my chance to have the floor. I grabbed Ruby by the throat and pinned her against the wall of the bar. She was to busy clutching her head to stop me and even if she wasn't I don't think she would have dared push me any further. My fingers closed tighter around Ruby's throat and I felt my eyes glaze over from fury.

"If you ever touch her again, I will wait until wolf time, skin you alive and wear you as a coat. Do you understand me?"

Her coughing and spluttering while desperately clutching her seeping skull was all the confirmation I needed that she did understand. And now to deal with Emma. I didn't want to turn around. I didn't want her to to be able to look in my eyes, see passed the rage and see that I still loved her. I knew her dimpled chin quivering as she held back tears and her gorgeous green eyes filling with moisture would be enough to make me crack. She had to suffer a little for what she had done. I couldn't just let her come running into my arms, apologising and that be enough. I knew if I turned and looked at her I'd be done for. I walked back to the car, finally surveying the damage and cursing under my breath. I hear Emma call me, begging me not to go, pleading and apologising profusely.

"I'll deal with you later." Is all I call back. I don't know if I meant it to sound like a threat, but it could have been read that way. I get back in my car, carefully avoiding shards of glass and start the engine. I take one last look back and immediately wish I hadn't. I see Emma rush towards Ruby, her hand on her back the other inspecting the damage I had done. There was nothing remotely sexual about their interaction, but the tenderness alone was enough to start a flow of tears. I don't know why, what had I expected? That Emma would have just walked away leaving someone bleeding in the street? If she had have done she wouldn't have been the woman I fell in love with.

I somehow managed to make my way home. I practically crawl upstairs and get into bed praying that exhaustion takes over before the pain becomes truly unbearable. It doesn't happen. I'm awake all night staring at the ceiling and seeing nothing but the woman I love kissing someone else. I reply everything over and over in my mind and the pain only seems to intensify each time. I can feel my heart being torn in two. Right now I hate her so much I can hardly stand it, but I also still love her. In a very true and real way that I didn't even think was possible. Every inch of me ached, I finally admitted to myself that the only thing that would make me feel better is to be in Emma's arms. The realisation brought on more tears and more pain.