Regina'a p.o.v:

My phone alarm rings violently down my ears causing me to shoot up from my slumbering state. I throw my hand out of the covers and let it crash against my phone knocking the snooze button. I groan in agony as I twist my body trying to us both hands to unplug my phone from its charger. As only one hand didn't cut it.

I slump back into my soft duck feathered pillows and scroll through the Lock Screen of my phone, reading all the unwanted notifications:

Robin: Regina...im sorry xx

Robin: Regina please answer me xx

Robin: Can we talk please? xx

I roll my eyes at the sight of Robins name and then throwing my phone on the opposite side of the king sized bed. Ignoring all the calls and texts. I drag myself up and out of the silk red covers and wonder into the bathroom starting up the shower waiting for it to get warm. I strip down of my clothes and turn to look at myself in the full length mirror.

My arms sagged to my sides as I looked myself up and down. Disgusting. My arms and back where Cloaked in purple bruises and not to mention my face... I had a busted lip and there was a black band across my nose symbolising a deep bruise.

I stumble down the stairs ignoring the fact that my home was a bomb sight from what happened the night before. I walk up to the mirror by the front door trying to avoid stepping on any glass and tripping over tipped chairs while checking that my make up was all still intact and checking the bruises weren't visible through my concealer.


Later That Afternoon...

I push open the door to granny's diner, letting the bell chime before I set foot inside. The aroma of bacon and coffee wafted through the air and up my nose making my mouth water. I walk over to an empty booth and pick up an unused menu on the way, flicking through it like I don't know what I'm going to order.

I submit my order to Ruby, the waitress, and she waltzes off with a bounce in her step. Her apprentice Dorothy following in tow like a helpless lost puppy. I let of a small smile at the sight and look back down to my hands and begin to examine the red nail polish that was becoming chipped.

The smile I once had on my face was soon wiped off in seconds as i felt a cold dark shadow cast over my body. Leaving a shiver to run straight down my spine. I look up into their gaze and there he stood...'Robin'. Every time I would say his name I would gag in disgust as it would leave a bad after taste in the back of my throat.

Before I could even utter a word his lips crashed into mind causing me to whimper in pain. The taste of copper covered my tongue letting me know that I'm bleeding somewhere. Either my lips or my tongue. Everyone in this town thinks that me and Robin are this perfect little couple that live a happy and beautiful life. False.

I try to wiggle out of the kiss but he refuses to pull away as his hand snakes to the back of my head pushing me in impossibly closer. And that's when I heard the most touching, angelic voice shout out "HEY!?". They barged into Robin causing him to clatter to the ground and me along with him. A hand come down towards my face and by the looks of it...it was a woman? I grabbed what I assume is her hand and she hauled me up to her level.

"Sorry about that miss- er?" The woman began. "Miss Mills" I state confidently brushing down my pencil skirt not yet meeting her gaze. "Miss Mills, yes, sorry about that" she sheepishly mumbles. "Er yeah no worries" I utter with the last pat downs of my skirt before making my way back to my original seat in the red leather booth. I could feel the woman staring at me but I brushed it off as i fluffed up my hair and checked it in a hand mirror I always carried around with me. "Oi, you blonde bimbo do you mind?" Robin exclaimed in pure rage "Robin leave it" I pleaded looking up at his angered state. The woman placed her hand on my shoulder and gave it a light reassuring squeeze and that's when I looked up at her in disbelief. Golden curls fell down at the side of her face framing it perfectly but still exposing her perfectly chiselled jaw king. Her eyes glowed forest green in the diner light showing all her joy and excitement in the moment. Her lips where plump and lush pink. I couldn't stop staring.

Jeez she's stunning. She gave me a small flirtatious smile with a wink and moved her gaze back up to Robin "you heard the lady" she stated so confidently. Robin took a step forward coming face to face with the gorgeous blonde. Gorgeous?...what?. "You will regret doing that" Robin spat. The blonde put her hand on her chest "oh really? What are you gonna do?" She sarcastically questioned. Which made me giggle slightly as Robin gave her a baffled look. Giggle?Regina mills dose not giggle. He then darted his eyes towards me causing me to zip my mouth shut in seconds. With not another word he stormed off out of the diner, slamming the door on the way.

The blonde slid in the seat in front of me and reached a hand out towards me once more "Hey, I'm Emma. Emma Swan" she smirked. I shook her hand firmly. Wow her hands where soft . "I'm Regina, Regina Mills" I smiled as my cheeks sparked a rosed tint. The blonde gave me a warm smile in return as she picked up the menu I once had. "Do you mind?" She pointed down to the menu. Indicating she would like to join me. "No of course not" I smile more "be my guest" I finish. The blonde waves the waitress over and confirms her order. "So Mills mills..." she began.

The convocation floated back and forth between us both so freely. Like we had known each other for years. I've learnt her age, her past job and why she's just recently moved to Story Brooke.

'28, bail bondswoman and she's moved because there's much more of a grater job opportunity for her here'

"Well Miss Mills it was-" Emma began before I cut her off. "Call me Regina remember" I smile and the blonde returns it. "Regina." She began "it was nice meeting you and I hope to see you around but I best be off for now" she chirps as she jumps from her seat and waves me goodbye.


I melted into my bed wrapping the covers up to my ears. All I could think about was that woman. That Emma Swan. Her name rolled of my tongue effortlessly and my heart swelled every time she would pop to mind. That woman made me giggle and I never giggle...giggling is for silly little teenagers. As my mother once said.