Not... enough... Once Upon A Time! I'm already going through withdrawals! Next season is going to be awesome! KYAAAA! and silly rumple. The seer said the boy would be his undoing, nothing about him dying. Least that what I think. Oh, and I understand that some people were confused by my last updates. Pm me and tell me what they are so that I can elaborate, unless it is something that would ruin the story. :)
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Luvetta swiftly packed her bags. She had to get herself ad her children away from Greg quickly. If she didn't, Gold would take them. Gold would take her babies away from her. The thought was terrifying. She couldn't lose them, not now. No matter what the cost. She had to protect them. From him.
From it.
What was it?
The darkness.
Darkness?
Luvetta sat back, calmly listening to the voice that filled her head.
The one who hurt you.
Him.
He will try to hurt them. He will try to kill them.
He can't!
You must stop him-
"What is going on in here!"
Luvetta jumped. Greg stormed across the room. Luvetta tried to back away, but the man was too fast. He slapped her, hard, before using her hair to drag her across the room. He dragged her into the living room, where Nicole and Nicolas were asleep in their strollers, next to the bags she had already packed. He threw her on the ground in the center of the room than kicked her.
"You were going to him, weren't you?" Greg seethed.
"No, I-"
"I was right!" Greg snapped. "He didn't rape you! You went to him willingly! I know you did!"
"No, please, I-"
Greg continued to beat her, for how long she did not know. When he finally stopped, the babies were crying and Belle swore he had to have at least broken half of her ribs.
"You will not be leaving this house," he said. "If you do, I will kill you and them. Do you understand?"
Luvetta nodded. Greg stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. Luvetta sobbed. She couldn't leave. She couldn't stay. Gold would come for them. Oh god, what would Greg do? She couldn't let Gold take her children away from her!
Luvetta stopped crying suddenly, like she had been put on mute. She stood wobbly, her eyes cold.
She knew what she had to do.