"God damn it!" I slammed my fist into the wall. This isn't moving fast enough. I returned to my pacing. Shattered glass and ceramic crunched under my boots and I can't help but think this is all that damn witch's fault. Something is slowing it down. I hunched over my desk. My life's work sat on that stupid hunk of mahogany. "Why can't you people die already?"
I've been trapped by these stupid rules for far too long. If this damn virus worked so well to throw a wrench into Cora's life then why in the name of all that is holy is it not working on her daughter? Her weak stupid proud daughter. That bitch locked me up in here. She should be dying right now but no, she's having sex with that little sycophant Emma Swan.
Oh yes she got the perfect life. Her parents back together and in love. Magic. A lover. Her damn child! Why am I the only one to be gypped by this? "I never did anything to you Regina!" I screamed at the walls, "I did everything you asked! Everything you wanted! And you stabbed me in the fucking BACK!"
My name, it's all in my name. No wonder they gave it to me. I understand why the queen of hearts gave it to me. I'm without my wife. My child belongs to someone else. I'm trapped in this house all the day long. No wonder I'm mad. I will get my daughter back. Then we will go home, and I will get my Alice back.
I pulled Regina's hair back and held it there while she emptied her stomach into the toilet. It wasn't the first time today, and I doubt it will be the last. I guess somehow I expected her to shove me away or something. It's probably just the honeymoon period talking. That and the puking. I doubt Regina would let me do this on a normal day.
She finished and I passed her toothbrush over without a word. She took it and started brushing furiously. Is it a sign? Or is that just a thing that everyone wants to clean that taste out afterwards. Probably the latter. I'm being an idiot. Why are you taking everything as the beginning of this big relationship? Regina's just in it for the sex. The hot, glorious, sweaty sex.
Regina staggered to her feet and spat in the sink. "You know darling?" She slurred, leaning back against the counter, "I think this is a very bad thing."
I frowned and walked over, putting my hand on her forehead. It's a little warm but not like fever warm, "What do you mean Regina? You feel fine."
"No, no, no." She moaned tugging me against her, "This darling." She purred, kissing my neck, "This is a very bad thing we're doing. What happens when Henry gets back? We're going to be screwing each other on the counters or something and my son is going to be traumatized." A shiver ran down my back.
"A uh, what? You lost me at screwing on the counters." I bit my lip. Having sex while she's sick would probably be a bad idea, no matter how hot I am for it. Of course Regina's not making it any better.
"My son doesn't want to see me having sex." She kissed my neck, "So when he comes back, you need to sneak in."
"Sneak in?" I pulled back and looked down at her, "Like you want this to keep happening?"
Regina glared at me for breaking contact and stalked after me. Each step she took I took one back. I wanted to look her in the eye as she said it and that wouldn't work with her face buried in my tits or something. Of course that plan was stopped in it's tracks when my back hit the door. She braced her hands on either side of me, "Emma Swan there is nothing in this world that is going to stop me from screwing you on every surface in my home, and quite a few outside my home. Not even our son."
"Ruby! Get your butt back here we have orders ready to go out!" Granny shouted. This time the waitress didn't move. She was frozen in place, staring out the window in what could only be described as fear. Granny grumbled to herself and rounded the counter, "Ruby what are you staring at? We have customers…" She trailed off, staring up at the shifting purple and violet sky above them.
"Everyone up!" She turned and shouted, waving her hands, "We gotta evacuate! It looks like a hurricane is coming!" Everyone got to their feet immediately. If it wasn't a hurricane it would be a blizzard and neither were forgiving this far north.
"Granny..?" Ruby called, sounding a little scared, "Th-the is it supposed to be green?" The damn girl was hugging herself and staring out the window like a little kids staring at the boogey man. She didn't even have the sense to run.
Granny trotted over and grabbed her granddaughter around the shoulders, ready to tug her back towards the storm shelter in the basement. That's when she saw what Ruby meant. "Oh hell, not again."