Sorry I've been away for so long! Life really did get in the way this time! I've just moved 237 miles to my new home on the Isle of Skye! And then I had to contend with not having the internet for two weeks! But BT homehub has now landed, allowing me to finally bring you an update! I should have another few in quick succession after this too!
Regina pounded her fists on the basement door, trying to shout to her love, but knowing it was useless. She had heard Emma's beloved car pulling up, and knew the blonde had come to confront her mother, just as she knew she would. She could hear her mother answer the door, and ceased her pounding on the door to try and hear what was going on above her. She heard furious footsteps pounding on the floor of the hall before disappearing, she could only assume upstairs, perhaps to her room. Those footsteps quickly returned however, and brought with them Emma's raised voice.
Tears streamed down her face as she heard the blonde defending her, telling her mother she loved her. She called out to the blonde, but evidently her voice didn't carry that far, as after an eerie silence from above, she heard footsteps quickly heading for the front door. Emma was leaving...
She could only guess at what her mother had don't to make the usually stubborn blonde leave. Had she threatened her? Or had she once again used her own special brand of manipulation to leave the blonde's head in such a state she didn't know what to think.
Quickly moving back from the door at the sound of measured steps descending the basement stairs. She tried to quickly wipe her eyes, squaring her shoulders as she stood as tall as she could.
"Well, your little knight in rusting armour certainly left quick enough. And here, you thought she loved you. Such fickle things, teenage feelings, Regina. You would do well to learn that. Now, do you think you've spent quite enough time down here? You'll be wasting away in this dark little hovel."
Regina warily took in her mother's confident smirk. Clearly she had come up with a little scheme that had had Emma running from the house, and she was pleased with the result.
"You would like to get out of here, yes?"
Regina nodded.
"Then let's get you back to your room, shall we?" said Cora, in a sickly sweet, sing song voice. "It's not as if she's going to want to see you anymore. And don't even think about the windows, dear, they're all bolted shut now."
Following behind her mother, Regina let her head hang low, trying to hide the tears in her eyes. What on earth had her mother said to Emma that had her tearing out of the house? What could be so bad that she would just leave her like this? She glanced up at her mother's back, knowing the woman to be capable of anything, and just hoping that whatever she had said or done to Emma, it didn't mean harm coming to the blonde.