7th January 2017
The day of the Disappearance.
My home was eerily quiet as I walked through the front door. No loud music blaring through the speakers , no tv on loud , no Emma muttering her thoughts to herself. However the yellow monstrosity that Emma called a 'car' was present in our driveway. It could be seen a mile off. She never did get rid of that thing, it has sentimental value to her.
She stole it.
Yes.
Stole it.
I married a thief.
Any kind of discussion about her getting rid of the car would soon end up heated. So I left it and the car continues to take up valuable space on my drive.
'Emma?' the sound of my voice echoes throughout these empty halls. 'She must be sleeping' I think silently.
Oh Emma. How I hoped you were sleeping.
However, you were not sleeping. You were not doing anything. You weren't here. You didn't walk anywhere , you'd always drive even if it was two minutes away you always refused to walk. Which immediately tells me something was off. I had been too busy finding you I completely missed the glass on the floor from the smashed coffee table. Don't panic Regina. But I panicked , something was off , and it scared me. So I follow my instincts, I dial 911 and report my wife missing. Within the hour, detectives were at my home examining the place.
28th September 2010
"Thought little diners were not your style Regina?" Swan's Diner was not the place I expected to be at this hour, the coffee was bad and that Blonde was annoying, but it kills me to admit there's something so intriguing about her. Every time we part it's like I yearn for her again. There had been no more accidental meetings since that night at the bar on Valentine's Day , but the blonde was constantly haunting my thoughts. Nothing ever happened, she told me she was looking to be my friend , and do you know what I did? I payed for my drink and I left.
"Yeah well your the only place open so late so your bad coffee will simply have to do." She sneers which irritates me.
"What?"
"You are incredibly rude Regina. Do you know that? "
"Yeah well where does being nice get you huh? Do you want me to tell you that this diner is beautiful and your coffee is to die for? Well no , unfortunately Emma it is not and I would be lying and I am no liar. "
"Well if you hate this place so much maybe you should get out then." There was no way she was kicking me out right now. I don't think so.
"Make me."
"I don't have the energy for your sort right now you snobby bitch so either you order or get the hell out of my diner."
I simply ignore the rude name I am referred to and focus on something else.
"Your , diner?" I notice she refers to this place as 'her diner' often.
"Emma Swan. This is my diner that I worked very hard for , it may not be the five star restaurant I'm sure your sort are used to but I work damn hard for what I earn lady , so are you going to order or am I going to have to get your ass arrested for harassment?"
"Well that's lovely for you to say dear , you wouldn't dare call the cops on me."
"Try me."
"I want your awful coffee. "
"Fine. Then you leave , and you don't return , have I made myself clear Miss...?"
"Mills." Emma storms away. I'm aware I'm unliked by many and I get pleasure in getting under people's skin. Maybe I'm a sociopath.
So I did as the blonde said. I left. But would I listen to her and stay away from the diner? Most probably not. In fact, I pull up the next morning and I can practically feel the blondes rage surrounding me.
The Little bell above the door chimes as I push the door open. The weather on this weary September morning was awful , I grabbed an old newspaper from my car which was used as an umbrella.
Hmm. No blonde I think to myself , yet the diner was busier than I'd ever seen before. It seems that this is the place for people on early mornings when the weather is shocking.
I park myself far away from everyone at the small table in the corner and an over-worked dirty , sweaty waitress waddles her way over to me. Yes. Waddles.
Did I mention she was heavily pregnant? Probably eight months pushing on her due date.
"Can I take your order?"
"How far along are you?" I blatantly ignore her question.
"Uh thirty-eight weeks." Christ.
"Shouldn't you be resting?"
"I need the money" I could tell that this baby was not going to be very well cared for in terms of money and supplies needed to take care of a child.
"And I suppose Emma Swan pays you grand enough to care for a baby" sometimes I can't hold my tongue.
I love it.
I could tell this waitress was growing uncomfortable and potentially slightly annoyed.
"Emma is great actually she helps me a lot. I'm making her my baby's godmother."
I snort.
"I'll have a coffee please black with no sugar and a plate of something that's less likely to give me a heart attack."
"Um , like a salad?"
"For my breakfast ? Lord no , you know what forget it , just get me some coffee."
It is not long before I hear the voice of a certain angry blonde.
" I do believe I asked you to never return last night and yet here you are again , causing trouble and upsetting my girls."
Here she comes.
"Upsetting your girls? Ha! Please I merely asked her a few small questions.'
"You can take the piss out of me Lady until the cows come home. But disrespecting my place of work and the staff that make this place is where you cross the line. Ashley is stubborn and will refuse rest until there's a baby hanging out of her vagina. She's very capable of caring for a child , I believe it and anyone you ask will believe it. Now have I made myself clear or am I going to have to file a restraining order against you? "
I liked the feisty Emma.
It was my favourite kind of Emma.
