CHAPTER THREE (Alana)

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CHAPTER THREE

Alana

"So basically you're saying Henry snuck out of school and hitched a ride outside of town to Boston to find his birth mother? How did the kid even figure it out?" I said at Regina's long oak table with a glass of red wine and watched as she paced back and forth. Her heels clicking on those fucking marble floors.

Regina stopped by the hutch in the dining room and reached in the drawer and tossed something to Mary Margaret. My eyes jumped out of my head when I realized it was her credit card that went missing last week.

"That little shit." Mary Margaret muttered. "I cancelled the card immediately when I noticed it was gone but-"

"He already used it to go on some website to find her and then he stole cash from my wallet to fund his taxi driver." The poison in her words when she even refused to say the name of Henry's mother. Birth mother, not mother cause that's Regina.

Regina has done everything since Henry was a baby. She never met Henry's birth mother because it was meant to be a closed adoption. But apparently it wasn't sealed shut enough.

"This is why I don't carry a credit card or cash in my wallet." I shrugged and then pointed to my breasts. "Everything goes in my bra."

"Even your cell phone?" Regina crossed her arms and looked at me as though she didn't believe me.

I reached into my shirt and pulled out money, ID, and cell phone. To my surprise there was also a lip balm in there too. Placing it all on the table with a sly grin on my face I turned to Mary Margaret who looked horrified. She usually was when I did things like this.

"Alana! You can get cancer from the radiation of that cell phone being in your bra! It's so bad for you! Like- standing too close to a microwave bad!" Mary Margaret had panic in her voice as she scrambled to put my things into her purse.

"Relax," I said swiping it all back. "I have a purse for my bigger items it's just... Easier so these things don't get lost and so I can stay hands free. Apparently it also keeps kids from stealing your identity and running off to Boston at their own free will and coming home with a blonde bimbo that drives an ugly yellow beetle."

"It is ugly." Mary Margaret said softly.

"I hate yellow." Regina added with a growl in her words. "Ugh, the way I could crush her under my shoe if I had the chance."

Mary Margaret took a sip of her wine and placed it back down onto the table and cleared her throat. Which usually meant she was about two seconds away from embarrassing someone. Usually me. Probably 90% of the time it's me.

I waited patiently as the words then slipped from her tongue. "Alana has a date tomorrow."

Regina stopped in her tracks and hummed. Blinking at me over and over waiting for me to speak up about it. Fucking hell, Mary Margaret. This night isn't meant to be about me but here the fuck we go.

"It's not a date. It's two people meeting up for a drink at the club that one of them just so happens to work at and the other is related to the owner. No one is buying anyone a drink and it's not a romantic date. Just two adults sharing time to have a drink. Maybe not even a drink- maybe it'll be just a shot! Tequila? Whiskey? Vodka? Who knows-"

"Oh my fucking Lanta, Alana!" Regina cursed out loud. "Call it anything but a duck but if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck it's probably a fucking duck."

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