Addiction

Chapter 1 - The mother of my son

I rushed myself into one of my silk robes, leaving Graham on the bed as the doorbell rang. I groaned in frustration and stormed down the stairs, opening the door with the most foul of moods.

"WHAT?!" I looked at the blonde in front of me and then looked down to see my very own son next to her. "Henry! Where have you been all this time?!" I hadn't even realized he ran off until he was standing right in front of me in this state. I could feel things I didn't want to feel leaking out of my body slowly. A blush crept on my cheeks and I bit my lip to hold back any unwanted noises.

"I went to find my mother... my real mother!" Henry yelled frustrated and just burst past me into the house. I turned to look at him and watched him go upstairs to his room. I tried to form words but I just couldn't find any. I then looked at the woman who was clearly taking in my attire, or lack thereof as the robe had fallen open slightly. I looked down and quickly readjusted it.

"Is everything ok?" The woman said softly and bit her lip as she looked at me. I cleared my throat and nodded.
"Yes... Henry has been... difficult lately. I know I'm strict, but I'm only trying to do what's best for him. I can't believe he actually ran off like that." I tried to stick to the topic at hand but it was difficult.
"I will talk to you later Madam Mayor... Perhaps tomorrow." Graham said and hurried out of the house, now fully dressed. I looked at him and nodded before focusing my attention to the blonde. She was looking very uncomfortable.
"It's not what it looks like..." I said softly and went back inside.
"What does it look like then?" She asked and leaned against the doorframe. What was I going to tell her now? Great job Regina, now you have to come up with the lie of the century.
"He's the sheriff, there were some problems earlier that he came to talk to me about. I'm the mayor of Storybrooke. Regina Mills." I held out my hand for her to shake.
"Emma. Emma Swan." She said and just looked at my hand hesitantly. "Look, I get it that this is very awkward and I'm sorry to... interrupt any sort of business you had with him. But I know when people are lying to my face." She smiled sweetly and chuckled. "Let's say it's a sort of superpower of mine."

I sighed and covered my face with my hand out of embarrassment. Great. For once there is a person that isn't retarded and she just happened to come here at this very moment.
"I'm sorry Miss Swan. I just have a few issues that are difficult to deal with... like my son. So thank you for bringing him back." I said and bit my lip. "Least I can do for you is offer you a drink. Perhaps a place to stay before you return." I continued. She nodded slowly.
"I'd like that." She entered the house and followed me to the study where I kept my prized apple cider. I poured us both a glass and handed her one. While she sat down, I just opted to stand, not wanting the robe to slide off, or even worse, dirty the couch.

Emma looked at me strangely and leaned forward as she sipped the drink.
"So, you're the one who adopted my son." She said softly. I nodded slowly.
"Technically he's mine though. You signed for a closed adoption, this was never supposed to happen." I reminded her.
"And yet it did. Clearly he came to find me with some purpose. He kept going on about some storybook, how he's adopted by the Evil Queen and what not." She chuckled a little. I snorted.
"Ludicrous." I looked away and sipped the drink.
"That's what I thought." She agreed and bit her lip.

"Thank you..." She said eventually. I looked up at her and frowned. She picked up on my confusion. "For taking care of him, giving him the best chance that I never could." She went on. I nodded slowly. It was silent again for a while. I finished my drink and so did she.

"You know, I should probably go get some rest. I drove here all the way from Boston and I've had a long day." She said.
"Of course... Let me show you to the guestroom." I said and went upstairs with the woman in tow. I showed her the room and gave her a pair of PJs so she wouldn't have to sleep in the same clothes. "The shower is in there... I usually get up really early for work, I'll leave some breakfast downstairs if you're not up yet by then." I said and left before turning around again. "Goodnight." I smiled and she smiled back.
"Goodnight."

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Now what was I gonna do? I'm a mess and we stopped halfway...

I decided on a quick shower so I at least didn't feel as dirty. I got in and moaned softly as I felt the water caress my body. I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes, slowly touching myself. At first it was in order to clean, but when did I ever stop at cleaning. I just couldn't help myself, being as frustrated as I was and that hunger bubbling up in me. I slid my fingers inside myself and thrusted them deeply. It was never enough though. No matter what I did, it would only leave me more frustrated and craving even more. I cried in frustration, touching myself more, getting rougher only in the hope it would help, but no matter how hard I tried. I only ended up hurting myself. This was my curse...

"Regina... Are you ok?" A voice pulled my out of my trance. I gasped and quickly turned off the shower.
"Y-yes I... I'm fine, don't worry." It didn't sound very convincing though.
"Are you sure? I heard crying... And it wasn't Henry." She spoke softly on the other side of the door.
"Shit..." I whispered and put my face in my hands. What was I going to do now?

I wrapped a towel around my body but I didn't bother drying myself off. I opened the door and looked at the woman standing there with a worried look on her face. No one ever cared about me so this was new.
"Regina..." She looked at my body and noticed the multitude of marks. I looked away and bit my lip. "D-does the sheriff... abuse you?" She asked and I let out a soft laugh.
"No..." I went past her to my closet to pull out a thick robe. She just watched me, I could feel her eyes on me. "I did this..." I let the towel fall, showing the rest for a brief moment before putting on the robe. My body was covered in scratch marks and scars from way before. When I turned to the blonde I saw her swallow. "Don't feel sorry for me." I said and moved to sit on the bed. 

"This is my curse, I have accepted that over the last 28 years. I will never be satisfied."

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A/N Regina really does have some serious issues. 

How will Emma handle this? What kind of effect does Regina's lifestyle have on their son Henry?

I hope you all liked this part! Leave a comment with what you think, perhaps something you'd like to see happen at some point ;) I'm open for suggestions!