Golden Hope: Mr. Gold X Reader

Snatched

I heard the bedroom door crash to the floor as I dialed Rumple. Splinters of wood scattered across the plush carpet, and the door frame was a mangled mess. I had hoped the mahogany would hold longer than that.

Unfortunately, it only took seconds for the intruder to realize I wasn't in the bedroom. I knew this since the bathroom door began to shake violently from punches and kicks. He continued to scream that I had his kids and that they were his. Could it really be Whale that broke in? His voice was unrecognizable but he would be the only one breaking in for such a reason.

My heart dropped as my call to Rumple went unanswered. Hoping he would check his phone soon, I left a voicemail.

"Rumple! Come home! He's here! I need help! Do you have any weapons? Call quickly!" As I ended my message, I wondered who told Whale I was pregnant. It had to be the doctor I saw, but I also didn't know why Whale felt the need to try and get me so violently. While pondering this, I quickly dialed Emma.

Thankfully, she picked up on the second ring.

"[y/n]~" Emma began to talk but stopped when she heard the commotion coming from my side of the call. "Wh-what's going on? Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not okay." I spoke in hurry and hoped Emma was nearby. "I'm at Mr. Gold's. Please bring a gun - it's Whale. He knows I'm pregnant and wants the kids."

"I'm on my way. Try to stay safe." I could hear her determination to help me and that gave me hope I'd survive. Just then the bathroom door broke down.

I peeked through the slit in the closet then quickly grabbed towels from the above rack. I hastily covered my legs with folded towels then draped another over my head and shoulders. I hoped I'd camouflaged myself in well enough that he would look over me.

Right as I finished, the closet door swung open. I held my breath and didn't move a muscle - if only I had magic or a sword I could protect myself. Yet, I had neither and felt incredibly weak. After only seconds of scanning closet, Whale slammed the door shut.

I let out a breath and peeked at him through the crack in the door again. His movements were large and jagged - perhaps he was drunk or worse. He violently shifted through cabinets, but, when he couldn't find me, he began to head out.

That's when I heard my phone ring and I saw Whale's head snap directly back to the closet. I quickly answered my call, but didn't say a word. It was Rumple. I looked back through the crack hoping Whale thought he imagined the sound; yet, instead my eye peered into his and he flung the closet open.

I tried to punch him but he grabbed my arm. I stretched my legs against the wall to hold myself inside the closet, but he yanked on me with all his strength. My head hit the corner of the closet and a bleeding gash died my robe red.

"You. Are. Mine!" Whale snarled at me and I could smell the vodka permeating from him. I again wedged myself in the closet, but couldn't free my arm from his grasp. With the next yank he dislocated my arm from my shoulder and I couldn't help but shout and recoil in pain.

As I was gasping in pain, Whale grabbed my other arm and pulled me from the closet. I swung my legs at his, and kicked him hard in the shin. Drunkenly, he fell to the floor as I also swiftly punched his gut. Taking a rack from the closet, I swung it at his head. His eyes rolled back and blood started to pool.

Not bothering to check if he was dead or simply passed out, I quickly grabbed my phone and began to dart out of the bathroom. As I put my ear to the receiver, I heard Rumple's terror as he repeatedly said my name and was saying he was only a few minutes from the house. As I walked into the bedroom, I told him I was fine and what had just happened. I was quaking in fear, but Rumple's voice held me steady. I drew in deep breaths knowing he and Emma would be here soon.

"If you want a job done right, I guess you have to do it yourself."

My phone dropped to the floor when I heard the sinister voice. A chill ran down my spine, and I turned to see Regina with a heart in her hand leaning against the bathroom door. When I looked closer, I saw she had the Dark One's dagger in the other hand.

"Come with me or I will command the Dark One - your true love - to kill himself." Her eyebrow was raised and a smirk tugged at her cheek. She knew I was defeated - I could never risk Rumple's life.

"If I go with you, you need to leave the dagger on the bed. Otherwise, me going with you has no purpose - you'd kill him anyways." I did my best to be confident and defiant, but she just laughed at my request.

"We're going now and we are doing it my way. If anyone gets here before we leave, they will die." She approached me and I stood my ground. I desperately thought of any way I could beat her, but simply nodded my head and allowed her to take me by the arm. I couldn't risk anyone's life in exchange for mine.

"I suppose we better hurry out then. Emma and Mr. Gold are on the way." I turned toward the door and walked out, allowing her to hold my arm. Sometimes you needed to know when you were defeated.