Red

Not So Happily Ever After

"Well?" Gretel prompted, her eyebrows raised.

I leaned back in the booth, "Well, What?"

She smirked at me.

... In a blur he lunged at me, it was so fast I couldn't even react. I stared up at Bigby, absolutely dumbstruck. When I try to move it became clear that he wasn't going to let me.

The fucking Big Bad Wolf had my wrists pinned above my head, and to add a nice little cherry on top; he straddled me like a horse.

You can imagine the amount of rage that's pent up inside of me. Not to mention I'm only wearing bandages as clothes, the only protection I have is a duvet that's not even covering my entire body. I'm so screwed.

"You son of a bitch! What did I tell you last time?" I snapped at her. Running my hands through my hair, I glared at her while she laughed.

"I hope you know there's a beginning and an end to that memory," I snarled, watching her wipe tears from her eyes.

Gretel slapped the table and looked at me, "I'm sorry. Okay I'll stop but, Jesus. Your emotions were through the roof in that one."

I scoff, "You're telling me."

"He didn't... force anything on you right?" She eyes me suspiciously. My eyes grew wide and I quickly deny her accusations, "No! Everything that happens between us is completely consensual."

A crooked smile, oh no.

"What consensual things have happened Red?" Gretel said, wiggling her eyebrows.

I laugh at her and smile, "Sorry to break it to you, he and I aren't compatible in any way. So nothing juicy."

"Mhm. But it certainly gets very steamy at times." She winks at me.

I roll my eyes, "Yeah, anger is always boiling over when we're around each other."

Her eyes brighten, "Sexual tension!"

"NO!" I yelled, Luckily the restaurant was empty.

I huffed and glowered at her, "You were the one to say that I needed to stay away from him. Why do you want us, together?"

She quirked an eyebrow, "Maybe I just want to see you happy."

"He doesn't make me happy, I'm scared of him." I looked down at my hands, anxiously picking at my cuticles.

She shook her head, "You're scared that he'll hurt you."

I sighed, "Maybe so, but it's not like he hasn't gotten physical before."

Gretel scowled and her tone hardened, "Did he beat you?"

I shook my head, "No. He just likes the chase. And running can get rough sometimes."

She leans back into the booth. "What was the first thing Bigby did?" Gretel's eyes changed color, now they were purple.

"Well he, uh—"

I walked out of the cottage, smiling brightly at the trail. Summer was in full swing, the Faeries and Sprites were out. Chattering amongst themselves. They dance through the air, having festivals and parties atop mushroom heads.