I'll Give My All To You (COMPLETE)

TWENTY-ONE

It breaks my heart to say this story is over.... I do hope you read the sequel: Making My  Way Back to You! Thank you all so much for sticking through this story! Viva la Swan Queen! Lots of love!

I look back at my mother, who had insisted on coming with me and David. We walk up the stone pathway towards Neal's father's house. Neal's mother had left him with his father when he was barely three years old. His father, not knowing what to do, had put him in the foster system until he was about thirteen. Rupert Gold had later on re-adopted his son a few days after his birthday. 

I'm pulled out of my thoughts as my mother's arm intertwines in mine. "Hey," I whisper to my mom. She gives me a slight smile. She's never seen this side of me. I don't think anyone has seen this side of me, other than Emma. 

"Hello, dear," she whispers back, clutching my hand as we make our way to the door. David wraps his knuckles against the hard oak, surprisingly soft.  Once it opens, I remember why I'm here. 

"Hey, um, is everything okay?" Neal's face comes into sight and as I tense up and begin clenching my fist, getting ready to hit his face, my mother squeezes my arm. 

"Calm down," she whispers in my ear, causing me to loosen up. 

"No," David says, "everything is not okay." Neal visibly winces at the older man's harsh tone. 

"Emma?" he asks, probably assuming the worst. 

"Yes, Emma!" I growl, stepping towards him only to be brought back by my mother. "Why did you leave? Why didn't you stay for her?" I ask, watching as he shuffles his feet and looks at the ground like a kicked puppy. 

"Why would I stay? You know that if I stayed, something would have went down, Regina. I left because I didn't want to start anything," he says, still looking at the ground.

"It isn't fair," I whisper. 

He looks up. "What?" he asks, stepping closer to me. 

"I said, it isn't fair. Why do you get to walk away with a few cuts and bruises -hardly even grazed- while Emma has to sit in a hospital bed, while we all wait for her to wake up? I should kill you!" Neal's eyes go wide as I shout at him, "I' gonna kill you!" I begin stepping closer towards Neal as he backs away into his door. "David," I growl, looking towards the older man, motioning for his gun. "Give me your gun!" I beg more than demand.  

As I step towards David for his gun, my mother wraps her arms around me from behind, holding me back. I continue to reach for David's gun at his side, barely touching the cool metal as I graze my fingertips against it. "Regina!" my mother shouts, trying to pull me farther away from my ex lover's father. 

My mother's grip loosens only a split second long enough for me to squirm out of her arms. I lunge forward, grabbing the gun off of David's side, pulling it up and facing it towards Neal. The world stops. I can't hear my mother's screams, or David, trying to calm me down. The only thing I hear is Neal's steady breathing and the voice inside my head saying: Do it.  I move my finger to shove the leaver for safety off. Neal reaches for the handle of his front door and yells at me to stop but I can't, not when I'm this far. At least if I'm locked up I know that I was able to finish the job. 

"Regina!" I shake my head at David's voice. "Don't do it!" 

"Why not?" I ask, not moving my eyes off of Neal. "Why is he allowed to live when Emma's going to suffer for the next few months? Why is any of this even fair?" I ask as tears begin to roll down my cheeks. 

"You're right. It's not fair," David whispers. "I almost lost my baby girl, you almost lost your best friend and ex girlfriend. Mary Margaret almost lost her princess and the world almost lost Emma Swan-Nolan." The tears begin to stream down my face faster, causing my vision to blurry. "But I didn't lose her. You didn't lose her. Regina, we didn't lose her," he says, trying to make me drop the gun, but my grip doesn't loosen. "I know it sucks, but we still have her, Regina, please drop the gun." 

I shake my head, trying to stop the tears from blurring my vision. "No, I can't," I say, steadying my shaking hands and fixing the gun back on Neal. 

"Regina!" my Mother shouts, tears streaming down her red stained cheeks. "Please! Don't do this," she begs. The now warm metal in my hand begins to shake as I answer my mother's question with a simple shake of my head. 

"Regina, I am telling you, if you shoot Neal, you will never see Emma ever again," David says, not stepping too close since he doesn't know what I'm capable of right now. 

Neal isn't moving. Maybe it's because he's too afraid. Maybe it's because he wants to die. Maybe it's because we all die some day and he knows that today is his day. Maybe it's because he isn't afraid. But I don't care why. I turn around to face David. 

"Then tell her I love her," I say, letting one final tear escape. I don't know why I have the urge to kill Neal. Maybe it's just because I can, but as soon as I pull the trigger and hear my mother's sharp cry, I know it's because I'd do anything for her. 

I stare at the body for a few moments, watching as Neal's blood stains the cement. I drop the gun as the sound of David's handcuffs reach my ears. He grabs my wrists and drags me over to his car. "Why did you do it?" he asks, not a falter in his voice. 

"Why didn't you stop me?" I ask, looking the older man in the eyes. 

He stops and stares at me. "I'll get you out soon, promise," he whispers before he winks and slams the door. Now I sit in the backseat, waiting for David to enter to car and as I do I wonder, is David crazy as well? 

Boom. End of story. I know I left you on quite a cliffhanger but the sequel will be up soon, I promise! Lots of love! Viva la Swan Queen!