Thread: A secrete world. |Lagertha x Semper Fi|

She couldn't tell when exactly Walter had decided to stop roaming around the park with her talking about himself and take her home, but she had wound up here. Dark steps below her black shoes, Walter below on the sidewalk smiling at her and gripping his gun like he was ready to draw it. Regina only stared at the man oddly, like daring him to draw the weapon on her, as if him shooting and killing her might be a blessing in disguise. I'm not Hanna Walter, sorry to disappoint you. Regina stated, lips pursed in an annoyed fashion. Finally, after hours of listening to him rant and rave he wanted her to speak again, though he wasn't quite expecting such a phrase of words. There are a million girls around here that would die to be in your position Regina, to be my wife. Walter was in his cocky stance, per usual. He seemed amused with the entirety of the conversation. Besides, you won't have much say of the matters. Your family needs my wealth, and you are in no position to reject. Oh you mistake me dear Walter. I'm not rejecting, I'm warning you I'm not like my sister. My sister would easily bend a knee, play the perfect wife part...However I.. Regina smiled softly, she could hear the footsteps of her father behind her. ...I am not afraid of any of your death threats. If you really want to shot me, then shot me. You've been holding onto that gun closely all day. Regina ended it at that point, watching Walter open his mouth only to close it as Regina's father swung open the door. Oh Walter, good to see you! Her father's eyes were sunk into his face, almost lifeless, Aaron was. Though he was more full of life then her mother Miriam was anymore, and he smiled genuinely as he shook hands with Walter. Regina ignored the two of them, stepping inside and pulling off her hat to look around the old wooden house. It didn't look the same anymore, not since her sister died, not since Regina would soon be getting married and was getting older. There was no plants, no flowers, all the curtains were drawn to keep the place quite dark. Despite the brilliant color of the velvet walls, it was depressing. Still, Regina knew this place was home, and she sat her had on the little side table next to the door before going down the hall and taking a right. She saw her mother than, a plump woman, ghastly colored skin, bags under her eyes, and ever graying hair. Miriam was only in her forties, but she looked to be about sixty. She was laying down, in a thin white night gown when she spotted Regina. Mother. Regina raised a hand, waving as she stood in the doorway. Miriam moved, her hair a wild mane, sitting up as she smiled with her almost rotting teeth. The woman refused to brush them anymore, and had bit her husband a few times when he had tried. Can I get you anything? Hanna? Miriam called looking through her as Regina stepped forward. Where is Hanna? Regina shrugged her shoulders sighing. Dead. Burred eight feet under. Rotting and twisting with maggots in her eyes. Regina had never been the gentlest with wording, especially when agitated. She often hated this, her mother always looking for Hanna and refusing to look at her. Hanna went to the market didn't she? When will she be back? Not even the harshest phrasing split through her mother's twisted imagination anymore. Would you like to visit her grave tomorrow? I'll walk you there if you let me give you the medicine the good doctor prescribed. Will you let me brush your teeth as well? Miriam looked up at Regina, as the small thing stood in front of her. Aaron would barely go near Miriam anymore, and Walter had hired a few nurses from the hospital to help watch after Miriam when the doctor wasn't around. Yes. Take me to Hanna. I'll do what you want. At least her mother would comply with her, for the most part. Regina did have several scares on her arms from her mother biting her. Though thankfully the dresses she wore covered them. Regina did just that, grabbed her mother a glass of water, her pills, watched her take them before brushing her mother's teeth and hair. She had taken her mother into her bedroom, putting her asleep before undressing herself and climbing into bed. Exhausting. Life like this felt exhausting, and trying not to strangle Walter was getting really annoying.