An Eye for an Eye (Part 1)
Okay, so here is the first chapter of that Jefferson x Reader story that I was telling y’all about earlier. The first chapter isn’t very long, but I really think it could turn into something further. Don’t worry, I’m not abandoning Electric Pulse. I’m going to try my hardest to work on both stories at the same time. But without further ado, here is the first part of An Eye for an Eye.
Word Count: 1,139
Summary: When Belle is returned to Mr. Gold, she tells him who it is that let her go. He instantly knows who it is that returned her and decides to give him his thanks in the best way he can think of.
Gold paced the length of the backroom in his shop several times, and it was honestly making Belle a little dizzy. Of course, she didn’t know that she was Belle. Not yet, anyway. She had just walked in and told Gold that Regina had kept her locked away. This didn’t really surprise Gold, even though he was furious about it. No, what kept him pacing was the who. Who knew where Belle was? Who in town would free her? Gold stopped his pacing and turned to Belle, who stood there, quietly shaking.
“Now, Belle, I need you to tell me, who let you out. I need to know,” he stated, walking up to her. Belle’s face scrunched up in confusion. “Who’s Belle? You keep calling me this name, but I don’t know who you’re talking about.” Gold sighed in frustration. “You. You’re Belle. You just don’t remember yet. But you will. Now, please, who let you out.”
Belle shrugged. “I didn’t know him. He was wearing a hospital uniform, but I hadn’t met him yet. He was tall, with dark hair and blue eyes. Oh, and he had a scar that circled around his neck. He was weird.” Gold had resumed pacing again but stopped with that last sentence. “Repeat that last part again,” he instructed, his mind racing. “He had a scar on his neck,” Belle reiterated, her face still scrunched in confusion.
Gold grinned as the answer hit him. He knew exactly who Belle was talking about it. And he knew the perfect way to repay him. After all, Gold always repaid his debts. “Come with me,” he told Belle, holding out his hand. Belle wearily took it, not 100% sure if she trusted this man yet. “I’m taking you somewhere safe, Belle,” he promised as he led her out the back of the shop and to his car.