Regina's point of view: Uh-oh. I should have NOT said that. Not because of Rick's fiery glare, but because of Chelsea's reaction. She was so pale. She was so stiff. She was sweating a lot. It is as if she saw a ghost. Or even worse, she looked like as if she was DEAD. What do I do now?! "I mean, it was ATTEMPTED rape, not REAL rape." I corrected, hoping to change the situation. Unfortunately, it did NOT. Suddenly, Chelsea's eyes welled up with tears. After a second, her tears were falling continuously. Then, she went crazy. Yes, CRAZY. As in, literally. She began screaming and punching anyone that comes near her. She started ripping paintings around her. She grabbed the nurse's laptop and SMASHED it on the floor. I was too shocked. I did not even notice two nurses dragging me outside. All I saw after I was escorted outside was Chelsea being calmed down by 6 male nurses. Then, I heard a distant angry scream. It was from Rick. And it was for me. "REGINA, YOU *****!!! THIS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!" I felt my heart break into pieces. Rick never cursed. He was a good man. But because of too much anger, he cursed. AT ME. CURSED AT ME. There is no hope for me anymore. Even in my afterlife. Rick will NEVER love me. EVER. I deserved it anyway. Then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Here, have some tissue."