WHO; Christine Delacroix, Tetsuo Mishima WHAT; Christine is going through hard times and turns to Tetsuo for a friendly shoulder. Things escalate. WHERE; Tetsuo's place WHEN; Wednesday, late at night RATING; NSFW, surely. SECKS people. STATUS; FINISHED!
Christine turned on her car and left her house, in tears. She didn't care where she was going, or what she was going to do. She just needed to leave her house, to find somewhere she would have some peace of mind. And, eventually, when she calmed down, she would need a place to spend the night, because there was no way she was going back to her house so soon. Streets passed, and she drove for so long the tears eventually dried. It was the good side of driving: it was automatic. One didn't need to think of anything.
She had had an argument with her husband. A bad one. She already didn't have the greatest of relationships, of course, but that fight had been ugly. Her husband had screamed, not even caring Alex was inside the house and probably listening to the whole thing. Always selfish, that man. Christine wasn't one to complain or to mourn things excessively, but sometimes she had this bitter melancholy about her own life. She had ended up having children too young, marrying too soon to a man she didn't exactly love, and ended up in a failed marriage she couldn't get rid of. How had things turned out like that? Her husband had hit on her that night, and she left. He had came down to the point of physical intimidation. She could still feel the pain, the tingling sensation on her face. What was she going to do now? She sighed.
When she realized where she was, she was in Tetsuo's neighborhood. Maybe she should stop by, talk to him, calm herself down. Tetsuo had always been a great friend, he would know what to say and would probably offer somewhere for her to crash for the night. She thought of him, of his handsome features, of his good character, and asked herself why she couldn't have been assigned to a scientist more like him. She parked and got out of the car. Hopefully he would be home that night, and she wouldn't be a disturbance nor anything of the sorts.