Christine had woken up in the guest bedroom of her brother's house, head throbbing. She didn't really remember how she had gotten in bed, and more so, how she got changed into just a shirt. All she could remember was kneeling on the ground and Leon rubbing her back. Jesse had been the next one to pull up the driveway, Mia in the car with him. She remembered that was when Leon pulled away, and the three had talked to the side. Mia asked Christine if she was doing alright, and somehow they all ended up in the house. Last thing she could remember was sitting on the couch over at the Toretto's, holding a bottle of water. But how did she wake up across the street, in the guest room bed, and in her own clothes? She couldn't really recall. She hated last night. She knew that much, she remembered that much.
When she was finally able to sit up in the bed, she saw Trent sleeping in the small chair in the corner of the room. That explained a few things, but not how she got there. She didn't know whether or not she should have woken up her brother, but her movement seemed to be enough to wake him up. He stirred in the seat before sitting upright. Trent rubbed his face for a few seconds before looking at Christine. They shared a glance with one another before she looked away. It was quiet between the two.
"Are you going to tell me what happened, Chris?" he asked to break the silence. She took a moment to think before opening her mouth. She trusted her brother, but she didn't want anyone to be worrying about her. She was past that point, though, and she recognized it. "I just drank too much," she lied. She could hear his let out a deep sigh. "Don't give me that shit, he came over here in the middle of the night. He carried you over and when I asked what happened, he said you had a panic attack. Tell me what happened," he told her. It wasn't a question either, it was more a demand than anything else. She took in a long breath, held it for a second, and then let it out. "Fine, but you aren't going to like it" she stated, from there she started from the beginning.
"And you haven't told anyone?" he questioned, baffled by her story. "This is something serious, and you didn't tell anyone?" he repeated his question. "No, I didn't tell anyone. How could I? It's not like anything really happened," she defended. "Nothing really happened, he just grabbed me, and then other people interjected. So when Leon wouldn't let the car door go, I freaked out," she told him. "Does he know this?" he questioned. She shook her head, "No one but you. And you are the only person that will know. If you even dare tell mom or dad, you will be dead," she threatened him, mostly in an attempt to lighten up the room. He laughed for a moment. "I'll take your word for it," he told her. "I just wish you told me earlier," he admitted. "You know I would have only told you this way anyways," she stated blatantly.
"Now, you should shower, get dressed. Do what you need to do because we are going out. Just the two of us," he said as he pushed himself out of the chair and left the room. Finally, some much needed brother and sister bonding, and a break she needed from Leon. Though she had a feeling that he was going to want to talk, so it was best to hurry and leave the house before he crossed the street.
They had gone out for breakfast and were sitting in a booth of an IHOP. She sat with a glass of water in front of her, and a cup of coffee in front of him. Their conversation had been light; Trent asked a lot of questions about Greece. She happily answered each one, and it was nice because he was the first person that actually asked. Eventually their breakfast came, Christine had no idea what he ordered but regular ole pancakes were good enough for her! But Trent changed the conversation after putting a few bites in his mouth.
"So, how do you know the Toretto's across the street?" he questioned. "Why does it matter to you?" she questioned him back, defensively. "Hey, calm down. I was just asking," he held his fork and knife up, his hands intended for surrendering. "Sorry, you sounded accusing like mom for a second. I hope this isn't what marriage turns you into," she joked. They both laughed. "You still didn't answer my question though," Trent stated. She exhaled. "I didn't up until the night I got here. I just know Leon and Jesse, from, uh, the, uh… summer after I graduated. They were the once that picked me up and how I ended up home," he told him. "Sounds reasonable, but who is Leon to you?" he asked another question. "He's a friend," she told him. Christine had avoided eye contact with her brother when she said those words, which was probably why he inquired further, "What was he to you? Past tense."
She shook her head, her brother knew her all too well. Sometimes it was nice, it got her to talk. Other times it was a nuisance because she had to talk about what she didn't want to. "Boyfriend. That summer I disappeared, well Jesse and Leon let me ride with them. They said they had no real destination, so I tagged along. It was the adventure that I had been longing for. Along the way, I developed feelings for Leon. I didn't mean to, and I tried to hide it. But you know how that works out. Then we were dating, now we are not." she told him, "But enough about me, tell me how you have been," she tried avoiding any more questions. He shook his head, he knew what she was doing. But being the brother he was, he went along with it. "I've been fine."