No One Could Have Guessed
A/N: starting to have fun writing this one
6- The Call
They pulled into a driveway of a house not too far away and got out.
"Hey you guys want to help me get the beer out of the trunk?" Adam asked, well more demanded than asked.
"Sure, come on Chris." Jess said it in a 'I would do anything to make you happy' kind of way.
They waled into the house and straight to a table set up for all the alcohol. They placed everything down and without warning Adam and Jessica disappeared into one of the bedrooms after getting drinks.
"Great." Christine said looking around for anyone she might know.
"Stranded by myself." she said with a groan.
Christine wandered around a little before she went into the bathroom. She turned on the water and rinsed her face. She didn't know where to go from there. Or what to do. It didn't seem like finding Jessica would do much since she was probably busy with Adam. She walked around the house for a while before finding an empty room. She walked into the room and sat at the computer desk just looking around. The room was pretty plane. White walls, bed, dresser, desk, and one door other than the one she came through. She assumed it was just a closet until it swung open and a guy stumbled out.
She shot out of the chair and started to slowly walk to the door.
"Hey, what are you doing in here?" he asked as if he wondered why she wasn't downstairs at the party.
"Well...Nothing...I umm really don't know anyone here." again acting guilty.
"No need to be so nervous. I'm Dave." he held out his hand.
"I'm Christine." she said while shaking his hand.
"Well now you know someone, huh?" he said while grinning at her. She just smiled back. So he continued to talk hoping to get her to say something.
"So how's your night going?" he asked while motioning her to sit with him on the bed.
She gladly sat down next to him. "Ok I guess. I don't come to many parties. I'm not the drinking type." although she didn't mean it the way he perceived it, he put his cup down like she said she didn't like people who drink. They talked and laughed for a while and Christine didn't notice that Dave's hand had made its way from her leg to the small of her back and under her shirt. He slowly turned his head and leaned in to kiss her. She accepted his kiss but then realized what she might be getting herself into. She pulled back and he had a disappointed look on his face.
"What's wrong?" Dave asked with as much sympathy as he could muster up. "I thought you..."
"You were wrong." Christine got up and started to walk toward the door. When he grabbed her wrist and turned her around.
"So what the fuck was all that conversation for?" he said with it such angered it scared her. With no more thought than it required to add 1 1 she snapped back at him.
"Your disgusting." she whipped around and started for the door again. This time he grabbed her by the waist.
"I don't think so slut." this time she was really frightened.
He threw her onto the bed and was one top of her pinning her legs down. She started to turn to her right as if she was trying to roll over and before he could even attempt to grab her wrists she threw her fist at him and punched him across the jaw. He fell back onto the floor and before walking out she looked at the clock. 'Shit! It's already midnight.' She didn't even think about the blood on her knuckles as she searched every room for Jessica. She walked down the hallway and heard an all too familiar sound. There was muffled coughing coming from the room to her left and she wasted no time rushing in. She found Jessica alone in the room on her back as she was throwing up. Without thinking Christine ran and picked her up so she could breath. She took the phone clipped to Jessica's hip and searched the phonebook for Sean's number. She hit talk, used her shoulder to keep the phone to her ear as she dragged Jessica to the bathroom. After several rings Sean picked up with a dreary "Hello?"
"Sean? It's Christine." she sounded a calm and nervous at the same time.
"Is something wrong? Where are you? Is Jessica there?" he was more scared than she was.
She thought hard to the car ride there, and she remembered looking at the street sign and it hit her.
"Where on North 21st Street, at a party, Jessica was drinking and I just found her passed out." she said it as calmly as possible but Sean could sense the nervousness in her voice.
"I'm on my way stay where you are." with that he hung up and ran to the car.
Christine went back to taking care of Jessica. She draped her over the toilet so she wouldn't choke. She checked her breathing and pulse rate and every so often tried to wake her up. She sat there in the bathroom until she heard Sean downstairs screaming at someone.
"Where is she?" Sean had a kid by the shirt.
He put his hands up as if surrendering before telling him, "Man, I don't know who your talking about!"
Christine ran to the bottom of the stairs and yelled to Sean. Once she got his attention she ran back to the bathroom making sue she didn't leave Jessica alone to long. Sean walked into the bathroom, immediately picked up Jessica, and carried her to the car. Once to the car Christine helped position Jessica in the back seat before getting in herself. They drove for a while before anyone said anything.
"I can't believe this! I trusted her!" he screamed almost in tears. "If Rebecca was alive to see this she's kill me." he slammed his hand against the steering wheel.
"Ummm.. Who's...." Christine said quietly before realizing it was a bad time to be asking personal questions.
"What? What were you going to say? he didn't mean to say it with such a harsh tone but he couldn't help himself.
"Nothing. Never mind." she kicked herself inside, she never should have opened her mouth.
"You were going to ask who Rebecca is?" Sean said asked a little calmer but he didn't have to ask, he knew what she was thinking.
"Yea but it's not an appropriate time to be asking questions." 'I'm an idiot. Why did I have to open my mouth?'
"It's fine. I just thought Jessica would've told you. Rebecca is her mother. She died a couple years ago." he said it as if he had explained with to hundreds of people before.
"She was your sister?"
"No my cousin. And when she died either I took custody of her or she went to a foster home. I couldn't abandon her like that." Christine could see he was tearing up. But Sean had too much pride than to cry right now.
"That's sweet of you." she was falling for him. It was like seeing a guy with a baby. He grinned. He had started to like her more after talking to her.
"Thanks." was the last thing he said for the ride home.
A/N: starting to have fun writing this one
6- The Call
They pulled into a driveway of a house not too far away and got out.
"Hey you guys want to help me get the beer out of the trunk?" Adam asked, well more demanded than asked.
"Sure, come on Chris." Jess said it in a 'I would do anything to make you happy' kind of way.
They waled into the house and straight to a table set up for all the alcohol. They placed everything down and without warning Adam and Jessica disappeared into one of the bedrooms after getting drinks.
"Great." Christine said looking around for anyone she might know.
"Stranded by myself." she said with a groan.
Christine wandered around a little before she went into the bathroom. She turned on the water and rinsed her face. She didn't know where to go from there. Or what to do. It didn't seem like finding Jessica would do much since she was probably busy with Adam. She walked around the house for a while before finding an empty room. She walked into the room and sat at the computer desk just looking around. The room was pretty plane. White walls, bed, dresser, desk, and one door other than the one she came through. She assumed it was just a closet until it swung open and a guy stumbled out.
She shot out of the chair and started to slowly walk to the door.
"Hey, what are you doing in here?" he asked as if he wondered why she wasn't downstairs at the party.
"Well...Nothing...I umm really don't know anyone here." again acting guilty.
"No need to be so nervous. I'm Dave." he held out his hand.
"I'm Christine." she said while shaking his hand.
"Well now you know someone, huh?" he said while grinning at her. She just smiled back. So he continued to talk hoping to get her to say something.
"So how's your night going?" he asked while motioning her to sit with him on the bed.
She gladly sat down next to him. "Ok I guess. I don't come to many parties. I'm not the drinking type." although she didn't mean it the way he perceived it, he put his cup down like she said she didn't like people who drink. They talked and laughed for a while and Christine didn't notice that Dave's hand had made its way from her leg to the small of her back and under her shirt. He slowly turned his head and leaned in to kiss her. She accepted his kiss but then realized what she might be getting herself into. She pulled back and he had a disappointed look on his face.
"What's wrong?" Dave asked with as much sympathy as he could muster up. "I thought you..."
"You were wrong." Christine got up and started to walk toward the door. When he grabbed her wrist and turned her around.
"So what the fuck was all that conversation for?" he said with it such angered it scared her. With no more thought than it required to add 1 1 she snapped back at him.
"Your disgusting." she whipped around and started for the door again. This time he grabbed her by the waist.
"I don't think so slut." this time she was really frightened.
He threw her onto the bed and was one top of her pinning her legs down. She started to turn to her right as if she was trying to roll over and before he could even attempt to grab her wrists she threw her fist at him and punched him across the jaw. He fell back onto the floor and before walking out she looked at the clock. 'Shit! It's already midnight.' She didn't even think about the blood on her knuckles as she searched every room for Jessica. She walked down the hallway and heard an all too familiar sound. There was muffled coughing coming from the room to her left and she wasted no time rushing in. She found Jessica alone in the room on her back as she was throwing up. Without thinking Christine ran and picked her up so she could breath. She took the phone clipped to Jessica's hip and searched the phonebook for Sean's number. She hit talk, used her shoulder to keep the phone to her ear as she dragged Jessica to the bathroom. After several rings Sean picked up with a dreary "Hello?"
"Sean? It's Christine." she sounded a calm and nervous at the same time.
"Is something wrong? Where are you? Is Jessica there?" he was more scared than she was.
She thought hard to the car ride there, and she remembered looking at the street sign and it hit her.
"Where on North 21st Street, at a party, Jessica was drinking and I just found her passed out." she said it as calmly as possible but Sean could sense the nervousness in her voice.
"I'm on my way stay where you are." with that he hung up and ran to the car.
Christine went back to taking care of Jessica. She draped her over the toilet so she wouldn't choke. She checked her breathing and pulse rate and every so often tried to wake her up. She sat there in the bathroom until she heard Sean downstairs screaming at someone.
"Where is she?" Sean had a kid by the shirt.
He put his hands up as if surrendering before telling him, "Man, I don't know who your talking about!"
Christine ran to the bottom of the stairs and yelled to Sean. Once she got his attention she ran back to the bathroom making sue she didn't leave Jessica alone to long. Sean walked into the bathroom, immediately picked up Jessica, and carried her to the car. Once to the car Christine helped position Jessica in the back seat before getting in herself. They drove for a while before anyone said anything.
"I can't believe this! I trusted her!" he screamed almost in tears. "If Rebecca was alive to see this she's kill me." he slammed his hand against the steering wheel.
"Ummm.. Who's...." Christine said quietly before realizing it was a bad time to be asking personal questions.
"What? What were you going to say? he didn't mean to say it with such a harsh tone but he couldn't help himself.
"Nothing. Never mind." she kicked herself inside, she never should have opened her mouth.
"You were going to ask who Rebecca is?" Sean said asked a little calmer but he didn't have to ask, he knew what she was thinking.
"Yea but it's not an appropriate time to be asking questions." 'I'm an idiot. Why did I have to open my mouth?'
"It's fine. I just thought Jessica would've told you. Rebecca is her mother. She died a couple years ago." he said it as if he had explained with to hundreds of people before.
"She was your sister?"
"No my cousin. And when she died either I took custody of her or she went to a foster home. I couldn't abandon her like that." Christine could see he was tearing up. But Sean had too much pride than to cry right now.
"That's sweet of you." she was falling for him. It was like seeing a guy with a baby. He grinned. He had started to like her more after talking to her.
"Thanks." was the last thing he said for the ride home.