Katherine Callaway grabbed Chris the minute she set foot into the dining room. 'Your seat is over here dear.' She guided Chris to a seat, not surprisingly, next to Tc.
Chris gave Tc a polite smile as she sat down, but only because he was watching her do so.
Ethan Callaway stood up and made a toast to the 'happy' couple, wishing them all the best for the future, and generally rambling on. Chris was hungry.
When Ethan finished his toast the food was served and people finally stopped paying attention to them.
Tc leaned closer to Chris. 'About before, the 'issue' from the picnic didn't worry me, just surprised me, okay?'
And that had surprised Chris. She looked at him and smiled. 'Okay.'
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The part broke up after dinner. Most of the 'older' guests had retired to a room to smoke cigars and reminisce about their own weddings.
Tc and Victor were making the most of the free alcohol and had become quite intoxicated.
'What's Chris like?' Tc asked. He'd hoped to know this question before he was married but with Chris avoiding him like the plague for the last couple of weeks he hadn't been able to satisfy his curiosity about this woman.
'In bed?' Victor said slightly slurred.
Tc laughed. 'How would you know what she's like in bed?' Victor gave a guilty look. Tc's face fell. 'It was you?!'
Victor took a couple of steps back. He didn't want a black eye for the wedding. 'It wasn't like that.'
'I don't believe this.' Tc shook his head. 'So this is why she wanted you in the wedding? So if she got cold feet she could always grab the groomsman and marry him instead.'
'It's not like that? Chris and I are just friends.' He defended. Oh him and his big mouth.
'Do you normally sleep with your friends?' Tc asked condescendingly.
'It was her fault. I told her that I didn't want to sleep with her but she said that she wanted to know what it felt like.' Victor cursed inwardly as he backed up against a wall. Tc was still walking towards him.
'And so you just rolled over and begged?' Tc glared.
'Well, more like panted.' He said with a laugh then winced as Tc's face turned to stone.
'Bloody hell.' Tc yelled. He took a swing and hit the wall next to Victor's head.
Victor couldn't have said it better himself and took the opportunity to duck out of the way while Tc was nursing his bloodied knuckles.
The pain seemed to have quelled his anger, if only for a little minute.
'Look, she's not a bad girl. It was her first and only time. She's not a tramp or anything.' Victor said softly, hoping to reach the part that cared for Chris.
'And that makes it all better does it?' Tc asked sardonically. He shook his head and left the room.
Tc found Chris talking with Cory in the kitchen.
He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to face him. 'Why didn't you tell me you had sex with Victor?'
Tc was met with a stingy slap across his cheek and Chris stormed out of the room.
He mouthed his objection to the stinging pain and looked at Cory expecting to get a sympathetic look from her.
Instead she was frowning.
'What?' He asked.
Cory rolled her eyes and nonchalantly pointed into the living room.
He followed her gaze and was met with the eyes of both his and Chris's families wondering what on earth was going on.
Joe Kelly immediately started apologizing profusely to Katherine and Ethan, claiming he had no idea of his daughter's indiscretions.
Katherine looked shocked. She was staring off into space and muttering to herself, something about Chris being a good girl and how could this happen.
Even the prim and proper Kerry was mouthing a few choice words to her brother.
Cory came over to Tc and patted him on the shoulder. 'Your fight.' She said and went after Chris.
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Chris ran out of the Callaway house with tears streaming steadily down her flushed cheeks.
Running hard, she didn't care that mud was splashing up all over her dress and was soaking through her shoes. She just wanted to get away.
From somewhere in the darkness a horse neighed softly, probably looking for food.
Chris seized the opportunity. She dashed across the front lawn with mud flying all over her and climbed over the railing.
'You'd better be able to jump.' Chris said tearfully to the horse and she climbed onto its back.
She clutched the horse by its halter and kicked hard into its ribs. 'Go you bastard, go!' She gritted her teeth and guided it towards the fence.
Chris held on tight as the horse heaved itself over the wooden fence railing praying it didn't crash and kill them both.
She breathed a sigh of relief when its hooves hit the ground on the other side and they rode away into the night.
Chris gave Tc a polite smile as she sat down, but only because he was watching her do so.
Ethan Callaway stood up and made a toast to the 'happy' couple, wishing them all the best for the future, and generally rambling on. Chris was hungry.
When Ethan finished his toast the food was served and people finally stopped paying attention to them.
Tc leaned closer to Chris. 'About before, the 'issue' from the picnic didn't worry me, just surprised me, okay?'
And that had surprised Chris. She looked at him and smiled. 'Okay.'
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The part broke up after dinner. Most of the 'older' guests had retired to a room to smoke cigars and reminisce about their own weddings.
Tc and Victor were making the most of the free alcohol and had become quite intoxicated.
'What's Chris like?' Tc asked. He'd hoped to know this question before he was married but with Chris avoiding him like the plague for the last couple of weeks he hadn't been able to satisfy his curiosity about this woman.
'In bed?' Victor said slightly slurred.
Tc laughed. 'How would you know what she's like in bed?' Victor gave a guilty look. Tc's face fell. 'It was you?!'
Victor took a couple of steps back. He didn't want a black eye for the wedding. 'It wasn't like that.'
'I don't believe this.' Tc shook his head. 'So this is why she wanted you in the wedding? So if she got cold feet she could always grab the groomsman and marry him instead.'
'It's not like that? Chris and I are just friends.' He defended. Oh him and his big mouth.
'Do you normally sleep with your friends?' Tc asked condescendingly.
'It was her fault. I told her that I didn't want to sleep with her but she said that she wanted to know what it felt like.' Victor cursed inwardly as he backed up against a wall. Tc was still walking towards him.
'And so you just rolled over and begged?' Tc glared.
'Well, more like panted.' He said with a laugh then winced as Tc's face turned to stone.
'Bloody hell.' Tc yelled. He took a swing and hit the wall next to Victor's head.
Victor couldn't have said it better himself and took the opportunity to duck out of the way while Tc was nursing his bloodied knuckles.
The pain seemed to have quelled his anger, if only for a little minute.
'Look, she's not a bad girl. It was her first and only time. She's not a tramp or anything.' Victor said softly, hoping to reach the part that cared for Chris.
'And that makes it all better does it?' Tc asked sardonically. He shook his head and left the room.
Tc found Chris talking with Cory in the kitchen.
He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to face him. 'Why didn't you tell me you had sex with Victor?'
Tc was met with a stingy slap across his cheek and Chris stormed out of the room.
He mouthed his objection to the stinging pain and looked at Cory expecting to get a sympathetic look from her.
Instead she was frowning.
'What?' He asked.
Cory rolled her eyes and nonchalantly pointed into the living room.
He followed her gaze and was met with the eyes of both his and Chris's families wondering what on earth was going on.
Joe Kelly immediately started apologizing profusely to Katherine and Ethan, claiming he had no idea of his daughter's indiscretions.
Katherine looked shocked. She was staring off into space and muttering to herself, something about Chris being a good girl and how could this happen.
Even the prim and proper Kerry was mouthing a few choice words to her brother.
Cory came over to Tc and patted him on the shoulder. 'Your fight.' She said and went after Chris.
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Chris ran out of the Callaway house with tears streaming steadily down her flushed cheeks.
Running hard, she didn't care that mud was splashing up all over her dress and was soaking through her shoes. She just wanted to get away.
From somewhere in the darkness a horse neighed softly, probably looking for food.
Chris seized the opportunity. She dashed across the front lawn with mud flying all over her and climbed over the railing.
'You'd better be able to jump.' Chris said tearfully to the horse and she climbed onto its back.
She clutched the horse by its halter and kicked hard into its ribs. 'Go you bastard, go!' She gritted her teeth and guided it towards the fence.
Chris held on tight as the horse heaved itself over the wooden fence railing praying it didn't crash and kill them both.
She breathed a sigh of relief when its hooves hit the ground on the other side and they rode away into the night.