Chapter 5: You two?
"Hi, there, Chrissy," said a waitress with a Southern accent and long blond hair.
"Hey, Michelle."
"Same booth?"
"Yes, please. We're sort of in a hurry. I have to work tonight."
"I understand."
"Thanks," Chrissy said as she and Tristan followed the tall blond woman.
Chrissy slid into a booth in the back, right next to a window. The upholstery was old and worn. Chrissy had eaten at Chelle's diner hundreds of times.
"What'll you two lovebirds have tonight?" Michelle asked as she handed the two a couple of menus, "The usual burger and fries?"
"That'll be fine for me," Chrissy said happily.
"I think I'll try something different this time," Tristan said, glaring at the menu. He paused for a minute.
"Baby, the menu's not going to order for you," Chrissy joked happily.
"Shut it."
"Sorry, but I'm hungry and Michelle sort of needs to take your order."
"Stop doing that. I'm thinking."
Chrissy rolled her eyes and began to hum the "Jeopardy" theme song. Michelle laughed and set the pad of paper and the pencil she'd been holding on the table.
"Okay, I think I want a hamburger with extra pickles and a coke."
"That it?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Thanks, Michelle," Chrissy laughed.
"No problem, guys."
Michelle left, swaying her hips and chewing on the end of the pencil.
Tristan glared at Chrissy for a minute.
"What?" she asked.
"What's wrong with you? That was really embarrassing."
"Come on, you were being slow. What the bloody hell was I supposed to do?"
"You didn't have to treat me like a four year old. You didn't have to act like a four year old."
Chrissy rolled her eyes and scoffed, "I'll be right back."
She got up and walked to the ladies' room, leaving Tristan there.
She turned on the cold water in one of the sinks and ran it over her face. How could Tristan get so mad at her? And for something so stupid. It just wasn't good. He never got that mad at her. But lately, he'd be more jumpy when they came to Chelle's.
"Stop thinking like that, Chris," she told herself, "He's just tired. Right?"
She shook her head and sighed, opening the door. What she saw both scared her and broke her heart.
Michelle was standing next to their booth, leaned over, sucking on Tristan's face. He had his hand on her cheek and seemed to be doing absolutely nothing to stop her.
Chrissy walked forward just as Michelle was about to walk back to the kitchen. She grabbed her by the collar and threw her down in the booth.
"Chrissy, what are you doing?" Tristan asked fearfully.
Tears rolled down Chrissy's cheeks as she balled her hand into a fist and threw a well-trained punch in Tristan's face. He grabbed his nose and groaned in pain.
"How long has this been going on?" she asked Michelle, who looked terrified at what Chrissy might do.
No one answered. Everyone else in the diner looked at Chrissy sadly. They'd all seen what had happened and didn't blame her for hitting him.
"Answer me!"
"Eight months," Tristan said through his hands.
"Eight months? Why?"
"I couldn't take it anymore, Chrissy! You're never home. You're always out on that stupid pier or working."
"So you just got bored with me? That's it? Am I a video game to you? You think you can just use me for six years and throw me away? I did everything for you, Tristan! And you were cheating on me with my best friend?"
"Chrissy, I'm sorry," Michelle said, backing into the wall on the inside of the booth.
"Shut up. Just shut up, I'm not through yet."
"Don't blame this on her, Chris."
"You're in no position to be telling her what to do, Tristan," said an older woman from behind Chrissy.
"You'd better be watching your back," Chrissy said, "Because if you do this with any other girl until the day you die, I will make the rest of your life hell on earth."
"Chrissy, please," Michelle begged.
"And you. How could you do this to me? I thought you were my best friend, and you've been shagging my boyfriend? I trusted you with everything. I told you all my secrets and you hid the biggest secret from me? You're no better than him."
Chrissy turned to leave, turned back, and threw another punch in Tristan's already broken nose.
She threw the door open and walked to her Ford. She shoved the key in the ignition and started the car up. She stepped on the gas and sped down the street.
Half a mile down the road, she pulled over, leaned her head on the steering wheel and cried for a good fifteen minutes.
Her head shot up as she heard the sound of an old car pull up next to her.
"Hey, you having car trouble?" Dean asked from across Sam.
She sighed, "No. Thank you. What are you two doing here?"
"Well, in all honesty," Sam shrugged, "We're kinda lost. Are you okay? You look like hell."
Chrissy shook her head and sped down the highway. Sam and Dean followed closely and watched in horror as she sped up, heading straight for a broken bridge.
Dean punched the horn, but Chrissy ignored him. She glared at the lake ahead of her and drove straight into the freezing cold water.
The Ford sunk like a rock with Chrissy in it. Dean jumped out of his Impala and dove in after her. He pushed his way through the icy liquid and broke the window. Chrissy's eyes were closed tightly and Dean grabbed her under the arms, her kicking and fighting the entire time.
The two resurfaced and Sam grabbed Chrissy, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders. She shivered and kicked Dean as hard as she could, throwing sad little punches at Sam's face.
Dean grabbed her by the arms and crossed them in front of her. She slowly sank to the ground, a mass of tears streaming down her face.
"You wanna tell us what's going on?" Dean asked, keeping his jaws from clacking together.
She looked up at him, "Can I trust you?"
"Of course. What was it?"
"My boyfriend was cheating on me with my best friend."
More tears wracked her cold body and she pulled her knees up to her chest.
Sam sat down next to her and pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders, "Why?"
"He just got bored with me and moved on to something better."
She wiped her eyes and leaned her head on her arms.
"I'm sorry," Dean said sincerely, "Is there anything I can do?"
She nodded, "Yes. Can you take me to the house? There's something I need to do."
The boys nodded and helped her get back to the Impala.
(A/N) Boy, is Tristan in for it now. I've got it all in my head, and I think it's gonna be good. Please read and review.