Chapter 6: Hell Hath No Fury Like a Woman Scorned
When the Impala pulled up to the gate ten minutes later, Chrissy leaned out the back window and pushed the button.
"Hello?"
"Charlie, It's Chrissy. I've brought a few friends over, and I need to get something."
"I'm guessing you found out?" he asked.
"Yes, I did."
"Okay, I'll let you in."
"Thank you, Charlie. Is Tristan home?"
"No, miss, he said he'd be gone for another ten minutes or so."
"Good."
The gate swung open and Dean drove up the long driveway.
Chrissy quickly got out of the car, Sam and Dean behind her, and walked into the house.
"What are you planning exactly?" Charlie asked.
"Don't worry. I won't kill him."
She walked up the stairs and packed her bags. She pulled a revolver off the top shelf of her closet and put it in the back of her new jeans. Loading a bunch of her knives and guns and some other necessities, she walked downstairs. She set the bags down next to the door and glanced at Sam, Dean, and Charlie.
"No way is he getting out of this one that easy."
"I agree, miss," Charlie said, smiling. Charlie had always been more attached to Chrissy than Tristan. Tristan bossed him around more, and Chrissy had always told him to relax.
She pulled her long black hair back and pulled the gun out of the back of her jeans.
Just then, the door opened and in walked a laughing Tristan and a happy Michelle.
"I wouldn't be laughing right now if I were you, you slimy son of a bitch," Chrissy said, pointing the gun at his head.
"Chrissy, what are you doing?" he asked, putting his hands up.
"Don't call me Chrissy anymore. You've both lost that privilege. I don't want to believe what you've done to me for the past eight months. Both of you. I should never have stuck around for six years. I realize now that I can't trust you, and I wanted to say, that you can't trust me either."
Tristan, Michelle, and Charlie all looked shocked at what they were hearing.
"I don't work at a restaurant. I'm not a waitress. I work with guns, knives, any weapon you can think of, and you do not want to cross me. I'm pissed, I'm hurt, I'm tired, and I almost killed myself because of you two assholes, and if it weren't for Dean and his brother here, I would probably be dead. I've given all my time to trying to make you happy, Tristan, and I get stabbed in the back anyway. I can't have friends because they all end up dead somehow, and I thought that learning about everyone would make it easier. You know what? Normal life sucks."
She glanced at Dean and Sam again and pointed her gun from Tristan to the banister.
"Take your cell phone out of your pocket and put it in the aquarium."
For fear of being shot, Tristan did exactly what he was told.
"Now, go to the stairs and sit there."
He did.
She pointed her gun to Michelle, "You, go over to the coat rack."
Michelle also followed orders. Chrissy smiled, handcuffed Tristan's hands to the banister, walked over to Michelle, and handcuffed her hands to the coat rack.
She looked over at Charlie and handed him a thick fold of hundred dollar bills, "I want you to take this, get yourself a nice home somewhere, and don't work for him again. He doesn't deserve someone as kind as you around."
Charlie politely kissed Chrissy's hand and took the money, "Thank you, miss, thank you."
"Please call me Chrissy."
"Chrissy."
Chrissy walked out of the house with Sam and Dean following intently. She walked down the driveway and began to climb the tall gate.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked.
She jumped the eight feet from the top of the gate to the ground and looked at him.
"I'm leaving."
"Nuh-uh, you're coming with us."
She smiled and hopped into the car as they pulled from the driveway.
"Thank you."
(A/N) I said he was gonna get it. I seriously thought about having him get shot, but I thought better of it.