(As Chris lands blows to Sean, Mariska paces as she tries not to relive last night. Seeing blood and the way Sean was hollering she knew she had to stop this. She shakingly walks up to them and places a hand on Chris's back to stop him.)
Mariska: Chris stop.
Chris: You think she wanted that huh?
Sean: (blocking blows) Get the fuck off of me.
Chris: You think when a woman says no, you're supposed to keep going?
Mariska: (grabs his arm) Chris please stop.
Chris: No, he hurt you.
Mariska: Yes, but I don't want to see you get in trouble for me.
(He ignores her, stands up, and kicks him in the chest hearing him howl in pain. Seeing enough she moves behind him and wraps her arms around him. She struggles a little but manages to pull him away from a bloody, whimpering Sean.)
Chris: You're going to jail for what you did.
Mariska: Chris calm down, please.
(Sean slowly stands holding his side before he backs out to escape. Chris tries to give chase but she holds him tighter pleading with him to stop.)
Chris: Get back here.
Sean: I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
(Sean makes it out the door, hops in his car, and speeds off. Seeing that the coast is clear she lets Chris go as he breaths heavily.)
Chris: (angry) Why didn't you tell me?
Mariska: (jumps) Don't yell at me.
(He just continues to pace back and forth.)
Chris: We are going to the police.
Mariska: No.
Chris: (stops) What?
Mariska: (voice breaks) I said no.
(He looks at her giving her a crazy look.)
Chris: Why not, he tried to rape you last night, or did you forget?
Mariska: (pissed now) Oh fuck you.
(She turns and heads back to the guestroom. She can feel him on her heels, but she needs to get out of there.)
Chris: I didn't mean that.
Mariska: (whips around) How could I forget? That man was a totally different person last night from eight weeks ago. I was being nice, trying to let him down easy because I didn't want a relationship and I thought he was a good friend. We went to a club last night and yes we danced and had a few drinks but that didn't give him the right to try and rape me.
Chris: I know, I know.
Mariska: (shaking and crying) Look at me. Look at what he did to m...me because I told him I didn't like him that way. (a sob escape) He told me that it was my fault, that I made him hit me, pull my clothes off, and touch me where I didn't want him to.
(She goes on and on because she's hurt, angry, and ashamed. Chris slowly walks up to her seeing her breaking down and she falls into his arms. Loud sobs wreck her body as they slowly sink to the floor. Chris pulls her close to him as he buries his face in her hair, kissing her head.)
Chris: It's going to be ok. You're going to get past this and I'm going to help you. Whatever you need from me just tell me and we can go to the police together.
Mariska: No!
Chris: Why not?
Mariska: I don't want to go to the police. I don't want anyone to know about this because once is out, I will be looked at funny. I don't want my parents to find out because then I won't be able to finish. I'm hurt and angry but I'm not going to let him take what I worked so hard for away.
Chris: OK, we will do whatever you want.
Mariska: (looks at him) We?
Chris: Yes we.
(She relaxes back into him and closes her eyes.)
Mariska: (still trembling) I hope he's smart and runs far far away.
Chris: Oh I'm sure he is.
Mariska: I was afraid you were going to kill him.
Chris: (chuckle) Oh it crossed my mind.
(They sit there for a few more minutes before they both groan in pain.)
Mariska: We need to move.
Chris: Yeah, these bones aren't made to be sitting on a hardwood floor for too long.
(She moves away from him as he gets up grunting before he reaches down for her hand. She places her hands in his and he pulls her up and into his arms.)
Mariska: (groans) Ugh, as good as this feels don't squeeze too tight.
Chris: (moves back) Oh sorry.
Mariska: (smiles) No your good.
Chris: (looks around) I guess I need to clean up this mess.
(He turns to move when she grabs his wrist and hiss.)
Mariska: (exam his hands) I think we need to tend to these wounds first.
Chris: (looks down) Wow, didn't realized I was hitting him that hard.
Mariska: He deserved every one of those hits.
Chris: Cone on I have a first aid kit in my bathroom.
(She holds on to his hand as she follows him to his bathroom. He opens a cabinet and pulls out the first aid kit.)
Mariska: Here you sit and I'll patch these up.
Chris: There's some alcohol on the counter.
Mariska: Your hands going to be sore for a few days.
(He sits as she opens the kit and leans against the counter grabbing the alcohol. She places her hand under his and slowly pours it on his bruised and bloody knuckles.)
Chris: (hisses) Ahhh fuck.
Mariska: (blows on his hands) Stop being a baby.
Chris: That really stings.
(She bends a little and blows on his hands to ease some of the pain. Chris watches her as she moves so tenderly, making sure his hands are wiped clean. She can feel his eyes on her but decides to pay attention to the task at hand.)
Mariska: You have beautiful hands for a man.
Chris: You can thank my mom for that. She used to always say, make sure you keep a soft hand, and a woman loves a man with soft hands.
Mariska: (smirks) Yeah well nothing like a man with a little roughness to his hand either.
Chris: Is that what you prefer?
(Mariska gives him a "wouldn't you like to know" look before going back to bandaging his hands. After she was done she cleaned up the mess while he went and cleaned his living room. Later that day he took her to go get her car and met her at her apartment.)