Dream team of dead chemists

Chapter 1

It was late evening when Chrisie was coming home through the park. Suddenly someone grabbed her wrist.

Before he could do anything, she turned around, freed her wrist and hit him on his chest and nuts. This made him fall.

It's worth noting that she was in ten-centimetre black heels with covered ankles. Predictably she lost balance, fell and hurt her hip and hand, but that didn't stop her from hitting this man in the face and moving on.

Her hip got hurt 'cause she was wearing a crop top and mid-waisted jeans.

And before you say 'Why the hell she beat him up' or something similar, then the answer is - this man is a long-sought rapist.

To make sure he wouldn't run away, she tied him to the tree with the rope she had in her purse (Chrisie got many irregular things in her purse) and then she called the police.

As she didn't want to be noticed by the police, Chrisie told them that he was tied to a tree and she needed to go (she used an encrypted connection). After that, she went home as if nothing happened.

As soon as she reached the doors of her flat, she took off her heels and went to the bathroom to treat her wounds.

The first thing she did was bandage her hand, then she unbuttoned her jeans and started disinfecting the wound on her hip.

She was so focused on her task, that she didn't notice when Philip entered the bathroom.

- Whatcha doin'?- he asked. Chrisie jumped in surprise.

- Woah! Next time please don't come in here without knocking. And...I'm doin' nothing - she said buttoning up her jeans.

- Nothin? I see you're treating your wounds...again. Anyways lemme help you - he said in a caring tone. - You got a new wound for the third time this week. I don't want to see you like that a few times a week.

- First of all, I'm able to fully care for myself, and secondly, you don't need to see me like that. If it's something that bothers you, we don't need to live together or be in a relationship. Nobody'll ever notice.

She said it so carelessly that someone who doesn't know her might think she's devoid of emotion and feeling.

In reality, she cares a lot about others, especially when it's about Philip and Jane. Sometimes Chrisie even has panic attacks when Philip isn't doing well, but she always hides it.

To be honest, Philip isn't a social media kind of person and he doesn't really check his notifications, so staying in touch with him can sometimes be impossible, which always makes Chrisie nervous.

- Just because no one knows about our relationship now, doesn't necessarily mean it will always be this way.

- For now, I don't want anybody to know. I need some privacy -As she spoke, she walked over to him, put her hands around his neck, and pecked his lips. - If anybody from my family got to know about US, the rest would know within 10 mins and it's quite the opposite for privacy my dear - she smirks.

- As you wish M'Lady - both chuckled. - But back to the previous topic. You need to care more 'bout yourself. I'll be back in a moment with gauze and bandages.

For a moment Crisie was left alone in the bathroom, so she got some time for her thoughts.

- "Does he want to tell someone? Or maybe he's already told someone? And how can he act so innocent and normal, even though he's such a perv regularly? At all, he's one of just a few people who care 'bout me. Maybe that's why..." - before she could think 'bout something more, Philip came back.

- I'm back hun! Lemme do my work. - After few minutes he asked - What happened?

- On my way home one creep grabbed my hand and as soon as I noticed this was one of those guys from posters saying Wanted! Dangerous rapist! I decided to pacify him and hand him over to the police. Aaand as you know ima clumsy girl so I lost my balance. You know the rest of the story. - Blonde girl said like it was nothing much.

- Ah, well, I could've expected it. But now you probably feel better, so maybe we can... - Philip said his last sentence with a smoky voice trying to show his girlfriend what he meant.

- No... Not today... Please... 

- These days? You said it last week. What is your excuse now? - He said clearly disappointed.

- No sweetie, I'm just not in the mood and I'm also tired. Remember that tomorrow we have a meeting with friends, so I wanna be well-rested which is impossible with your game. "I'm taking back what I previously said 'bout his behaviour. Perv will always be perv."