Becoming Mrs. Seguin

Chapter 31- The Important Things in Life

Christine's POV

I found myself lying on the floor when I woke up the following morning. Everything that had happened last night slowly came flooding back, the most vivid memory being when Tyler had slapped me. I couldn't help but wonder where he was now, probably hooking up with a new girl.

A loud knock on the door interrupted my thoughts and I quickly got up, dashing to the bathroom mirror to quickly check my appearance before answering it. Right away, I gasped in horror at the reflection staring back at me. 

On my right cheek was an evident bruise from where I had been slapped by Tyler. My usually smooth hair was now a tangled mess and huge bags were present under my eyes due to lack of sleep. To sum it all up, I looked like shit.

I didn't bother to make myself look presentable; there was no point. Instead, I just went to the door to see who it was. Damon Parker stood there wearing a tshirt and pair of dark jeans, his hands shoved into the pockets. His eyes inspected me from top to bottom before speaking.

"Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. And why aren't you dressed yet? Doesn't your flight leave in, like, three hours?", Damon asked teasingly.

"I-I was just about to," I replied, directing my gaze at the ground. Damon cupped my face in his hand, tilting it upward so that he could take a good look at me.

"Christine, is that a bruise on your cheek?", he inquired, narrowing his eyebrows.

"It's nothing," I lied, swatting his hand away from my face.

"Who did this to you?", Damon demanded in an angry tone, shutting the door behind him as he walked into my room. I remained silent, avoiding his gaze. "Well, aren't you going to tell me?"

"Tyler did, alright? Now can you please just leave me alone?", I said, slightly raising my voice.

"That son of a bitch slapped you?!" Damon was completely outraged, which didn't surprise me. After all, we were best friends and he always felt as if it were his duty to look after me.

"He was drunk," I stated calmly.

"That's no excuse for slapping a girl! Aren't you going to do anything about it? File a lawsuit against him?"

"What's the point? It's over already," I replied, plopping down onto the bed.

"So you're just going to let him get away with this?"

"Damon, you don't understand. If I tell anyone, Tyler could get kicked off his team."

"But he deserves it," Damon said matter-of-factly.

"He doesn't," I muttered quietly, looking down at my lap so that he didn't have to see me cry.

The truth was, Tyler had been a wonderful boyfriend. We never even had a single fight, simply because he was the sweetest and most understanding guy I had ever met. What happened yesterday night was definitely uncalled for, but it was just one time. Tyler normally would never act that aggressive, let alone slap someone.

Sure, he needed to learn a lesson about playing with girls' hearts, but having him lose his job would just be too plain harsh. Besides, the Boston Bruins wouldn't be the same if their star player, Tyler Seguin, left.

"Well, I guess it is your decision whether or not to press charges against Tyler. Hey, are you ok?", Damon asked gently.

"I'm fine. It's just going to take me a while to get over all of this," I replied, reaching for a tissue on the nightstand to blow my nose.