13/31 (Kinda On Hold)

XXXI: Crewcabanger

A/N: NORMAL UPDATE! WHOO! Can I just say, I didn't put six and six together to figure out what crewcabanger meant and then I looked it up, now I do. Just say it out loud and if it doesn't click, look it up in Urban Dictionary, and you'll think to yourself, "OHHHHHHHH! That's what it is." At least we all know that I'm still clueless and oblivious.

-Wednesday

"Scarlett, are you sure you're stable enough to go visit Christopher? You just tried to kill yourself, darling."

I stare up at him, "Perhaps, but putting off something this important won't help the situation any further, especially being unaware as to the next moment I may be even desire to care to this degree."

"So long as you think you're up for the task at hand, I'm fine with you going, but if you even have one moment of hesitation, you come back right away."

"I cannot keep hiding from this."

"Then go, but be prepared for the possibility of infuriating him further."

"It's a consequence I am willing to tempt, and if it does occur, which I know it will, it is something I have to deal with and accept."

"Well, in that case, be safe darling. Keep a coat with you at all times, and make sure you're aware of your surroundings. Let me know when you arrive."

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I drift quietly through the hallway, searching for a sign of Chris. Part of me dreading our incoming interaction and the other part just dying to hear his voice and see his face. It's increasingly silent in the palace, notating just how empty it has been since my departure. It feels cold, and to a certain extent, uninviting.

It makes it hard to comprehend our children playing and running about here as they grow up. Will our relationship continue to sour as it has, even after the birth of the twins? Or will Christopher come to his senses and realize the absurdity of what he has caused? Or, worst of all, will he cut me out of their lives, and tear our children from me?

I hear the sound of raised voices coming from further up the hallways. One is indefinitely Chris, the other distantly familiar and female, it unnerves me. As I head nearer to the bedroom, the voices grow louder, and as I push open the door, my suspicions are confirmed.

Chris stands facing me across the room, a familiar pink-haired woman on her knees in front of him. He is glaring at her, in the middle of growling something at her as she purrs up at him. His pants are unbuttoned and the zipper pulled down, and she is in the middle of pulling down his black boxers.

I stand in the doorway, in shock as to what stands before me.

"Didn't I tell you that you'd rot before I ever laid a finger on you?" I say staring down at Megan.

"Chris, you can tell me whatever you want. It doesn't change the fact that your so-called 'fiancee' left you for another man, and that you clearly need some form of release. It doesn't matter how much you claim to hate me, you won't turn down a blow job." She purrs, lowering herself onto her knees in front of me, "besides, sex is so much better when you're angry."

"Yes, but sex between you and I," I motion between us. "Will never happen."

Megan suddenly has my pants unbuttoned and unzipped within the matter of two seconds, grinning up at me, "try and say no to me with your dick in my mouth."

"No," I try tugging my pants back up, but her fingers stay looped on the belt loops. "Get out, seriously Megan. I don't want you here."

"Just shut up and enjoy yourself, it's not like her whoring, fat ass is going to be here anytime soon to pleasure you."