"What?" Christine asked in shock, almost dropping her glass as she dazedly stared at Mick.
"Stevie and I were intimate but I ruined it by fucking you!" Mick exclaimed, angry at Christine even though he knew it was his fault, she clearly hadn't known about their illicit affair.
Christine gulped "No!" She stammered shaking her head. She didn't want to believe it. She hated herself at that moment though as Mick nodded and she wanted Mick to be lying but could tell he wasn't and the truth hurt immensely.
"Its true Chris, we had sex the night of that party where Lindsey was a dick to her!" Mick sighed, knowing he had hurt Christine now as well.
Christine nodded and looked away, her eyes filling with tears as she thought of how hurt Stevie would have felt walking in on and herself and Mick having sex.
"Chris!" He said and placed his hand on her shoulder but she shrugged him off and walked further away with a clear stumble in her step, dizzy from the alcohol, drugs and mainly the shock.
"Mick, don't!" She said softly, feeling nauseous.
"I'm sorry but.." He exclaimed but paused because she spun around glaring at him.
"Why the fuck didn't you tell me it was her you were in love with!" Christine shouted as she felt the anger rush through her.
"I didn't think she would want anyone knowing, I thought she was ashamed of me and we were so high Chris!" Mick admitted looking into her hurt blue eyes "I'm a fucking idiot, especially for knocking her up and maybe you now too!" He sighed heavily and rubbed his hand down his face "How the fuck could I be so stupid!"
"You have Jenny too, you also are probably using me and Stevie, now we have to deal with consequences! She is my best friend and you fucked me in front of her, I am so mad with you, fuck off Mick!" She screamed and pointed to the door "She is probably being tortured in rehab because of you, just piss of Mick, you make me sick and you used us, both Stevie and I just for a place to shove your tusk, piss off, I am so disgusted, you have gotten Stevie pregnant and made me feel like a cheap whore, you are unbelievable!" She added angrily, also trying to hold back all the tears of mixed emotions.
"Chris, please, I know I fucked up, I'm a mess too ok!" Mick stated "You and John are my best friends, I am in love with Stevie, I'm sorry!" He sighed. He wanted to hug Christine but was also scared of her too, she had a wild temper when she was hurting, upset or angry.
Christine just walked further off and took a swig from the whiskey bottle "Just get out!" She muttered.
"But Christine, I am sorry!" He stated once again.
"How do you think this will be fixed, Stevie will hate me now, if she is even alright, I haven't even heard from her!" Christine huffed.
"Tell me the rehab then and I will go fucking break her out of there if I have too!" Mick pleaded.
"She obviously doesn't want you to know, or she would have told you!"
"I need to know, if she is carrying my kid, I need to support her and be there for her while she gets clean! Her and I need eachother Christine, I fucking love her and she needs me too, I need to explain things to her!" Mick said walking closer.
Christine didn't know what to do, she was a flurry of all different feelings "Just leave me alone, I will try to find out if she is up to even seeing any of us, she probably hates me too! Thanks for making me loose my best friends Mick, thanks a lot!" Christine stated and walked off into the bathroom, slamming the door loudly which made Mick flinch and she just slid down the wall, bursting into a fit of silent crying as she hated herself over what had happened.
Mick suspected she was breaking down and walked to the door, hearing muffled sobbing and he felt terrible for making such a strong woman break down "I'm sorry Chrissy, I know I hurt you and Stevie, I am truly sorry, but I want to try and fix things, please tell me the rehab as soon as you have word on Stevie!" He said through the door.
"Just go Mick!" Christine whispered and he heard her.
He gave up and decided to leave her be, he had hurt her "Alright, please don't kill yourself with alcohol, I'm the asshole, not you!" He sighed and walked off, leaving her suite and going back to his own.
Christine heard him leave and just stayed sat on the cold tiles as she continued crying. She finished her glassful and then clumsily got up, seeing her reflection in the mirror. She looked a mess, her eyes were red, her nose was running and her hair was like messy straw. She slammed her hands down on the sink and forgot about the glass. It smashed and she yelped as it went into her soft skin "Fuck!" She whimpered, grabbing a towel and trying to wrap it around her hand and wrist, but it hurt more "Shit, shit, shit!" She muttered, realising there was glass in it and she noticed how red the towel was getting, which made her light-headed. She knew she needed help, she needed Stevie and just wished she was there How could things get any worse? She mentally asked herself.
Then she heard John yelling out her name outside the room "Christine, let me in, I miss you, I still love you" He boomed and she closed her eyes in annoyance. Him stalking her, drunk was a common occurrence.
"Oh for fuck sake, come in then, I need help!" She yelled and started crying.
John instantly panicked and kicked the door in, racing in and finding her, instantly sobering when he realised she was injured and he didn't see the woman who he felt like he had hurt so deeply, the one who hurt him too, he just saw his wife "Chrissy?" He asked, walking closer and seeing the towel.
"There's glass in it!" She sniffled and he nodded.
"Sit down and I will help get it out, do you have tweezers?" He soothed, helping her stumble away from the sink.
"Yes, some in the cupboard!" She shakily replied and John helped sit her on the bed then went searching for them and returned, sitting beside her on the bed and gently taking her injured hand and he unwrapped the towel, gasping in shock as he saw the gashes in her wrist with pieces of glass imbedded in it and her hand.
"Fuck, you tried to slit your wrist, Jeezus Chris!" John exclaimed jumping to conclusions.
"No, no!" She replied adamantly and then looked down at the injury, feeling lightheaded and nauseous "Oh, fuck, I'm going to die!" She panicked seeing her wrist and she felt herself going limp as she passed out.
"Christine!" John yelled, trying to catch her as she fell backwards onto the mattress. John didn't know what to do so he sprung of the bed and ran into the hall, relieved to see Mick returning. Mick had heard the door being kicked down "Mick, Christine's tried to kill herself!" John cried and Mick's mouth dropped open in shock.
"No, fuck, how!" He yelled and ran to her room, seeing her unconscious on the bed "Oh god, this is my fault!" He cried "What have I done to our girls!" He stammered and John rushed past him trying to stop the bleeding with the towel.
"Just do something, help me, she could be dying, a vein might be cut Mick!" John yelled becoming frantic.
