“Are you on anything?”

“No.” The smile left her lips as she slowly gave into her exhaustion. “But I want to be.”

The day was dark, cloudy, and cold. She didn't enjoy it. Nothing could make her smile. Anger dwelled deep inside of her along with a fury she was having trouble containing. The priest spoke, his words deaf to her ears. She wasn't interested in what an old stranger had to say about her father. Her poor poor Daddy.....Raife's closed casket waiting to be buried- she avoided looking at it not wanting to cry.

Spencer had done enough crying for the both of them.

Spencer and......Christine.

On the other side of the casket was her grieving mother and an older woman who claimed to be a relative. She held Christine as she sobbed, whispering to her, stroking her hair as others around watched with their own tears.

It was all bullshit.

Just an act.

Her tears meant nothing.

Where were they when she was fucking some other guy behind her Father's back!!

The young brunette felt a soft touch against her arm and turned her head, meeting a sad blue gaze. Her eyes dropped to their linked hands. Seeing the whiteness of her knuckles from the pressure of her grip, she immediately let go. Everything tuned out moments before became an assault on her senses. The Priest holding a bouquet of flowers, throwing pedals onto the lowering casket, she looked up and met brown eyes.

Christine flashed her a small smile.

She had to leave.

Dodging tombstones, her legs carried her as fast as they could through the cemetery, knowing to run far far away from her. That somehow being near that woman would kill her. It was already eating her alive. Knowing what she had done, staring into the Bitch's face was torturous. Especially at her Father's funeral, and that smile.... “Fuck you!” She collapsed breathless onto the grass. “Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!” With closed fists she hit the ground in a mad frenzy, imagining it was her Mother underneath the assault. She wanted her to hurt. Hurt like she was hurting, she wanted the bitch to feel the pain, all the fucking pain she was in- Christine felt none of it.

“Ashley?”