{Music Recommendation: Seeing Red ~ Danny Elfman}
(Twenty-four years ago: Playback)
{Warning: Triggers: Trauma, Child abuse}
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"Wilson, my entire life depends on this! I can't just quit acting because you said so... remember how we ended up this way? If I hadn't been drunk and had sex with my driver, we wouldn't be in this mess." Delphine pushed her curls up and down, staring at her reflection in the mirror with a pleased smile.
Wilson stood behind his wife, his eyes closed. He let out a tired sigh, "But I'm no longer your driver. I am now your husband... and we have a son."
"One I tried to get rid of!" Delphine barked, her hand moving up with the red lipstick she was applying.
"Oh, fuck this!" Delphine cursed, taking a wet wipe to clean her lips. She threw it on the floor and exhaled forcefully.
