S2 Week 14 Bonus Story: A Blue Christmas

Victoria's Broken Heart

Welcome to Trainwrecks: Season 2 (2005-2006)! If you haven’t read Season 1, please start there! Trainwrecks is a free-to-read fiction serial that follows a group of six Seattle-adjacent friends from the year 2004 to the year 2015. Join Luna Cruz, Sebastian Velasquez, Dimitri and Victoria Hale, Duke Kingston, and Jasmine Nolan as they stumble their way from adolescence to adulthood, falling in love, making mistakes, overcoming their pasts, and staying together through it all.

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December 24, 2005

Victoria’s eyes opened to the sight of a large, outdated television struggling to play an Everybody Loves Raymond marathon. She’d had an awful dream that she’d gotten into a row with Duke and he’d broken up with her. But as she woke up a little more and realized she was in her mother’s living room, she remembered that the breakup hadn’t been some horrible dream. It was her cruel and devastating reality.

Her father walked into the room then, wearing an ugly Christmas sweater and carrying two mugs with candy canes sticking out of them. “Ah, you’re up,” he said. “Hot chocolate?”

Victoria nodded though she had no idea what time it was. It was dark outside, and since the sun set at four o’clock in winter, she guessed it was anywhere between afternoon and evening. Her father handed her a mug. Small white marshmallows floated on the surface of the chocolate, and the warmth and sweetness of the drink brought tears to her eyes. She didn’t deserve something so nice. Hot chocolate was for good people who didn’t take their anger out on their friends and loved ones, not an out-of-control mental case like her.

James sighed as she let out a squeaky sob. “Come now, love, it’s Christmas. We can’t have tears on Christmas.”

“Not true,” her mother said as she joined them in the living room with her own mug of hot chocolate. “Being heartbroken on Christmas is the most romantic thing that can happen to a girl. Let her cry if she wants to.” She sat down next to Victoria, put her mug on the coffee table, and scooped her into her arms. “You want me to put on some Bing Crosby so you can really milk it?” she asked.