The last thing you expected was to walk in on Logan and Jean making out in your bedroom. You should’ve seen the signs and cursed yourself for being so foolish, but you hoped he would be different. After all, Jean was in an off/on relationship with Scott, and Logan was in a committed relationship with you.

In a desperate attempt to flee them, you jumped in your car and drove until the sun went down.

With your face streaked with tears and your heart squeezing in your chest, you stopped at a bar for the night connected to some motel. You paid for a shitty room and headed straight to the bar for a drink. You ignored the looks and whispers from men who obviously didn’t care for your distress, and proceeded to drink to your heart's content.

Imagine your surprise when Victor Creed appears from seemingly nowhere.

“The Howlett girl; whatta surprise.” He smiles at you, though it’s all teeth, and looks more like he’s snarling. “Where’s the man of the year?” You almost scream as he leans against the bar, clearly not going anywhere anytime soon.