(A/N: This is POV fic something I've never done before and this is in the point of view of Chris, when he's 14 he's been raised without any knowledge of Piper being a witch P.S This is possibly an AU fic. I have not given up on Nicea this is just something to feel in time since I'm having writers block for that fic, this is also a one shot fic meaning theres not gonna be any updates. )
October 10th, 2018 I woke up about 3:30 in the morning, I begin my way down to the kitchen as I do every night at this time for a snack, but this time something was different there was plaster on the floor and it was being ripped off the wall by a small group in military uniforms. My mom grabs me and whispers for me to hide, I find a place up in the attic in an old trunk, my heart pounding the whole time, I sit there not breathing or moving for hours. I then went down to my mom's room I see her lying straight up with a look of shock on her face and blood everywhere. My first reaction was to call the police, no they'd just arrest me, but I knew I couldn't stay there so I decided to go to school.
When I got there, everyone was shouting at me, "Satan worshiper! Go to hell," I could have sworn I saw a priest try to perform an exorcist on me. I asked what was going on they started calling me Satan's spawn, but I wasn't, I wasn't evil like Wyatt. Before I could dwell on what they called me they went into a tangent on how I was going to put hexes on people, and my Mom did the same. This was not making any since my mom never did anything that would make people assume she did hexes, she didn't believe in hexes. I feel something warm and wet on my cheek realizing I am crying I run all the way home. Once I get there I leap onto my bed and cry myself to sleep no clue what I was going to do, all I knew was "no one could hurt me, no one could hurt me," I kept saying to myself over and over again.
