Stolen
Chapter one- First Time
Disclaimer- None of this material belongs to me. Sadly… The song is called Frozen and is by Within Temptation.
A: N- Here's part two of the Stand Still trilogy. Hope you like it!!!
I
can't feel my senses I would stop running Tell me I'm frozen When
lies turn into truth I can feel your sorrow Tell me I'm frozen When lies
turn into truth Everything will slip
away I can't feel my senses Frozen Tell me I'm
frozen When lies turn into truth Frozen
I just feel the cold
All colors seem to
fade away
I can't reach my soul
If
I knew there was a chance
It tears me apart to sacrifice it
all
But I'm forced to let go
But what
can I do?
Can't tell the reasons
I did it for you
I sacrifice for you
You say that I am
frozen
But what can I do?
(I
sacrifice)
You won't forgive meBut I know you'll be
alrightIt tears me apart that you will never know
But
I have to let go
But what can I
do?
Can't tell the reasons
I did it for you
I sacrifice for you
You say that I am
frozen
But what can I do?
Shattered pieces will remain
When memories fade into
emptiness
Only time will tell its tale
If it all has been in
vain
I just feel the
cold
But what can I do?
Frozen
But what can I do?
Can't tell the reasons
I did it
for you
I sacrifice for you
You
say that I am frozen
He didn't know why he liked him, why he wanted to go out with him. He just did. He thought he was beautiful. Funny… everything he ever wanted. But, that didn't explain why he liked him. Nothing ever could, last he checked. He couldn't help how he felt. Just like, he could not help but think that, his mother… and aunt… was keeping something from him. That's another issue Wyatt, he told himself sternly forcing himself to tune back into the conversation he was having with a few of his friends, focus on the one at hand. "So than," Lucas Bently, a semi large boy with matted down brown hair and dull brown eyes, said looking around the table, "she leaned forward and started to hu-"
"Ok, ew," a familiar voice spoke up from behind Wyatt, "Not everyone cares about your sex life Bently," Lucas glared at the boy with chestnut brown hair and vivid green eyes.
"It's not like anyone asked you, Turner," He spit out,
Chris raised an eyebrow and smirked, "I know. I just don't care,"
"Chris," Wyatt warned him gently, "don't fight now, please?"
He heaved a
sigh and plopped down next to Wyatt, "Fine,"
"Speaking of relationships," Nina Crive, a 'popular' with
strait shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes, spoke up, "how
are you two getting along? One year am I correct?"
"Yes you are," Chris said happily turning back to Wyatt, "I was wondering if you wa-"
"Talk about disgusting," Timothy Gurent, a 'jock' with medium, length brown hair and cold grey eyes, said shoving Chris into Wyatt roughly, "no gay sex in the lunch room, faggot,"
"Agh! Screw you Gurent," Chris spit out his voice full of anger and embarrassment,
"I bet you'd just love to, wouldn't you," Gurent batted his eyes,
"No, I don't think anyone would want to sleep with that," he gave Gurent a disgusted look,
His expression turned sour, "Go to HELL Turner!" Gurent screeched,
"I've been there and back. It was actually quite fun," Chris said pleased, Wyatt smiled proud, as did the rest of the table.
Gurent leaned forward threatingly, "I'm going to get you, Turner. You and your family. Your pathetic mortal father first," he pulled away with a smirk, "good day Nina." Chris narrowed his eyes at Gurents feet, causing him to collapse onto the lunchroom floor, his lunch falling all over him. The whole lunchroom burst out laughing, having gone silent when they noticed the verbal fight. Chris smirked, turning around and letting out the breath he was holding. Wyatt, noticing this rubbed his back comfortingly,
"What did he say?" he was concerned, Chris knew that,
"I can't," He shook his head, "I just can't," Wyatt nodded understanding. Timothy Gurent had it in for Chris, because of what Chris' father had done. Cole Turner was a prosecutor, he threw Gurents father in jail, and ever since then Gurent had done everything to make Chris' life miserable.
"Don't let him get to you like that," said Lucas, his eyes clouded over on concern,
"Yeah, really, he's not worth any of it," Nina said patting Chris' back gently. He closed his eyes and leaned into Wyatt,
"I just wanna go home," he groaned out,
Wyatt smiled, "You can after 6th period,"
"Screw 6th period, I wanna go home now!"
Nina and Lucas laughed at his childish behavior, therefore causing him to let a brief smile form on his face.
(End of the school day)
"There he is," Gurent, whispered to his friends, Gail Youther, Maurice Jackson, and Becky Tamorae, "What do you say we go get our revenge," They edged forward quietly making their way over to Chris, who was sitting on the brick wall of the school reading the history book. As they made their descend, Chris looked up, biting his lip gently, scanning the schoolyard for his fathers ford truck. When his search got to no avail, he looked back down at his book, shutting it roughly and shoving it into his bag. "Now." Gurent said as they ran over behind him pushing him forward and off the wall.
Chris screeched as he reached behind him. His hand scrapped against the brick causing it to split open from the impact. "CHRIS!" Wyatt yelled running over to his boyfriend as he fell to the ground, "Are you ok?" A golden light emerged from Wyatt's hands as he held them over the cut that had formed on Chris' head. Hurrying Chris put a glamour on his cut hand; he really did not want Wyatt to do more than he had to.
"I think so," He muttered as Wyatt helped him stand up, "Thanks to you. You little miracle worker." Wyatt laughed as Chris looked up at him fondly,
"Not so much of a miracle worker there," Chris smiled, "And if you insist that I am, I must insist that you show me how,"
"You sly, sly snake you," Chris said teasingly as Wyatt pulled him closer,
"Well, are you going to show me how yet?" Wyatt whispered,
"I don't think you've earned that privilege Mr. Halliwell," They both jumped and turned around, "Now strop trying to land my son in bed. Or you'll be on yours, and I don't mean the one that you wake up on Mr. Halliwell,"
"Dad," Chris groaned openly, "I was the one trying to land him," Wyatt laughed as Cole Turner's brown eyes widened,
"Well, that better be just a joke kid, or else your mother will find out." Cole replied,
"Mom, will find out anyway," Chris said,
"How?" Cole asked disbelieving,
"I don't know. Super secret mom spying,"
"Nice use of alliteration," Wyatt commented,
"Thank you," Chris turned around in Wyatt's arms, putting his own around Wyatt's neck, he leaned in for a kiss when,
"Not now boys," Cole pulled Chris away gently, "we have to get home,"
"Aww come on' dad." Chris moaned, pouting slightly,
"You're having him over tonight anyway," Cole pointed out, "and you have homework to do, so say goodbye,"
Chris smiled taking a step closer to Wyatt, he turned around to Cole a minuet later, "Turn around," Cole sighed and did as he was told, as Chris turned back giving Wyatt a quick peck on the lips. "See ya," he whispered, pulling away,
'Not so fast, bucko,' Wyatt said telepathically pulling Chris closer for a passionate kiss. "See ya later, love," he laughed giving Chris a quick peck on the cheek, "Bye, Mr. Turner,"
Cole nodded turning back around, he laughed at the sight of Chris, he looked positively winded, "See you tonight Mr. Halliwell," Wyatt turned around after giving Chris one last smile walking away with Nina and Lucas.
"Come on' kid," Cole took Chris' arm, "Your mother wants to see you,"
(The Halliwell residence)
"MOM!" Wyatt shouted as he entered the house, "I'm home!"
"In the kitchen sweetie," Piper Halliwell's voice drifted into the hallway.
Wyatt entered the kitchen and was hit with a smell of pasta. He sighed and leaned in the doorway. "You do know I'm going over C's house right?"
The brunette turned around sharply, "What do you mean? I never said you could go," Wyatt sat down at the dinner table and looked at his mother with a passive look.
"It's our one year, mom,"
"You think I care? Today is family day, you can go hang out with this C kid another day," she pointed her wooden spoon at him, "plus Melinda got a new power. This is her congratulations dinner."
"She has four powers, and I've canceled every one of my dates with him to go to them! Can't I just have this one!?" he begged Piper to understand,
"No," she said stubbornly, "You are not to go anywhere today." She returned to her cooking as Wyatt pushed himself away from the table roughly,
"Fine! However, the next time I am going on a date, I will not ask for your permission! Just because you don't like the fact that I'm in love does NOT mean that I will stop." With that said, Wyatt turned around and marched up the stairs and into the room. He turned around and slammed the door shut, nearly knocking it off of its hinges.
(Turner Residence)
Chris entered the living room and plopped down on the fluffy brown couch, he sighed, Wyatt's mother always did this. She always said that Wyatt's sister, cousin, aunt, uncle; father had something special happen, so they had to cancel their date. He put his head in his hands trying to fight off the tears. He wasn't going to cry over something so pathetic as not being able to see your boyfriend. It was pointless, crying would get him nowhere. "Hey hunny," a woman with brown hair and chocolate brown eyes looked at him in concern,
"Hi mom," Chris muttered his voice surprisingly weak,
"What's wrong?" Phoebe Turner asked her oldest 'son',
"Wyatt can't come today. His mother used the pathetic excuse of his family having something 'special' to do so he couldn't come,"
Phoebe laid her hand on his somewhat shaking shoulder, "I'm sorry sweetie,"
"Not your fault," Chris muttered, "can I just go out with some friends today?"
Phoebe smiled, he might have a part of him that belonged to Leo, Cole and Paige but most of him was Phoebe and Prue, it didn't matter that he was Piper and Leo's son, he was nothing like them. "That would be fine, sweetie, just be home by curfew,"
Chris smiled Patty's smile, "Thanks mom," he gave her a brief hug before getting up off the couch and exiting to his room. Phoebe shook her head sadly, what was Piper doing?
(Street Corner)
Timothy Gurent looked around in search for Chris Turner; he knew what he was going to do. He pocketed the gun and left the room that occupied his sister and her boyfriend doing 'it' on the couch. He gave them a disgusted look before exiting the house himself and climbing into his father's car. He stuck the keys in the hole and drove off…
April Kerry threw her red hair over her shoulder and looked at her brown haired friend as he sat down on the curb. He looked up at the rest of them, Heather Rudd, Ben Taylor, Nathan Todd and Stacy Elks. Heather had her black hair up in a ponytail and one piece laid in her pale green eyes. Ben had his strangely dark green hair up in spikes and his grey eyes held laughter. Nathan's dark brown hair was down to his shoulders and his brown eyes held contempt. Moreover, Stacy looked very different from them all, she had straight blonde hair with a few ruby colored streaks and her dull blue eyes held a smile that made them light up. April had dark red hair and light green eyes while Chris had brown hair down to his chin and vivid green eyes. Nathan, Ben and Heather each had a cigarette in their hand.
They looked over at the street as a car whizzed by making a stop near Chris, the window rolled down revealing Timothy Gurent. Chris sighed, "Leave me alone Gurent,"
"And why would I want to do that?" he asked arrogantly,
"Isn't it obvious that no one wants you here?" April spoke up from behind Chris, she helped him up gently. As he stood beside her, Gurent said,
"Where's your bodyguard Halliwell, Turner?"
"At home," Chris said his eyes filled with hate,
"Hmm, so if he's not here," Gerent opened the door to the SUV and stepped out, "I can come out here,"
"Well, you could even if he was here, it's America, we can't stop you from doing anything," Nathan said looking at Chris in worry,
"Exactly, you remember that Todd," he grabbed Chris by his arm roughly, pulling him close to him, "You're coming with me,"
"HEY!" Stacy shrieked with Ben, Nathan, and April, "Let him go!"
"Haha," Gurent reached into his pocket and pulled out his fathers 45 caliber gun pointing it at Stacy he shot her twice and watched as she fell to the ground the rest of the friends dropping down to her side. As Nathan reached into his pocket desperately for his cell phone, Gurent threw Chris into the car driving off. All the while hearing April scream after him to stop.
(Hospital)
The light was blinding and he squinted up at the figures in front of him. There were four, wait 6, no 10. Screw it he thought closing his eyes, grimacing at the pain in his head. "Christopher," a soft voice said from his side, "can you hear me?" Chris recognized the voice of his doctor here at the hospital. He nodded shutting his eyes even more tightly as a pain erupted.
"Can you talk?" asked a voice Chris did not recognize.
"Yeah," his voice was horse,
"What do you remember Mr. Turner?" Dr. Pillar questioned laying her hand on his forehead.
A bunch of thoughts, images and sounds came rushing into his head at once. "Leave me alone Gurent" "Stop!" "Please, don't" "Stacy!" he remembered Gurents labored breathing, the way his hands felt, the tears flowing down his cheeks. He remembered the feel of the car seat beneath him; he remembered begging Wyatt to come, only to realize that he could not hear him. He remembered the feel of the blade piercing through his skin; he remembered the feel of the blood rushing down his stomach. He remembered the fear he had felt, as he looked into Gurents eyes when he laughed.e HeHe He remembered the pavement beneath him, he remembered someone holding onto him, shouting his name. In addition, Chris would always remember the sympathetic looks from all the doctors as he opened his eyes and he would always remember how weak he felt when he was hit with the realization of what had happened to him. He could not fight off the chocked sob either, and the doctors would always remember the day that the 15 year olds life was ruined by one-persons hate for his father…