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Revelations and Heartbreaks

Chapter 2)

The memories annoyed Chris often, they made his life harder on a regular basis, but they annoyed him the most when they kept him from sleeping, either waking him up very often, or in earlier years, making him afraid to go to sleep.

It had been hard explaining why he wouldn't go to sleep in the years Wyatt and him had to share a room. Wyatt was always worried, and had tried numerous things to help Chris sleep. It always gave Chris a feeling of guilt, Wyatt was doing everything he could, and Chris was afraid to go to sleep because he was afraid to see the other Wyatt, the evil one.

"Chris, what is wrong?" Asked Bianca, her mother wasn't home for the weekend, so Chris was spending the weekend at her place. "Jeesz Chris, stop moving!" Bianca exclaimed loudly, it was three in the morning, and Bianca was fed up with him, well she wasn't the only one. Chris had woken up from his sleep when the memory ended, stupid really, that he always woke up when a memory ended, even if the memory wasn't necessarily a bad one. But anyways Chris had woken up after remembering that his father hadn't come to his game of soccer, but an hour later he was there to watch Wyatt's basketball game. Why did he have to wake up! Well he should be happy it was Bianca who he woke up to, lately Chris had an hard time keeping his reactions in check. If he had woken up to Wyatt or worse if he had woken up to see his father, Chris wasn't really sure what his reaction would be.

"I'm sorry, I just can't sleep" Chris answered her, all he heard was an angry huff. Well he supposed that his answer was a stupid one, she had already known he couldn't sleep, otherwise they wouldn't have this problem. Bianca put the light on. "Seriously, just because you can't sleep you have to keep me awake?" she said, though now Chris could see her face, she didn't look all that angry, more worried and concerned, hmm what had she heard?

Chris had learned early in life that he was a talker in his sleep, something that really bugged him because he wanted to keep his memories private, and a secret. It had been his sleep talking that had made his father suspicious a couple of years ago. Apparently Chris had mumbled something in his sleep that triggered a memory for Leo. His father had looked strangely at him for weeks, asking all kinds of annoying questions. In the end Chris went to camp, and his father eventually forgot about it. Chris had been lucky then, but his luck would run out sometime.

"Well it wasn't my intention to keep you awake!" Chris said, he really wanted to ask what she had heard, but then what if he didn't like the answer? "Well, why can't you sleep?" Bianca asked, ahh, yes that was something he would like to know as well. Normally he could get back to sleep again after receiving a memory, but not tonight. "If I knew that, I would do something about it" Chris said, damn he was going to have to ask if she had heard him talk, well maybe he could be subtle about it. "Why are you even awake?" Chris asked, because he knew she hadn't woken up from his moving, it had to be because of him talking in his sleep. "Because my dearest Chris, you talk in your sleep" Bianca answered, a small smile on her face. She thought it was sweet how he talked in his sleep, or well it would be sweet if the words hadn't worried her. Well shit there you have it, Chris thought. He wasn't really sure if he could deal with this tonight. "Really? I do?" Chris asked, though he already knew that, well then it was best if he knew what he had talked about, the memory wasn't that bad, so he supposed she didn't know all that much. Bianca just nodded, she wasn't really forthcoming tonight. It was like she wasn't really sure if she should start this conversation. Well she wasn't the only one, but Chris just couldn't let it go, he had to know what he had said."What did I say?" Chris asked her. Bianca looked at him, again with concern in her eyes. "You asked why he didn't love you" She said in a small voice. Shit. Was all Chris thought. How was he going to explain this one. He was pretty sure Bianca had heard the hurt in his voice, so just laughing about it wouldn't be the best course of action.

"Who were you dreaming about Chris?" Bianca asked, the worry now evident in her voice. She had seen Chris' reaction, and she knew she hit a point. But for the life of her she just couldn't figure out who he meant. She knew the people in Chris' life, and all of them loved Chris, sometimes she thought his family even loved him way too much.

"It was just a dream Bi, just a piece of my imagination" Chris said, hoping to just shrug it off. But Bianca was letting go that easily. No because something would go the way I want it, Chris thought bitterly.

"No Chris, I heard you, I saw you. That wasn't nothing, it wasn't just your imagination. Please Chris I saw the hurt on your face, who were you talking about?" Bianca said, she was pleading with him now, and damn Chris couldn't say no to her pleading. Bianca knew that.

With Bianca asking came the first cracks in his carefully maintained façade. It was the first crack that later would probably change his world. It had been harder and harder to keep up the lies, to keep up the smiling face lately, what if he just couldn't keep it up anymore? But Chris had lied and deceived for such a long time. And the memories hurt, they were hard and painful to watch.

Ever since getting the memories a feeling of loneliness had formed. He couldn't talk to anyone about it, at least he couldn't before, and here she was, giving him the perfect opportunity to open up, to spill his secrets and to get away from the loneliness. Here she was, begging him to let her in, to finally let her in and show her the real him. And Chris couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to tell somebody so badly. Because under his carefully maintained façade, was a scared boy, a hurt boy. He talked about how he was used to the memories, how he had perfected his reactions to the horrible visions that would plague his sleep, but it hurt him. And he couldn't really take all that hurt anymore. And he could tell now, he could tell somebody that had nothing to do with it. He could tell Bianca, someone he wouldn't hurt too much with the knowledge. If he would tell her, then maybe he could keep it from his family longer. Maybe he could protect them from it.

Could he do it? Could he stop his lies and finally just tell someone? Could he really burden Bianca with this?

In the end Chris couldn't, she was blissfully unaware of the dangers that could have been. If it hurt him so much, then he couldn't hurt somebody else with it.

"Bianca, please just let it go okay? I don't want to talk about it, can't talk about it" Chris said, "Just try to go to sleep okay?" Chris said, while he himself got up. He wouldn't be able to sleep anymore anyways. Bianca sighed, she wasn't happy with this. She saw something was wrong, she knew it in her heart. Something was bugging Chris, hurting him. Something big. And Bianca was pretty sure he hadn't told anyone, she was pretty sure Chris was hurting on his own. She nodded to Chris, letting him know she would let it go for now. He couldn't handle it, she knew. And so she would give him time and space. She would let him try to work it out on his own, but she would be there on the sidelines, a quiet support.

Chris was sitting on the living room couch, staring into nothingness. His face a carefully kept black mask. But if someone would look into his eyes, they would see the emotional turmoil he was truly in. Chris was just staring while his mind was working itself into overdrive.

He had almost told someone. He had almost spilled the beans. Chris couldn't figure out why he was so emotional lately. Normally his lies came easily, he had years of practice in both lives after all. But not lately, no lately people could see the real him, and it scared Chris. What if his family finally noticed, they wouldn't let it go, Chris knew that. Bianca hadn't even really let it go, she was just giving him space.

"Here, maybe this will help" Bianca said, passing him a mug with hot chocolate. "I know you don't want to talk about it, and I will respect your wishes, but I just let you sit here, beating yourself up over this. So I'm going to sit next to you. Chris smiled, taking the mug from her. "So, seeing as we are just sitting here in the middle of the night, maybe you can help me on my paper that is due next week, it's about the influence of…. " Bianca began talking. Chris smiled again, giving her all his attention.

Yeah, he was emotional lately, and he should probably think of reasons why, and he should probably think of solutions to his problems. He should think of ways to keep his secrets. But Chris was tired, and Bianca was sitting next to him, talking animatedly about her term paper. So he chose to relax and help her.

He would probably regret it later, but well. He was a Halliwell, problem always found him anyways.

AN. Let me know what you think!

I have noticed that my chapters are a bit on the short side, I am afraid that this will be a regular thing, but I'm going to try my hardest to get them longer. So once I again I hope you enjoyed, and please review.