Never Should've Lied

Chapter 2: No Longer Feels Like Home

He felt feverish, yet cold. He couldn't stop shaking, his lips trembling as he hugged himself. His clothes hung off his skin, making him look skinnier than he really was. His eyes were bloodshot, with bags under them. His hair was tousled, looking messier and dirtier than it should. His skin was pale, even with the fading sun touching his skin.

He could feel the pull, the magic of his family calling to him. He could feel his mother and aunt's spell, calling to him. Trying to summon him back. His brother's searching gaze, trying to find him to bring him home.

His own magic snapped back, slapping away the magic of his family. Striking back with a fury that he had felt fade from himself a long time ago.

He felt lonely…which would make sense. After all, he was alone. …He would always be alone it seemed.

God he was tired. So tired of all of this. So ready to give up.

Why did they lie to him?

He had always been taught to never lie, that was one of the first rules you learned growing up as a Halliwell. So…if you didn't keep secrets from family…what was he?

"If there's one thing you'll learn as a Halliwell, it's that you don't keep secrets from family."

His mother's gentle voice, her bright and loving smile aimed at him. Her gentle touch caressing his cheek as she told him how much she loved him and how special he was to her. Piper's harsh scowl, eyes no longer the vivid brown but a dark angry muddy color. Her words no longer sweet but full of hate. His current mother's distant eyes, random and accidental brushes of hands. Meaningless words of love.

God…

She was such a liar.

He wanted to hate her for it.

What he would do to get his mother back…

"So maybe you came back from the future not just to save Wyatt, maybe you came back to save us too."

He can still remember his father's cold voice, his dead eyes as they stared blankly at him. Comparing them to the pleading eyes, begging tone of the Leo from 2004…you would think that his current father would be the best.

And yet…as he sat here, looking at the darkening sky. He couldn't help but wish for those cold blue eyes to once more fall on him. The judgmental voice to reach his ears as he listened, craving for the attention like a boy who needed his father's approval.

He wanted to hate the Leo from this time, his father.

"Not if it's gonna save one of my two favorite nephews."

Bright eyes, sarcastic tone, and the comforting arm. That was his Aunt Paige. The woman he always went to for money. The one who always knew just how to keep up with all his sarcastic remarks. Yet the woman that called herself 'Paige', his current Aunt, was nothing but a shadow of this woman.

He hated her.

"I just think that we have to face the reality that Chris's destiny might have been just to come here and warn us about Wyatt, and that's all."

Good old Aunt Phoebe. She hadn't changed much. His real Aunt Phoebe would of hated her, been disgusted with herself. But Phoebe and this timeline's Phoebe hadn't changed much. They continued to hate him, blame him.

The first drop of rain fell.

He hated her.

"Et tu, Chris? Of all the people to betray me."

"You know if anyone else tried what you tried, I'd kill them on the spot. But you…"

Wyatt…he would give anything to be with his big brother again. Not this…this guy who truly believed he was better than him. No…he wanted to be with the guy that destroyed the world…the guy who took over…just to protect his little brother.

He hated him too.

His whole being craved, hungered for this hate.

But he couldn't. Because she still had her face. They all still had their faces.

And he hated them for that. Because he could never hate them. Not really. Not as long as they shared their face. Their warmth.

But he did hate that place...

That place, that house, that held so many memories. Memories that were from two parallel lives. Some good. Some bad. And others that he wished would just fade away.

That house that had his mother.

His father.

Brother.

Sister.

Aunts.

Uncles.

Cousins.

That house…

"So Wyatt brings his shield up around me. He thinks I'm a threat."

"Yeah, so do I."

That house…

"I'm sorry." As the words echoed around him, he couldn't help but wonder…were those words from his memory or had he actually spoken?

No longer feels like home.

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(A/N): So haha it has been a long time since I have updated. But I actually wrote this in a few hours so if it is horrible…I really am happy. I just..I got some random Chris feels. And I needed to write this. I am putting up a poll on if I should have more chapters. So if you want one, then leave a review on how you want the story to go and I will try to put it in here.