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Chained

Chapter 3: Late Night Memories

-Chris' POV-

How was I supposed to sleep tonight? Every time I closed my eyes, I swear I heard a baby crying. This is kind of a nightmare.

I shouldn't say that. It's really a horrible thing to say. But it's true. If it's not mine, then it's a nightmare because she's stuck with Hoyt for at least eighteen more years. And if it's mine well... apparently she wants to pretend it isn't. So that asshole will be raising my kid.

Not that I'll stand for that or anything.

There's no way that this whole situation doesn't seem like a mess to me though.

It was pitch black in my room, but I could see the little light from my charging cell phone glowing. I wanted to call her so bad. I wanted to see if she'd come over and talk to me. Where did that always leave us though? The result could possibly be nestling in her belly right now...

"You're avoiding me." I sat down at the lunch table she used to sit at alone before she got used to the idea of sitting with me and my friends. Since she left my house that day I'd had time to think about what I'd seen. I didn't really know how to react, then or now. I didn't want to point any fingers, but I had a feeling those bruises and the reason she was always hiding out at my house were closely related.

She looked up from her book and swallowed hard, realizing she had to talk to me now. "I wasn't avoiding you. I was just busy." I rolled my eyes, getting a little frustrated and mad that she thought I was that stupid.

"Blue, I don't believe that for a second. Let's get outta here and talk, please?" I think this situation calls for cutting class the rest of the day and potentially getting ice cream or something after.

She didn't argue; just picked up her things and followed me out of the cafeteria. Getting off school property wasn't difficult, and before we knew it, we'd walked down the road and to the park in silence.

It was pretty abandoned at this time of day, since most kids were at school, and we stopped in front of a bench that overlooked the pond in the back end of the park, a less traveled path by the joggers and dog walkers so we had privacy. I figured we would need it for this conversation.

We both sat there quietly for a minute. I wasn't really sure where to start. I didn't want to throw any accusations out there, but what the hell was I supposed to assume after seeing that?

"Look, the other day... I just... I'm clumsy I guess." I looked at her dumbfounded but she was staring at her hands in her lap. She has to be nuts to think I'd buy that!

"Blue, stop lying." I've never once seen her trip, drop something, or have any other klutzy accidents. Suddenly when she's home she's falling down and bumping into things enough to make marks that dark? "Is someone hitting you?"

The sudden shrug of her shoulders made it obvious that the answer was yes. "It's not a big deal," she whispered.

I think my mouth was probably wide open. How can she just blow this off?! Someone is hitting her! "Are you kidding me?! Blue, who is it?"

"Chris, I really don't wanna talk about it." I think this was the exact moment I realized I was definitely emotionally invested in this girl. It was easy enough for any guy to be attracted to her; she was gorgeous. She was like one of those girls who never had an awkward stage and went form an adorable little girl who could get away with murder just by batting her eyelashes to a gorgeous young woman who could earn an A just by crossing her legs the right way in a skirt. But while I sat here, looking at her and talking about this... knowing someone was physically hurting her, I realized that I definitely cared about her as more than a friend, and not just because I thought she was hot.

"Tough. We're like best friends now Blue. You can tell me anything." She finally looked up at me, sad blue eyes breaking my heart. I wrapped my arms around her slender frame, pulling her body into mine and rubbing my hand softly over her probably damaged back. "Just tell me who."

I heard her sob into my shirt and I could feel sudden wet spots through the fabric. "It's Zane. God, I hate him so much." Her voice was muffled but I definitely heard what she said. Zane was her stepdad, and was like twenty years younger than her mom. That's all I knew though besides the fact Blue wasn't a fan of him. I've never actually been to her house, for obvious reasons now.

Pushing her back gently by her shoulders, I stared at her hard. "We need to go to the police. Right now."

She jumped back, making me jump too. "No! Chris, no! This is why I didn't tell you!"

"Because I want to help you?! Blue, you have to tell somebody! We can go to my house. We can talk to my parents or something..." I vocalized my thoughts, trying to figure out the best way to go about doing this.

"No!" she shrieked, throwing my train of thought off and making me stare at her, shocked. Tears were running down her cheeks and she looked like she was on the verge of a complete breakdown or something. "Chris, I don't want anyone to know. Please." That time, her voice was barely audible. But I couldn't say no to her. I couldn't do what I knew was right when her eyes begged me like that.

"Okay. Fine. I won't say anything."

-Blue's POV-

I could feel the baby growing inside of me. I knew that was totally just in my head, but it felt like I was huge already even though I couldn't be more than four weeks along. I'd know when I went to the doctors after I went home tomorrow to Austin where I stayed with Lance. Part of me was dreading that interaction.

He wasn't happy about this baby. He was going to be even unhappier about it if he ever finds out about Chris. I don't know what to do right now. I'm so absolutely torn. Lance and I had met when I was wrestling a match for PCW, the indy company he had wrestled as Shadow for before signing to TNA. It was 2006 and... I don't know. He charmed me I guess.

The fucked up thing was he resembled my stepfather in an uncanny way. The same height; a similar physique; the same long, dark hair. God, that man had been the bane of my existence. And here I am, theoretically in love with a guy who looks just like him.

But that couldn't really be it. The love thing, I mean. I liked to think what we had was love, but I wasn't completely convinced. There were a lot of major speed bumps when it came to Lance and I; one extremely large one that couldn't seem to fade away.

Chris was still always in the back of my mind. Sometimes the thought of him made me so angry. But other times, I missed him terribly. Times like these, when I think back to how things used to be in high school. I don't think I would've made it out of Michigan alive if he hadn't been there for me...

My hand tapped on the glass quickly, body trembling with the cool night breeze. I was freezing and all I wanted right now was for that window to open and Chris to stick his head out.

My prayers were answered when the curtain was pushed aside and I caught sight of his sleepy, blue eyes that seemed to widen when he saw me standing outside in short sleeves. It was in fact the middle of fall in Michigan.

The window and the screen were both pulled up and Chris stuck his sandy head out the window. "What are you doing here?"

I choked down a sob as the wind picked up and my body trembled. "Zane's drunk. I was scared."

Chris' face fell for a second before he leaned further out the window, placing his arms firmly under my armpits. "Jump." I did what he directed and he pulled me into his bedroom through the window, not willing to take the chance of his parents catching him sneaking me into the house at one in the morning by using the front door.

We landed on his bed, which conveniently was right under the window and he quickly shut it and closed the curtain once again, getting rid of the autumn breeze.

Shuffling over to his door, I heard him click the lock shut, knowing I was going to spend the night and not needing his mom barging in to find us asleep in bed together. "He didn't touch you, did he?" He was so protective. I loved it and hated it at the same time.

"No. I left before he even saw me. Climbed down the fire escape," I told him as I pulled my shoes off and dropped them to the floor quietly. I heard him milling through his drawers and finally looked up at him, the only light being the illumination of the television.

Oh.

Why did he only have to be in his sweatpants?

He'd been working out like crazy lately, almost ready to start his wrestling training. My lips pursed as I stared at the tight muscles in his chest, probably really noticeably since he was looking at me strangely.

"Uh, here. You can put these on if you want." He handed me a pair of his boxers and a large Ultimate Warrior shirt, which I took, admiring the faded logo while trying not to keep visually admiring the results Chris' workouts were getting him.

I stood from the bed, my pulse echoing through my head as I turned my back to Chris, slipping out of my jeans. As quickly as I could, I pulled the boxers he'd given me on, rolling the waist down a little so they were more comfortable. It was when I pulled my shirt over my head I heard him suck in his breath.

"Shit Blue." I pursed my lips, knowing my back must look nasty. I may have told a white lie when Chris asked me if Zane had touched me. I thought you said he didn't touch you?" And he knew it.

I could feel him right behind me, his fingers running over what must be new red marks and old blue ones before he moved my shoulder to turn me around. "I'm sorry," I whimpered, feeling bad for lying, yet again. I just wasn't used to having someone who knew about what Zane did besides myself. Even Chris didn't know the half of it.

"I wish you would do something about it Blue." I let my head tilt down in shame, but it was lifted back up by Chris' fingertips, and before I could think about what he was about to do, he kissed me.

I instinctively wound my arms around his neck, having never trusted someone so much in my life. I hadn't been too sure where we stood, if he even actually liked me until this very moment.

He was so careful when he wrapped his arms around my middle, pulling me close to him, slowly and softly caressing the sore skin of my back.

He moved so we could climb onto his bed, his tongue sliding between my lips, sliding over my own invading tongue, just as eager as I was to explore this newly open door in our friendship.

He leaned down carefully so I was on my back, making sure I was okay before he did anything else. One of his hands moved over my shoulder, fingers catching the strap of my bra and pulling it down my arm before doing the same to my other. He was testing his waters, taking everything slowly and with caution. But I craved his gentle touch more than anything right now.

His hands moved over my soft breasts, alerting my nipples to full attention while his lower body wedged between my legs. The sudden pressure of the bulge between his legs scared and thrilled me at the same time as he ground against me, moving his mouth to further assault my breasts.

My body stiffened when I felt his fingers slip under the waistband of the boxers I had on and he pulled back a little, hair falling into his eyes. "Sorry." He went to pull his hand back, but I held onto his forearm, stopping him.

"It's okay. Just... not too far." His eyebrows rose and a little smirk appeared on his lips before he brought them back down on mine. He let his hand continue venturing southward before his fingertips brushed over the most sensitive area on my body, making me twitch and gasp into his mouth.

It was hard for me to let myself fully relax and just enjoy what he was doing, but after a minute, the tension in my body gave a little, the way his free hand stroked through my hair and the way his lips caressed my neck making me feel more cared about than I ever have before.

My hips started to jerk towards his invading fingers, the quick patterns he was running over my clit with his thumb and the full feeling his pumping fingers gave me. My lips parted as I began to pant, feeling the most pleasant and urgent tingling sensation erupting between my legs. I let out a too-loud moan as my body trembled and my insides tightened, Chris' hand quickly covering my mouth to silence me while his other hand continued, blue eyes watching delightedly, the most devilish glint I've ever seen in them present.

He removed his fingers from my panties and put them in his mouth, licking them clean before laying down beside me, his lips finding the pulse of my neck again. I wanted nothing more than to return the favor, so I began to take control, something I've never had experience with in any aspect of my life.

My hands ran down his chest, the new muscles feeling delicious under the soft pads of my fingers. His lips pressed into mine once again as my fingers brushed through the thin sprinkle of hair above his low waistband. "You don't have to," he assured against my lips, which only made me smile a little.

"I want to," I muttered back, catching sight of his heavy lidded eyes before I leaned up to catch his lips again, my hands finally slipping underneath his pants to find him going commando. Delicately, my fingertips trailed over the hard shaft in his pants, earning a low growl in the back of his throat while I broke away from his kiss, manipulating my weight so I pushed him fully onto his back, now able to work my tight hand over his cock while my lips traced the line of his jaw.

I wanted so badly to make him feel as good as he always made me feel, not only sexually, obviously, since this was the first time we'd ever done anything together. Chris just made me feel comfortable like I never thought I'd feel again since Zane was forced into my life.

Sitting up on my knees, I decided I could take it a step further, moving his waistband down over his hardness and leaning over his tip with my barely parted lips, just allowing my hot breath to hit the sensitive area. He let out a soft groan as my hand squeezed his base before I finally took him into my mouth, a gasp quickly following the swirl of my tongue.

I looked up as I sucked him, seeing his eyes were on my, though his lids were heavy. He was thoroughly enjoying the sight of me pleasuring him with my breasts still hanging out of my bra and strands of hair from my messy bun in my eyes. The satisfied expression on his face only encouraged me to work faster and squeeze harder.

It was only a little while longer before he began to throb in my hand and with fair warning from his hand as he tried to push me back, his hot seed filled my mouth, nearly gagging me, but I wanted to taste him.

Swallowing the bitter liquid, I moved back up to lay beside him, watching as he sighed happily, tucking himself back into his pants. Sitting up, I pulled the blankets up, cuddling into his side while he wrapped his arm around me and we were lulled to sleep by the sound of the television.

That was the first time I thought I could be in love with him, but I'd been too scared to even bring it up at that point. After all, Chris was a sophomore in high school, not even sixteen yet. He could easily just have been taking what was offered. But even with that potential scenario flying around in my mind, I didn't regret what had happened.