Chapter 8
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The car pulled up to Behind the Sheets, where Chandler had told Sebastian he would be. The blond could be seen outside the music store surrounded by an even amount of girls and boys a bright smile blossomed on Chandler face when he spied Sebastian in his car and told his friends he had to leave. Before the blond left one of his friends said something that sounded like, "Good job" as he looked Sebastian's way.
"How was Warbler practice?" the shorter one asked, getting into the car.
"Good, but you absolutely come now." The Dalton boy said looking a bit irritated.
"Why's that?" Chandler asked putting his seat belt on as they drove off.
"Well, the Warblers kind of found out that I have a boyfriend, so they forced me to sing a song for you in our big Dalton concert next Friday." Sebastian explained, a little embarrassed.
"Ooh, what song?" Blue eye's asked, leaning over closer to the driver's side.
"I guess you're just going to have to come to find out." The brunet teased, winking at him.
Chandler laughed swatting Sebastian's arm playful.
Suddenly the car was strangely quite only the soft whisper of the radio could be heard.
"What's wrong?" The brunet asked concerned, "You're unusually quite."
"I'm gonna do it tonight." Chandler said looking straight forward.
"Pardon me?" Green eye's asked almost swerving.
"Tonight I'm going to confront my father." The smaller teen clarified still focused forward.
Sebastian stopped the car abruptly both boys slamming into their seat belts, some cars behind them honking in anger.
"PARDON ME?" The Dalton boy asked much louder now.
"Bas there are people behind you!" Chandler exclaimed as he looked back at the people flipping them the bird.
Reluctantly Sebastian continued driving, sulking in his seat.
"Like I said, I'm going to confront my father tonight and before you interrupt me telling me I have no plan, I do." The blond informed him, rifling through his school bag and pulling out a flip cam, "I'm going to video tape him and send it to the police, hopefully then we can start pulling ourselves out of this mess my mom and I have fallen into."
"Video tape what? Him beating you!" Sebastian asked outraged, "No, never you're staying at my house until you find a safe way to confront him."
"Of course I'm not going to record him beating me! I'm not suicidal, I'm going to video tape him admitting everything he's ever done." Chandler reassured the boy next to him.
"And how are you going to do that?" The brunet asked still thinking this idea was crazy beyond belief.
"My powers of persuasion." The blond said a smug smile on his face.
"What powers?" Sebastian asked chuckling under his breath.
"Oh, you know them very well." Chandler purred raising a eyebrow.
The Dalton boy smiled devilishly, placing a hand on Chandler's knee, sliding it up his thigh.
"We're not talking about yours." The blond muttered blushing profoundly.
Sebastian chuckled, moving over a little bit to place a kiss on the smaller boy's cheek.
Later that night the same car was parked in front of a house that Sebastian had never seen before, but Chandler had seen one too many times. The two teens sat in the darkness of the car, blue eyes trained on the house they were outside of. The blond trembled slightly, he knew exactly what was on the other side of that door. A large hand moved to grab the trembling one in the other seat.
"Honey, we don't have to do this if you don't want to." Sebastian said, using his thumb to stroke the other's hand.
"No, I have to." Chandler told him, looking right into the stable green eyes of the boy next to him.
Sebastian gave Chandler's hand one last reassuring squeeze before they both got out of the car.
"Here, you'll be the one to record it." The blond squeaked, handing the camera over to the taller teen.
Sebastian took the camera, using his free hand to intertwine with Chandler's. They walked up to the door, Chandler's breathing getting audioably louder. The brunet gave the boy next to him one last 'are sure you okay?' look before the blond nodded, a small shaky fist rising up, inches away from the wooden door. Finally Chandler knocked on the door, it was soft, but still able to be heard.
The door opened slowly...
