Chapter 10

"You were jealous." Phoebe said, as she looked the older Chris.

"Huh?"

"I can feel your emotions from your younger shelf." Phoebe explained. "You were jealous whoever this guy she had fallen in love with."

"So?"

"Were you in love with her?"

Chris opened his mouth but before he could respond, they were sent to another memory.

"Where are we now?" Paige whined as she looked around the room. The dark blue colored walls and the posters of movies revealed that they are in a male's room. They gaped at the sight of a fourteen-year-old Chris walking in his room with a bandage wrapped around his chest.

"You didn't answer my question, Chris." Phoebe reminded him.

"That's because I don't want to answer it, Phoebe."

The teenage Chris grabbed his shirt and tried to put it on but he was having trouble due to the bandage. "Probably recovering from another demon attack." Adult Chris said.

Someone knocked on the door and Angelica's head popped in. Her eyes noticed her best friend's chest and bandage and sighed when she saw he was having trouble. "Let me help you," she said.

"No thanks." Chris muffled, his head was stuck in the t-shirt.

"Would you rather have Pandora up here? Or Alex?" Angelica asked.

Chris sighed, "Just hurry up."

Angelica gently pulled the shirt down, "Why didn't Wyatt heal you? Unless you didn't tell him about what happened to you."

"He can't heal me every time I get hurt. I can take care of myself." Chris said and his head popped out from his shirt.

Angelica backed away and looked around the room. It was messy just like any other fourteen year old's room. However, she noticed the newspapers on the floor with lists of potions and there was different color of crystals too. "You can't save everyone, Chris." She whispered but he heard her. He didn't want to acknowledge it but he knew his best friend. "Melinda is worried about you."

"I know."

"Then why do you keep putting yourself in danger?" Angelica yelled as she turned around to face him. "You are not spending enough time with your family and friends."

"I will have enough time when –"

"When you what?" Angelica yelled, interrupting him. "When all the demons in the Underworld are gone? Chris that is never going to happen. That's why there are so many of us out there."

"Melinda will understand." Chris said as he grabbed a couple of potions and put them in his side pockets of his jeans.

"Oh yeah, Melinda will understand." Angelica said. "Just like you understood why your dad was never around in your life."

"I am not like him." Chris growled at her. His emerald green eyes darkened in front of her.

"Yes you are. You are just like your father except that you aren't an Elder." Angelica stated. She knew she was crossing into a dangerous territory and the consequences of her words will hurt him. But she needed her best friend back to the world of the living.

"I'm half Elder." He reminded her.

But she ignored him.

"It's bad enough that Melinda doesn't remember much of her mom and dad but she needs to remember you!" Angelica continued. "You are her big brother. She has everyone else – me, Alex, Wyatt…. but what about you? Soon, you will miss her games and the family weekends. Then – maybe, you will miss her birthdays or forget about it altogether."

"I will never do that to her."

"Funny. I'm sure that's what your dad has said too." Angie remarked.

"Ouch. Sounds like a low blow to me." Paige whispered to her sisters.

"You are like him, every spit of him."

Angelica's eyes widen realizing what she had just said. She hadn't really meant to say those exact words. The words in her mind spilled out of her overly provoked mouth before she even knew what was happening, the results sure to be catastrophic.

Chris advanced at her like a wildfire. Angelica barely had time to breathe, let alone block his attack as his hands collided with her shoulders and shoved her roughly into the wall, pinning her there. He was so close to her, she could feel his breath on her as he panted, catching his breath. She forgotten how tall he was, but he bends down so he can face her.

"How dare –you…" He growled in a most deadly tone of voice it gave Angelica a shudder.

It even gave the sisters and Leo goosebumps. They have never heard him talk like that unless they have counted when he used his powers on the demons that were about to kill Piper.

"How dare you say that I am like him?"

His grip was painfully tight; one hand dangerously close to her throat, the other holding her wrists to the wall.

Angelica looked up and saw the bitterness in his eyes. She remembered the days when Leo would never show up to his soccer games or plays or birthdays. Chris hated his father for never being there for him. He grew being bitter and feeling ashamed that he was bitter about his own brother being with their father. It was always Wyatt that his father sought out.

"You will be like him if you keep doing this to yourself." Angelica whimpered.

"Why do you care so much?" Chris asked at her.

"Because."

"Because what?" Chris's grip came tighter. "Because I'm your best friend?"

"Because I'm in love with you!" Angelica screamed.

Everything became quiet. Everyone was speechless except for Wyatt and Chris. Younger Chris stared at Angelica in silence, his eyes widen, and he never thought that to be the answer. And there was another problem. What was his response?

"Why?" He whispered still in shock.

"Do you really need to ask me that?"

Chris gulped. "I'm sorry. But you shouldn't love me." He responded. Angelica felt her heart stop. It was like there was not enough oxygen in the air, even though she was outside. Her throat hurt with every breath she tried to suck in. Her lungs seemed to burn and refused to function.

"Let me go." Angelica whispered and surprisingly, Chris did.

Chris stood where he was as he heard his best friend ran out of the room and out of the house. He saw her stop running when she was at her front yard. She collapsed on her knees on the ground. Angelica's heart shattered. She didn't care if she couldn't breathe. She hoped she would die now. The pain was too great for her heart to bear. Finally, the tears began to drip from her eyes down to her cheek and she cried. Chris turned around but froze as a cold feeling ran up and down his spine. Her scream pierced his soul.

"I'm sorry." Chris repeated but no one could hear him. He finally he decided to orb down to his death.

A/N: How was that? So sorry that it was short.