Chapter 12

Chris's Point of View

I slowly walk back down the hall towards the living room. As I open the door, Phil is groggily rubbing his eyes. His head turns in my direction.

"What the fuck do you want?"

I jump at his sudden outburst as I look around, making sure he's really talking to me before turning back to him. "I need to talk to Paul, where is he?"

Instead of answering me, he pushes me out of the room and slams the door in my face, causing me to stumble back a couple of feet as I look at the door in shock and confusion. I have a feeling something happened other than what Paul did to him last night, and I'm not leaving this house until I get to the bottom of it.

I walk back to the door and turn the knob, slowly walking into the room as I look for Phil.

I hear someone crying from behind the sofa, and I walk in to see Phil resting his back against it, his body tensing up as he looks up and sees me walking towards him.

"Phil, what happened?"

I know damn well what happened to him, but I have a sneaking feeling that Paul gave him a different story.

"You know very well what the fuck happened, Paul told me everything you did you sick fuck."

I feel my eyes grow wide at his statement and my body freezes in its place as Jarrod gets off the bed and walks towards the bathroom. I quickly pull myself together and manage to grab his arm just as he's about to walk into the small room and he tries to push me away, but I tighten my grip.

"What did he tell you?"

"He told me everything. How you drugged me and used me as your fucking toy. I'm not fucking stupid Jericho, everyone knows that you'll do whatever it takes to get what you want. You don't think people talk? You've fucked half the guys out there; I can only imagine how many of them don't even realise it yet."

They wake up with a bad headache and a sore ass, and you give them some lame ass story of how they got totally smashed and fell on their ass one too many times. I've heard it plenty of times."

I'm so fucking speechless right now; I can't believe that bastard put everything on me. I open my mouth to try and defend myself, but nothing comes out as he walks into the bathroom and closes the door.



"You should have just left Ken alone at the bar last night, but you had to interfere where you didn't belong."

I turn quickly as Paul slams the bathroom door closed, a grin gracing his face as he walks towards me.

"What the fuck is your problem? You did all of this shit because I dicked your man?"

"No one turns me down and then goes off and fucks you, that's an insult of the worse kind."

I walk to the side as he walks towards me, and we walk in small circles as I try to keep as much space between us as possible, realising he's capable of just about anything.

"You don't think Phil will find out that you're the one that fucked him last night? Do I really need to show him proof of what really happened?"

"You mean this?"

My eyes widen as he pulls the tape from last night out of his jacket and holds it up, laughing as he throws it against the wall and causes it to shatter into thousands of small pieces. He pulls another tape out of his jacket and shows me the label that reads 'Chris's room' before throwing it against the wall as well.

"Don't fucking threaten me. If you think you know me at all, you're sadly mistaken. Now I suggest you leave as soon as possible, I have a friend that needs comforting."

He walks past me and into the bathroom, leaving me stunned as I look at the shattered tapes on the floor.

I walk out of the house in a daze as I call a cab and wait for him in the driveway, giving him the address to my house as he pulls up and I get in.

I try to sort things out in my head as we turn onto my side, and I feel the blood in my veins run cold as I see the cop cars in front of my house, and the policemen walking in and out of the front door with some of my possessions in their hands.

"Wait, I need you to take me somewhere else."

The cab driver turns and looks at me as I keep my eyes on my house, and I tell the driver to turn around and drive me a couple of blocks away.

He reluctantly does what I tell him, and as he drops me off a few blocks from my house, I give him the money plus a fifty-dollar tip as I start running in the direction of the hotel.

I almost jump out of my skin as my cell phone rings and I pull it out of my pocket, quickly answering it when Jason's name flashes on the caller id.



"Chris, where are you?"

He doesn't even give me a chance to say anything as I hear his rushed voice on the phone, like he's running as he talks. I sit down in the chair next to me and try to calm myself and think of what to tell Jay, but nothing comes to mind as I sit there like and idiot, not even letting Jay know I'm on the phone.

"Chris..."

Without really thinking, I push the 'end' button on the phone and dial Paul's number, getting angry as he picks up laughing.

"This isn't fucking funny Paul. What the hell are the cops doing at my house? What did you tell them?"

"Chris, I only told them the truth of what you did to Phil. They have their own proof, so you might as well give yourself up."

"What the fuck did I ever do to you Paul? It has to be something more than just fucking Ken, this game has gone too far into your head."

I hear him laugh loudly into the phone as I back up until my back hits the wall and I slide down until my ass hits the floor.

"You should really pay attention more often Jericho. This whole game is about you. Not the points, not the money... just you."