AN: I have a feeling that EVERYONE is OOC... i think you all might hate me by the end of this! not my best chapter sorry!
2 weeks later.
The familiar crimson liquid trickled gently down his arm as he ran the knife over his flesh again and again. He had absolutely no borders this time, he didn't care WHAT happened anymore.
He carved into his flesh one more time, the feeling of familiarity soothing his as he took another swig of the tequila he had taken from the kitchen a few hours previously.
John hadn't even TRIED to get in touch with him.
Stupid asshole knew exactly where he lived and hadn't even attempted to see how he was.
It was all his fault. Chas never would have left, never would have ended up back here if John had of stopped him... saved him.
Goddamn exorcist wasn't even worth his time.
Taking another large swig Chas threw the knife across the room, gingerly rising to his feet he staggered into the living room.
His mom was there stoned up to her eyeballs on god knows what. This was ENOUGH! If he had to spend one more fucking day dealing with her shit he'd lose it.
"What is your problem? Can't you act like a normal mom and stay clean for one fucking day?" Chas said harshly staggering towards her, not even trying to hide his bloody arms.
"Don't talk to me like that"
"Why not? You walk all over me... You think it's okay to treat me like shit after getting high and expect me to give you a fucking hug"
The woman before him laughed rising to her feet.
"Oh Chas look at you! You think you've got it hard? You think your life is such a burden, what the hell do you think it's like for me? How do you think I feel? You pathetic little fuck why don't you try being me for a day! Huh? Try bringing up an ungrateful fucked up brat"
"YOU BITCH! The only reason I'm fucked up is because of you! You think you bought me up? NO! You dragged me up you... you fucking hoe! Look at you! Your a fucking prostitute! Getting high and bringing back the lowest scum you can find! YEAH 'cause that's exactly what a growing kid NEED'S from his MOTHER! You haven't got a clue what being a mother means you bitch! You know what my fuck up of a dad did the smart thing walking out on you, I can't believe he could bear you for as long as he did"
His mom's face changed, hurt flashed into her eyes before it turned into anger.
She was livid, he had finally crossed the line and now she was pissed.
Suddenly she was right on top of him, hitting him and screaming, cursing him and the pain he'd bought her, tears running down her face.
"GET OFF OF ME!" Chas screamed pushing her away.
"GET OUT! GET OUT AND NEVER COME OUT"
For a second he was stunned. He never expected in a million years that this would happen but he had heard her loud and clear.
Without so much as a backward glance he left the apartment very drunk and with nowhere to go.
For 10 minutes Chas wander aimlessly with no clue of where he was going.
He had nowhere to go.
He stumbled a little cursing when he bumped into a stranger and quickly muttered his apology before looking up.
Balthazar.
Balthazar laughed looking Chas over quickly before shaking his head.
"Oh you look so pitiful." He smirked laughing a little harder.
"I heard about your little 'situation' with John. Was he really that bad that you had to run away?" Balthazar teased laughing again.
"How very pathetic"
"Fuck you." Chas replied attempting to move past the demon.
"You're a nobody kid." He spat.
"Look at you! Look at the chaos your life has become because of one man! He doesn't even CARE about you, all you were was a little 'gratification"
Chas shook his head again trying to push past the man.
"You loved every minute of it though didn't you! You go on and on about being raped and how much it fucked up that pretty little head of yours, you blame your pathetic little malfunctions on it but secretly you loved ever minute of it, why else would you think those thoughts about John? Why else would you lust after a man twice your age? You're a dirty little whore." Balthazar spat inching closer towards the boy.
"No!" Chas sobed shaking his head while silent tears begin to fall down his face.
"You want to know what John was thinking when you told him you were raped? He was turned on little boy, he still can't get that image out of his head while he jerks off"
"NO!" Chas screamed.
"You're lying! No! Stop!" He pleaded shaking his head roughly as he backed away.
Balthazar smirked walking steadily towards the shaking boy.
Chas hit the hard wall his eyes suddenly wide as Balthazar raised his hand to the boys lips. Slowly he ran his fingers gently over Chas' lips.
"Shhh..." He soothed using his other hand to stroke the boys hair.
"No one will miss you. You can rest, have peace"
Chas shook his head knowing exactly what the half-breed was saying.
"You think I'm an idiot? Suicides go straight to hell you psychopath! Don't even try your bullshit mind games on me!" Chas said angrily pushing the half-breed away.
Balthazar smirked putting his fingers into his mouth and sucking.
"Mmm delicious." He grinned teasing the teenager.
"You bastard!" Chas screamed before lunging at the demon, his anger fuelled by the alcohol.
Of course it only took Balthazar a couple of seconds to overpower the scrawny boy and soon he was pressed face forward into a wall.
The situation was all too familiar to the drunken boy but he didn't break down. He hardly even felt worried just very VERY mad.
"Get your fucking hands off of me!" He hissed struggling all the more.
"Or what? Johnny boy isn't going to rescue you this time." Balthazar laughed manoeuvring his hand so that he was stroking Chas' crotch.
Now Chas was panicking the anger quickly draining from him, he was stone cold sober.
"You let this happen Chas. You practically invited me to do this..." Balthazar whispered into his ear.
And in an instant he realised Balthazar was right, he was still the same stupid pathetic kid as he was 2 years ago. He was still the worthless good for nothing kid... and in that instant he was crushed.
No one cared.
He was here in this alley and no one cared.
No one gave a toss about him and his fucked up mess of a life because no one was even aware he existed, no one even acknowledged him.
John... John could have helped him but he didn't want to know.
He was broken beyond repair.
All the hope, all the strength and determination... all gone.
He was just like every other broken wreak in LA.
Chas' self pity washed over Balthazar in waves and suddenly he was hard. The kid had been so easy to break.
The innocent and naive boy had been thrown away and now all that was left was this 'damaged' shell.
Balthazar grinned as he undid the kids pants, laughing at the small whimper that escaped those plump pink lips.
He was going to enjoy this.