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Chapter Three

Chris was still stuck on punishment duty at the club. True to her word Piper had made Chris work off his suspension from school by helping at P3 and cleaning the house. Today was his last day as he went back to school tomorrow, something he wasn't looking forward to.

When he got suspended everyone thought that he had overacted to what Tommy had said. But there was more to it than that. Tommy has been making his life a misery for months and the crack about his dad was the final straw and before he could stop himself he lashed out. That only made things worse. Tommy and his mates must have followed him to the club yesterday because when he went out to dump some trash into the dumpster in the ally behind, they jumped him. He had been tempted to use his powers against Tommy, sending him flying across the ally, but he knew that would risk exposure, so he hadn't fought back. If it hadn't been for his dad turning up he was sure he was about to get his head kicked in.

He couldn't understand why his dad had turned up, he hadn't called for him, and when he did he hardly ever showed up. So why then? Whatever the reason Chris was grateful for it.

He really didn't want to go back to school tomorrow, as much as he hated being grounded and made to help out at the club, it was better than school. Better than facing Tommy again. The thought made Chris sick to his stomach. It was sad really, he faced demons everyday, helped stop all kinds of evil, yet he couldn't defend himself against a school bully.

He couldn't understand why Tommy hated him so much. He hadn't done anything wrong. Until he pushed him too far Chris had tried to stay out of the guy's way. It wasn't like he had a lot of enemies; it was just that he didn't really have many friends. Being a teenage witch could sometimes be a real pain in the ass. He didn't have anyone to share his biggest secret with. And it wasn't as if he could take anyone home, because it was more than likely that a demon would shimmer in and attack. How was he going to explain that? "Oh that was just a demon, you see they really exist, as do witches, I'm one, as is my mom and aunts, oh yeah and my dad's an angel who died in the second world war," He'd be shipped off to the closest asylum and he knew it.

It was times like this that he wished that Wyatt was still around. He always wondered what it would have been like growing up with his big brother. Would they get on? He hoped so. Would they look a like? No probably not. Chris had seen pictures of Wyatt as a baby. He had his fathers colouring, blonde hair and blue eyes, while Chris looked more like his mother, he had her brown hair and facial features. Chris bet that if Wyatt were still around that Tommy wouldn't be picking on him. He could imagine his brother beating him up for bullying Chris. He could picture him, his brother, his mom and dad all together. Doing the silly little things that most families take for granted, like going grocery shopping, sitting around at the dinner table, and taking a family holiday. The thought of building sandcastles with his brother, and playing catch with his father made him smile sadly, because this was something that would never happen.

"Hey buddy," His aunt Paige's voice pulled him back from his thoughts. "Is your mom around?"

"Yeah, she's out the back in the office,"

"Thanks. I bet you can't wait for parole from this place," Paige joked "Bet school's looking more appealing by the minute huh?"

"No!" Chris answered sharper than he meant to.

"Is everything ok Chris?" Paige asked concerned.

Auntie Paige always had a way of sensing when Chris was upset or hiding something. She said it was a gift, to Chris however it was justa hindrance.

"Yeah," Chris sighed "Just thinking,"

"About?"

"Wyatt,"

"Oh,"

"Yeah," Chris added "Auntie Paige do you think dad would love me anymore if Wyatt was around?"

"Oh honey," Paige sighed wrapping her arm around Chris' shoulder "Your dad does love you. It's just since your brother well he's be in a dark place,"

"I'll never live up to the memory of him will I?" Chris asked sadly

"We wouldn't want you to Chris. You are a different person to him. We wouldn't want you to be anyone but yourself," Paige said hugging him "We love you for you. We love you just as much as we loved, love Wyatt,"

"Thanks auntie Paige," Chris answered smiling.

"Your welcome honey," Paige said letting him go "I'm off to talk to your mother,"

"About anything important?"

"Oh you know, Demons, Warlocks," Paige answered turning back to him with a grin "Same old, same old!"

"Yeah," Chris answered quietly after Paige had left "Me too tomorrow, back to school, back to being alone and terrorised. Same old, same old!" Chris sighed turning his attention back the tables.