Chapter 2

The dark haired witch woke cold later in the night, he stretched his arms and legs out then he was suddenly hit with a burst of fear. He looked toward the door and saw Chris standing there, "Can we talk?"

Warily Chris nodded and motioned for Wyatt to enter the attic. Chris smiled softly at his older brother, "Sit down Wyatt."

"Chris I wanna say that I'm sorry."

"And that fixes things how?" Chris snapped.

"I would give anything to change what happened! I just couldn't stop myself." Tears spilled down Wyatt's cheeks, "I know I'm an ass, I can't change it though. I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't cut it anymore." He orbed out without letting his elder brother say another word.

Moments later the dark haired teen appeared on the bridge. He spread his arms wide and let the cold wind spread over him. Suddenly his father orbed in beside him.

"Chris?"

"Hey dad, whassup?"

"Your mother wanted me to come find you."

"Oh, she okay?"

"She's worried about you Chris."

He turned to face his father, "She shouldn't be dad…" his voice broke and he rushed into Leo's arms, the Elder could feel hot tears seeping through his shirt, "Daddy." He mumbled, "It hurts Daddy." Was what Leo could understand of Chris' mumbling.

"I got BB to take Wyatt's powers. I just I needed to know I could get away from him."

"Chris what would you need to get away from Wyatt for?"

Chris slumped in his arms and they sat down together, "It was my fault." Chris said as he looked at his hands, "It had to have been, Wyatt wouldn't do that if I hadn't asked for it. He wouldn't have touched me…if I hadn't wanted it right?"

Leo's POV

Chris slumped into my arms and we sat down together.

"It was my fault." Chris said as he looked at his hands, "It had to have been, Wyatt wouldn't do that if I hadn't asked for it. He wouldn't have touched me…if I hadn't wanted it right?"

"What did Wyatt do to you?" I asked, although I had a vauge feeling of what he meant…

"Daddy I can't…"

"Chris it's okay. You're allowed to tell me."

He couldn't tell his dad, he believed in his brother, he loved Wyatt. They all did. He could not even tell himself what had happened.

"He raped you, you moron Halliwell! Wyatt raped you. He held you down and touched you." His inner voice screamed at him.

"It's nothing Dad." He smiled weakly he wiped the tears away, "I'm okay, I guessed it was just a dream." He smiled warmly and touched Leo's arm, "Thanks for listening Dad."

Chris' POV

I couldn't tell dad, I couldn't voice the words Wyatt had hurt me. He'd held me down and hurt me. Of all the people to do something horrible to me…I never thought it would be him.

Actually, that's wrong…I expected Wyatt to do something…to hurt me but nothing like this…

Not like this…

I took Dad's hand and we orbed home, landing in the kitchen I went to the fridge."

"Don't you think it's a little late for fridge dwelling?" It was Mum.

I turned slowly, milk bottle in hand, "Hungry." I mumbled shoving a left over pizza slice into my mouth, "Bed in a minute."

"I made up your bed Chris." Mum smiled, "Maybe you can get some sleep."

I smiled weakly, "Thanks mum. I appriciate it." Although I had no clue how I'd get an ounce of sleep.

Chris slowly walked up the stairs, as he touched his door handle he froze. Shaking his head he twisted the knob and walked in, "Despite what happened this is still your room. Nothing can change that."

He saw an athame and a note sitting on his bed, walking over he picked the note up.

Chris,

I thought it would be better if you held on to this. Wyatt's magic is contained in here so just be careful.

I don't know what's going on or what Wyatt was doing in the underworld but I am worried about you. Maybe it's just my imagination but I know something is wrong; otherwise you wouldn't have asked me to take his powers(No easy task I might add…)

I think we need to talk but I'll leave that up to you okay? I'm here if you need me. And Chris…

Please remember whatever it is you don't have to go through it alone.

You're my best friend and I'll always be here.

Love always

Bianca.

He hadn't realised it but there were tears streaming down his cheeks, he picked up the athame was tempted to destroy it and never, ever let mister oh so special Twice Blessed get his powers back.

But he wasn't that vindictive…he just needed time.

He pulled out his magic box and opened it placing the dagger he prayed that he would be able to make it through this.

His room was something special, that's how he thought of it anyway. It's previous occupants were his Aunt Paige and his Aunt Prue.

His Aunt Prue was the strongest witch in the family aside from his mother and now, more than ever, he needed that strength.