Chapter 3
Wyatt sat in his room staring out his window, powerless. Completely powerless, Chris had gotten his best friend to take his powers… Chris needed time? Time? What was that?
He closed his eyes and prayed that this whole night was just a nightmare. But no amount of praying would change the fact that he was going to that really special place in hell.
Piper walked upstairs and knocked on her eldest son's door, "Wyatt? Can I come in?"
"Yeah mum, it's open."
She walked in and sat on a chair opposite Wyatt, "Hon, I was wondering if you knew what was wrong with Chris?"
Wyatt hung his head a little, "No."
"Wyatt you're not a good liar."
"GOD!" he yelled, "You wanna know what's wrong with him, news flash, ASK HIM!"
Piper slapped him across the face "don't you dare talk to me like that!"
"I'll do what I damn well want." Wyatt snorted, "Not like you can stop me."
Piper stared at her eldest son in disbelief, "What did you do Wyatt?" She asked, "What did you do to him?"
"I didn't do anything." He said stiffly, "What are you on about?"
Piper walked outside and slammed Wyatt's door behind her, Leo walked out of Chris' room at the same time letting out a loud sigh.
Piper looked at her husband, "Anything?"
"A lot of jumbled sentences, Chris' upset about something to do with Wyatt touching him?"
Chris' dream"No Wyatt! Please not again!" Chris begged sliding down the wall and hugging his legs to his chest, "No!"
Wyatt reached down and pulled him up, it was as though he'd lost all free will. The blonde haired man pushed him down on the bed and, while pining his hands over his head, kissed him.
Chris struggled, trying to get away, "No please!"
Looking around Wyatt found his school tie, pulling Chris' hand though the bed head he bound them tightly, "Just relax little one, it will be okay," He said with a smile, "Just don't scream and I won't hurt you."
Chris woke up to blackness, what the hell was happening to him? Chris wasn't sure if it had happened, Wyatt wouldn't do that. Chris thought to himself, my brother wouldn't rape me.
Somewhere deep down inside him replied, 'But he did.'
Chris shook the voice out of his head, he couldn't think like that. He wouldn't think like that.
He flicked on the light, and walked toward the window. Sitting down on the window seat again he pulled his legs under him and orbed his blue blanket to him. As he looked at the full round white orb in the sky, he whispered, "Why?"
Chris stared at a bright star to the left of the moon, he knew it was juvenile but he went and did it anyway.
"Starlight star bright
First star I see tonight
I wish I may I wish I might
Have this wish I wish tonight"
He closed his eyes and wished for peace.
The next morning Chris walked down the stairs, "Hey Mum." Chris grinned. He looked into her dark eyes that were red from crying.
"Mamma what's wrong?"
She hugged him tightly, "I'm sorry baby I should have been here."
"What's going on?"
Chris' POV
I knew what she was talking she was talking about. Honestly I did but I decided it would be easier if I just tried to forget last night.
The pain in her eyes was unbareable, I raised my hand and wiped some of her tears away with my thumb, "Mum, I'm fine okay. Nothing happened last night, it was just a dream. Just a dream."
I repeated that to myself in the hope I would be able to believe it.
"Mum?" Wyatt came down the stairs and I instantly shuddered, mum looked at me and I knew she could see.
Wyatt's POV
He was just standing there watching me, his green eyes studying me. I could see the pain and fear in his eyes and it just kills me to know that it was all my fault.
Chris smiled, "Hey Wyatt."
"Hey li'l bro."
It was as though nothing had changed, but everything was different. Chris' eyes said it all, he nodded curtly then walked away.
Chris picked up his backpack and headed out the door, he took a deep breath, he pulled his headphones on and began to jog toward the swimming pool. Paying the admission fee he ran into the change rooms, in his Speedo and towel, he shoved his bag in a coin operated locker then walked out. He put his towel on the bench and dived in the water.
Half an hour later Chris climbed out of the pool and someone handed him his towel, "Thanks." He looked up, "Bianca!" He grinned broadly.
Bianca could see the pain in his eyes, "Kit what happened-"
"It doesn't matter Bianca." He said stiffly as he dried off, "It's all good."
She kissed him lightly then stared at him, "You wouldn't have gotten me to strip his powers if it were nothing."
"How about we go for ice cream?" Chris asked changing the subject, "Fish, chips and ice cream?" He walked into the change rooms and five minutes later he came out dressed in a green linen shirt, a green zip jacket and navy jeans with dark green sneakers.
Chris and Bianca went to the nearest shop and got their lunch (Or in Chris' case, breakfast) and went to their spot.
"Are you really okay Chris?"
"I'm fine." He mumbled through a mouthful of chips looking down at the bench.
She cupped a hand under his chin, tilting it upwards she said, "Try lying to me with an empty mouth while looking at me."
Tears welled up in his eyes, "Don't make me tell." He begged, "I don't want to tell."
Chris closed his eyes as tears spilled down his cheeks, "Chris what happened?" she put a hand on his shoulder but he jerked away, "You can tell me baby. I won't tell anyone."
"He held me down. I tried to get away, really, really tried but he was too strong, I couldn't stop him. I told him no, I begged him to stop and he didn't. He just kept going, oh god Bianca! He said he wanted me! His own damn brother! He kissed me and-" Chris broke down and sobbed his heart out, "I couldn't stop him."
"Wyatt raped you?" Bianca choked out.
Chris nodded, "its all my fault…he wouldn't have touched me if I hadn't have wanted him to. Wyatt's good I know it!"
"Chris it was not your fault." She said slowly, "Trust me on that. Wyatt was wrong to do that. I can see why you got me to take his powers. You needed to be able to get away."
"I had a dream, or what felt more like a nightmarish premonition. I'm not sure if it was a premonition, but he did it again. I just, I couldn't handle it." He sobbed, soaking the shoulder of her blue shirt.
Chris sat up again as if nothing had even happened, "Ice cream?"
"Chris don't you wanna talk about it?"
"Not really Bianca, no."
"Chris it's not healthy to keep things bottled up."
"LOOK I DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT ANYMORE PLEASE!" He shouted startling other people in the park, "can we just go get ice cream?"
She nodded, "Okay baby, it's alright."
Chris took Bianca's hand and they walked to the ice cream shop. Then they walked to a private place and Chris orbed them to the top of the Golden Gate Bridge where they sat in silence and ate their ice cream.
"Thank you for listening B."
She slipped her hand into his, "Do you think you'll be okay?"
"I don't think I can stay in the house with him." Chris said icily, "I can lie to mum and the others but I can't lie to myself. I might go stay with one of the Aunts or with Grandpa."
"You could just come over to my place?" She said with a slight smile.
"No I'm not ready for that, not after last night."
"It's okay Chris, we can talk-"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Chris"
"No!" He snapped, "I don't want you to breathe a word of this. NOT ONE FUCKING WORD!"
"Chris you're hurting me, let go."
He looked at his hand and saw he was applying that much pressure to her arm his knuckles were white. Pulling his hand away he looked at her in shock, "God B, I… I didn't even realise."
"It's okay Chris." She held her arm out and with a smirk said, "Nothing a little wouldn't fix though."
"Right." He said absentmindedly, he held his shaking hand over her arm and watched as the healing glow washed over her arm and the bruises disappeared, "I'm sorry baby. Really, really sorry."
She kissed his forehead, "It's okay. I'll swing by the manor later and see how you're doing."
"Love you." Chris said as he orbed away.
Bianca's POV
"Love you." Chris said as he orbed away.
I just sank down on the crossbeam, I needed to be strong for Chris, I had to be but those words were just echoing inside my head, I couldn't believe Wyatt would do that to Chris, I just felt so disgusted even thinking about it.
"He held me down. I tried to get away, really, really tried but he was too strong, I couldn't stop him. I told him no, I begged him to stop and he didn't. He just kept going, oh god Bianca! He said he wanted me! His own damn brother! He kissed me and-" Chris broke down and sobbed his heart out, "I couldn't stop him."
I was so much more used to seeing Chris strong, but now he was just like a broken shell. Which in my opinion was completely unnerving.
Ever since we were all little kids, despite the fact Chris was a little shy, among friends he was always the brave one, the cocky one, the happy go lucky one, the one whom it seemed nothing could touch.
But someone had touched him.
She flamed right into his bedroom, grabbed him by the arm then flamed them to the Underworld.
"Bianca what's going on?"
"Don't you give me that Wyatt Halliwell!" She shouted, "I know what you did to him!"
"Bianca it was an accident."
"You just fell on him huh?"
"Bianca…"
"No Wyatt! Please not again!" Chris begged sliding down the wall and hugging his legs to his chest, "No!"
Wyatt reached down and pulled him up, it was as though he'd lost all free will. The blonde haired man pushed him down on the bed and, while pinning his hands over his head, kissed him.
Chris struggled, trying to get away, "No please!"
Looking around Wyatt found his school tie, pulling Chris' hand though the bed head he bound them tightly, "Just relax little one, it will be okay," He said with a smile, "Just don't scream and I won't hurt you."
Chris curled up on the corner if his bed, "Dear god why the hell is this happening to me?"
He heard a knock on his door, "Hey kiddo, it's Aunt Paige can I come in?"
"Not really in the mood Aunt P."
She started to open the door and Chris telekinetically pushed it shut again, Paige changed her mind, "Okay hon, we'll talk later okay?"
"Yeah."
Seconds later Paige orbed into his room, the first thing she took in was his disheveled state, "What's wrong kiddo?"
"I'm fine," Chris said icily, "just had a nightmare okay?"
"If I believed you yeah."
He looked up through his hair, "Auntie P?"
"Yeah Chris?"
"Can I stay at your house tonight?" his voice sounded so fragile, "Please?"
"I'll talk to your mum and we'll see."
Chris, overcome with a sudden bout of nausea ran to the bathroom and started to be sick. He needed a shower, he really needed one. Slowly he got off his knees and locked the bathroom door.
He turned the taps on as hot as he could handle then stepped in clothes and all, slowly he began to pull each layer of clothing off until they were a sopping wet pile in the laundry. He let the hot water rush over him then began to scrub in the hopes he could get clean.
Half an hour later Chris kissed his mother goodbye, "Mum, if Bianca comes over can you tell her I've gone to Aunt Paige's."
She nodded, "Love you baby."
Chris wrapped his arms around her and whispered, "I love you so much mum." Then orbed out.
When Chris was gone she sat down in the dining room and dissolved into tears, something was wrong and she had no idea how to fix it.
Chris dumped his stuff in his usual room at his aunt's and sank down on the bed, it was as though a huge weight had lifted off his shoulders because he knew, he knew Wyatt couldn't get here without having to walk.
Chris smiled, he was free for a while. Then the tears came, he tried to hold them back but it was impossible. He felt so dirty, he'd scrubbed and scrubbed but to no avail because he still felt disgusting.
"Chris?" It was his aunt.
He looked up as she walked in then as she sat down he wrapped his arms around her and cried into her shoulder, "What happened kiddo?"
That nausea sunk in again and he bolted for the bathroom and dry heaved, when it stopped he stuck his fingers down his throat and made it happen until there was nothing left inside him to come out.
Chris pressed his back against the wall and let the tears flow, "Chris honey what's wrong?"
"I, I , I can't…" he sobbed, "Twice…twice! What did I do to deserve that?"
"Deserve what Chris?" Paige asked, "what happened?"
"He was just to strong, I begged him to stop. I told him no and he kept going. He held me down and touched me. Auntie Paige why did he do it to me? Why did…"
"Was it Wyatt?" She asked gently, "Did Wyatt rape you?'
Chris scrambled away with a look of horror on his face, "It was just a nightmare." He hissed, "It was just a really nasty nightmare! He didn't…"
"Chris you can tell me." She said gently.
"NO!" He screamed, "There's nothing to talk about."
"C-"
"GOD DAMN IT PAIGE I SAID NO!"
He felt a strong pair of arms wrap around him and he began to struggle, "Chris, Shhh it's only me. I'm not going to hurt you baby, just calm down and I'll let you go."
Chris slumped in Bianca's arms, slowly he turned around and hugged her, she looked over his shoulder to his Aunt, "Come on baby, how about we go get you into bed and you get some rest okay?"
He nodded slowly and walked out without looking back at his startled Aunt, "I scared her didn't I?" He asked as he climbed under the covers.
"Yeah baby, you really did."
"She's gotta know I'm sorry, that I didn't mean to ye-" Chris was cut off by Bianca sprinkling some sleep dust over his face. She dropped a fond kiss on his brow.
"Sleep tight baby."
