Chapter four
"Want some?"
Paige handed Bianca a cup of coffee to Bianca, which she gratefully accepted, "Thanks Paige."
"What's going on Bianca? What's the matter with Chris?"
"Chris…well…um… I can't tell you. I promised Chris I wouldn't say anything."
"I'm just going to be blunt B, we've known each other for years and I want you to tell me did Wyatt touch Chris?"
"How do you mean?" She asked, looking down at her cup.
"Sexually."
She ran her finger around the lip of the cup, her face flushing with embarrassment, she hated discussing this sort of stuff with her mother let alone her boyfriend's Aunt.
"Bianca I know you may feel that it's a betrayal of Chris' trust but we're worried about him. His mother is scared that Chris might end up doing something stupid because something is wrong."
Bianca stared at Paige then after a brief moment she nodded slowly, the look of horror that spread over her face was unnerving, "I promised Chris that I wouldn't tell anyone. He was so scared and angry." She looked at her arm, "He told me everything on the bridge, when I told him he should talk to someone else he screamed at me, he'd had his hand on my arm when he'd started yelling and then when he finished his fingers were digging into my arm. He actually had to heal me."
"Woah…" was all Paige could say.
"Wyatt had the gall to say it was a fucking accident." Bianca snorted, " Couldn't believe it, him sticking his dick in his little brother was an accident!"
Paige pulled Bianca into a hug, both women were crying, "I have to tell Piper."
Bianca pulled back, "No you can't tell her! He'd be pissed that you know but his mum!"
It was pitch black; he could feel the rain falling. Each raindrop was cutting him like a knife. Each gust of wind was screaming at him, 'Monster…he's your brother. You held him down and raped him!"
A figure stepped out of the darkness in an almost blinding white light it was Chris.
"You're a monster Wyatt. I looked up to you, my brother, and my best friend. YOU RAPED ME!" Chris' hand flew out knocking Wyatt off his feet and into a wall he didn't know was there, "I trusted you more than anyone in the entire world and you destroyed me! Rapist, monster bastard!" Chris' voice was dripping with disgust, "I hate you Wyatt Matthew Halliwell!"
Wyatt bolted upright; he could taste the vomit in the back of his throat and ran for the bathroom, knocking Piper off her feet.
The Charmed one could hear her eldest son vomiting, "Wyatt?"
The Twice Blessed was kneeling over the toilet in a singlet and sleep pants, Wyatt reached up and flushed the toilet, wiping his mouth he pressed himself against the wall, tears streaming down his cheeks, Piper went to hug her son but he pulled away.
"Don't."
"Honey what's wrong?"
Wyatt put his head between his legs; "I'm a monster." He whispered.
"No you're not sweetie."
"You don't know what I did."
"It doesn't matter what you did Wyatt. I'll always love you."
"Chris…I…r-" The blonde broke into sobs.
"What about Chris?"
Wyatt scrambled to his feet, arms wrapped around him tight, "I hurt him Mum, I hurt him in a way I can never repair."
Piper's heart leapt to her throat, "What do you mean you hurt him?"
Piper could see the look of disgust on Wyatt's face as he slowly backed away, "I held him down," He spluttered, "I touched him."
He could see the horror on his mother's face, "See! I told you!"
Wyatt ran out to his room, shut the door behind him and dove under the covers leaving Piper Halliwell to try and come to terms with what Wyatt was insinuating. She had no idea how long she'd sat there but when Leo walked in she couldn't cry anymore.
"Piper honey what's wrong?"
"Wyatt," she choked out, "raped Chris."
"What? No!"
Leo pulled Piper into a hug and rocked his wife back and forward in an effort to soothe her, "It'll be okay…"
"How can you say that?" Piper shrieked, "Wyatt raped Chris! Raped him! His own little brother!"
Piper got up and pushed past Leo stalking to her son's room, "WYATT HALLIWELL I WANT TO TALK TO YOU!"
She pushed the door open and saw Wyatt with a gun to his head and red eyes with tears streaming down his cheeks; "Wyatt put the gun down." Leo said gently.
Wyatt shook his head in the negative, "No, it's the only way. The only way Chris can be safe." He cocked the gun.
"Wyatt no!" Piper pleaded, "Just give me the gun."
"I'm sorry."
"Wyatt I swear if you don't put that gun down I'll resurrect your sorry ass and blow it up myself!"
Everyone turned and looked at a red eyed Chris.
Advancing on his brother he said, "You sorry selfish son of a bitch! You think killing yourself is going to stop this? Wyatt you raped me, yeah it hurt but how the fuck do you think you topping yourself will do to me? To this family?"
"I…I can't."
"Oh the hell you can't! You just don't want to Wyatt and the fact that you are that selfish makes me sooo angry." Chris snapped, "Give me the damn gun!"
Wyatt relented and put the gun in Chris' outstretched hand.
Chris' POV
It would have been so easy, he just gave me the gun. Placed it in there so trustingly, I could have easily just pointed it at him and shot him.
But I didn't…I don't know if it was my pacifist side or just the fact that he's my brother but I couldn't bring myself to do it. It wasn't in me, I handed the gun to my Aunt Paige and collapsed into Bianca's arms as Mum and Dad raced to Wyatt's side.
I stared at the gun Paige put on the floor and started to pull it toward me using my telekinesis, then I stopped when it was a few inches away from my foot.
"You okay Baby?" Bianca whispered.
I nodded slowly and said, "You can go to him babe, I just wanna sit here for a bit."
She got up from behind me and walked to the crowd, I finished pulling the gun to my hand then I just picked it up and held it. Examining it from all angles I raised it as if to shoot, I contemplated turning it on myself and I damn well think I might've if I hadn't felt the pain it would have caused.
Chris sat leaning against the wall breathing heavily, "I can't do this." He whispered.
A little louder he repeated himself, "I can't do this!"
Everyone turned around, "What?"
"I can't do this! I can't, I can't I just can't damn well sit here pretending like I don't care anymore!"
He scrambled to his feet and stared at his brother, "You're an arrogant bastard Wyatt, you do something so dark, so disgusting and you want forgiveness. You want forgiveness for something you know damn well that you're going to burn in hell for and you think that putting a gun to your head and threatening to pull the trigger makes everything better?"
Chris took a deep breath and continued, "You have the gall to damn well say that you were doing it to help me? You're just a fucking coward."
He turned his back on them and stormed out, telekinetically slamming the door behind him.
Wyatt's POV
He scrambled to his feet and stared at his brother, "You're an arrogant bastard Wyatt, you do something so dark, so disgusting and you want forgiveness. You want forgiveness for something you know damn well that you're going to burn in hell for and you think that putting a gun to your head and threatening to pull the trigger makes everything better?"
Chris took a deep breath and continued, "You have the gall to damn well say that you were doing it to help me? You're just a fucking coward."
As he stormed out it hit me I was a coward. The oh so special Mr. High and mighty Twice Blessed witch was a coward.
I had to talk to him, I needed to talk to him for both our sakes.
Everyone just stood there staring at me so I got up and bolted past them, opening then closing my door behind me. I was sure even if I didn't have my powers the magic lock would work, kneeling at the key hole I whispered, "Lock." Which prevented any orbing, flaming, shimmering or any other method of transportation in and out of my room.
Gathering my wits I walked across to Chris' room, the door was open, "Sit on the chair." Came Chris' icy voice.
The chair was a good three meters away from the bed, after the last two days I don't blame him for it.
"What is it Wyatt?" He asked as I sat down, suddenly I could feel a telekinetic hold on me, making sure that I couldn't get up.
"I just though maybe you wanted to yell at me a little further. Or something else?"
After a long moment Chris lifted his head and stared at me, "Why? Why did you do it?"
I shook my head, "I don't know what happened. I just…I lost control."
"Twice Wyatt, why did you do it twice?"
"Again, I don't know. I was so mad that you had told Bianca, I was originally going to come in and yell at you, and I didn't plan on doing that to you again but it happened."
Chris' hands were balling into fists, I could see the angry fire burning behind those green eyes then suddenly I was flying through the air and crashing into a nearby wall and Chris was above me.
"I hate you!" He shouted punching me in the face, "I hate you! I hate you! I hate you I hate you I hate you!" he just kept punching me.
"Damn you Wyatt!" He screamed I just lay there and let him take his frustrations out. It was the only way he'd begin to heal.
I was vaguely aware of shouting and then Chris' presence being moved away from me as blackness swept over me.
Leo's POV
We could hear a crash from Chris' room then him shouting at what we assumed was Wyatt. Piper had had enough of waiting to see if we could open the magic lock on Wyatt's door she pushed everyone back, raised her hands and blew it into pieces.
Running to Chris' room we saw him atop Wyatt throwing punch after punch into his older brother, I ran to him and wrapping my arms around him I helped him up and guided him back to his bed, his whole body was shaking and he was panting in exertion.
"Chris can you hear me?"
Chris after a few moments Chris nodded slowly. His eyes were trained on where Wyatt was sprawled unconscious on the floor, "I didn't mean to hit him that hard or to keep hitting him."
He leant against my shoulder, "I was just so angry I couldn't stop myself. I wanted him to know. I wanted him to know how I felt, I wanted him to pay for being such an ass, for hurting me the way he did. I wanted him to feel pain! Pain at my hands so he might understand how much it hurt to be assaulted by my own brother."
