Chapter seven

Chris felt an undeniable sense of dread as he walked into his class, "Late Mister Halliwell?" the teacher tutted.

"Sorry Mr. C, had family business."

Before his ass even touched the seat an announcement came over the speakers, "Would Chris Halliwell come to Dr. Mackay's office immediately."

"Off you go Christopher."

Sighing Chris slung his bag across his shoulder and walked out, that sense of dread growing larger as he neared the office.

Wyatt's POV…

I just spent three hours in the councilor's office listening to that stupid cow telling me I have a problem, as if I didn't know that much! Sighing, I realised I wasn't getting anywhere anytime soon so I got up after she went out; I heard the announcement, she was calling Chris to the office.

I grabbed my bag and dashed out of the office, a face to face where neither of us could orb out at the minute didn't look to be a good idea. As I stepped out of the area I saw Chris walking toward the office, he looked up at me and must have realised what I'd been talking about.

Mouth set in a grim line as he passed me he telepathically muttered, "Damn you Wyatt Halliwell. Damn you..."

With a bitter smile I replied, "Already damned little brother…crossed that bridge and moving on to the gates of Hell."

I heard a soft chuckle as the doctor's door was closed.

Chris' POV

I knew it I fucking knew it.