Chapter eight…
Chris leant into the chair, "What's up?" he asked casually.
"Chris I've just had a lengthy discussion with your brother."
"Yeah?" he said raising an eyebrow, "'bout what?"
"Wyatt told me what he did to you over the weekend." She said delicately.
"Haven't got the faintest idea what you're talking about." Chris said as he stood up, "But I gotta get back to English."
"I know Wyatt raped you."
Chris' POV
"I know Wyatt raped you."
I stopped dead in my tracks, she knew everything, I could see it in her eyes. Sighing heavily I sat down, "What do you want?"
"Just to talk Chris. To let you know that it wasn't your fault; you're brother is sick."
I tried not to laugh, "I know that."
'So do you want to tell me about it?"
Was she some kind of pervert or something?
"I don't really want to talk about it…" I sighed, "I just wanna move on."
"Chris it pays to talk about these things."
"What if I don't want to?" I asked sarcastically, it was probably a little harsh, I know she was only trying to help me but I'll be damned if was going to start talking to a mortal doctor about my problems.
"Look, Dr. Mac Kay I really appreciate what you're trying to do here. Believe me I do. But I can't do this…"
Dr. Mac Kay's POV
So maybe I shouldn't have started with the words 'I know Wyatt raped you.' But I needed to keep Chris in the room, the boy needed to talk to someone, I could tell just by the pained look in his eyes.
Chris Halliwell was an amazing specimen, every little gesture spoke volumes to someone who knew what to look for. To others when he can seem cold and unemotional sometimes but you only need to look into those green orbs or see the little twitch in his right hand to know he's hurting.
"Alright Chris. We don't have to talk about it, we can talk about whatever you want or you can go back to class…it's your choice."
Chris looked at me, pain etched across his features, "If I tell you, you have to promise no one will find out. You can't tell my mum," he paused at the look on my face, "Please. It's important, I don't want her to worry anymore than she already is."
I nod, "Alright Chris."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Chris slid into the armchair and closed his eyes, his hair fell over his face as he pulled his legs to his chest, he looked at me through his hair, "Alright."
Third person POV
He cleared his throat and began his tale, " It all started with baking cookies, Mum had stepped out for a few minutes and I was supposed to go check on them when I smelt them upstairs.
The scent wafted under my door and I was hooked, I dropped my book and stood up and went to go out the door. The door flung open and there he stood looking really serious something, which on most occasions was not my brother.
"Hey Wy! Whaddya want?" I asked, not knowing at the time that, that question would change my life forever.
"You…" He said stepping through the door, "Always you." He pushed the door closed and I could hear the door lock. Instantly something told me that this was not good.
I was starting to panic as his advances backed me into the wall furthest from my door, it was as if the world was closing in and pushing him closer.
I looked into those crystal blue eyes and saw something that will haunt me for the rest of my life, Wyatt…my own brother…wanted me. And not in a good way." Chris was sobbing by now, the councilor got up and gave him a box of tissues, "Thanks."
"Do you want to continue?" Dr Mac Kay asked, laying a hand on his arm, Chris flinched, "You can come and see me another time maybe?"
Chris sniffled and nodded, "Thank you." He whispered climbing out of the armchair and walking to the door, from the doorway he looked at her, "Can I come back next week?"
She nodded, "I'll see you then, Come back sooner if you need me."
Chris smiled and closed the door behind him, walking toward the English room he suddenly changed his mind and dove into the toilets.
Ignoring the other boys he knelt down in front of the porcelain bowl and emptied the contents of his stomach.
"You alright Halliwell?" A voice came from behind him, Chris sat up and looked at the source of the voice and stared at the concerned face of his best friend DJ Morris.
"Yeah Deej, I'm fine."
DJ helped Chris up, "Are you sure? You don't look so good you wanna lift home? I have a free period…"
"Ah, yeah. Thanks man." Chris took his bag and the two friends walked out to DJ's car. The two teenagers rode silently until they reached the Halliwell Manor. Chris turned to DJ, "Thanks for the lift."
DJ put a hand on Chris shoulder, "Man, what's wrong?"
Chris gave him wry grin, "Nothing I can't handle."
"You know you can talk to me right?"
"For sure. We still going to see 'Kill it before it dies' at the Revival house? Later?"
"Yeah. We orbing or driving?"
Chris grinned broadly, "I'll orb."
DJ grinned, "See you at seven-thirty."
Zzzzzzzzzzzz
Chris walked into the manor, "Mum! You home?"
"Kitchen Peanut!"
Chris walked into the kitchen and grinned broadly at his mother, "Hey!"
"Hey honey, what are you doing home so early?"
"I was talking to doctor Mac Kay for a little while, DJ drove me home."
"What did you and Dr Mac Kay talk about?"
"I think you know." Chris said seriously for moment then with a raised eyebrow quipped, "Life, the Universe and Everything."
"I was hoping we could talk tonight sweetie…"
Chris' features softened, "Mum, DJ and I were going to see Kill It Before It Dies tonight remember?"
Piper nodded, "I just thought with everything that happened…"
"I'll talk to you when I get home later kay? I'm all talked out at the moment."
Piper smiled, "Alright Peanut. What time does the movie start?"
"Seven forty five. Figure I'll crash for a bit, try and get some sleep ya know?" He grinned, "Any lasagna?"
"Oh yeah, I just happened to make it between supervising the restaurant and running the club…"
"Speaking of the restaurant…"
"Chris honey, you're sixteen…" Piper paused, "I just don't know…"
"Mum! It's not like I want to run Charmed, not yet anyway…I'm just asking for a few hours in the kitchen."
Five hours later…
Chris orbed directly into his room, tugging off his shirt and kicking off his shoes he slid under the covers, there was a knock on his bedroom door, "Yeah?" he called.
The door opened and Wyatt was standing in the doorway, immediately Chris' eyes flashed with fear, hand raised he created a telekinetic barrier between Wyatt and his room.
"What do you want Wyatt?" he asked coldly.
"How was the movie?"
Chris closed his eyes and said, "Same as it's always been."
"Lil' bro?"
Chris opened his eyes, "What?"
"I'm sorry."
Chris looked sadly at his brother, "Goodnight Wyatt." The door slammed in Wyatt's face.
Wyatt leant his head against the door, he hadn't taken his powers from the athame yet, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Every time he thought about taking them back he saw the look of fear in Chris' eyes as he…took what he wanted.
He pressed his hand against the door, fingers trailing down the grain, he wanted things to change, he wanted them to be brothers again. He wanted his brother to be untainted, the way Christopher Halliwell was supposed to be, an angel.
But the Angel was gone now, and realisation hit Wyatt Halliwell like a tonne of bricks, he had destroyed the family's angel. He'd hurt his brother…and now they had to deal with the consequences.
He straightened himself up and walked to his room, sitting on the edge of his bed the eldest Halliwell put his head in his hands as loud sobs wracked his body.
Piper's POV
I could hear Wyatt sobbing…I wanted to go to him, to hold him and tell him that it would be okay. But I couldn't.
I couldn't even look at my eldest anymore, it hurt so much, looking into those blue eyes and knowing the pain he's caused his little brother, my little peanut…. Oh Wyatt, what did he do to make you fall. He trusted you…worshipped the ground you walked on and you betrayed him. Tainted him.
My perfect little angels weren't angels anymore.
I take a deep breath and steel myself, Wyatt's sobs are wrenching at my heart, closing my eyes and exhaling the deep breath I go into Wyatt's room.
Third person POV
Piper pushed the door open slowly and walked in, there, on the edge of his bed was a broken man. Her eldest son…the… Piper couldn't even think the word rapist.
She sat down beside her son and leant forward onto her knees, "Wy…"
Wyatt turned to look at his mother, "Mum…I've been thinking."
Piper forced herself to turn and look at him, "About what honey?"
"Chris."
"Wyatt…"
"No. Not like that. I mean, what's best for him. For all of us."
Piper was staring at him now, really staring at him, "Wyatt what is it?"
"I want to go live with Grandpa." Wyatt paused a moment and let it sink in, "Go away for a while you know? I think everyone needs some…space. I need to figure out what's going on inside me…I spoke to grandpa and he said if I come he can get me in touch with a councilor. And Chris can stay here…and try and deal."
Piper closed her eyes, "So you've pretty much organised this, huh?"
Wyatt nodded, "Yeah, if I leave my bike in the garage I can orb here then drive to school. I can finish out year twelve at Baker, that is…if Dr Mackay keeps what I told her confidential."
"What you told Dr Mackay?"
"About what I did."
"YOU TOLD THE SCHOOL COUNCILOR?"
Wyatt looked up at his mother, "I didn't have anyone else to talk to mother. What was I supposed to do?"
"Come to me."
"We tried that remember? I could handle the look of shock in her eyes…but yours…" Wyatt got up, "God mum! I'm a freak! I fucked my own brother! How could I do that…how could I hurt him like that?"
