Chapter ten
Dear Christopher,
I don't know what I'm doing anymore, I hurt you and it kills me to know that. We've always been close and at this point I would give away all my powers if we could be the way we were again but it's not possible and you and I know that, don't we? You deserve people in your life that aren't going to hurt you.
I'm sick Chris. I know that and I'm going to get some help. I've asked Grandpa to organise me a counselor, 'Grandpa?' you ask? Well, if you go down to my room you'll see I'm not in there, my stuff isn't either. Grandpa has a room at the apartment I can use. I think we just need some time and space to sort out where our heads are at. We can't live under the same roof and be at peace at least not yet.
I haven't told him what happened between us and I don't really plan too, unless you decide to.
I don't know what I can say to make the pain go away. The damage I've done… I think it's best I stay at Grandpa's.
You and I Chris… I once stood beside you once and swore I'd protect you with my life. I hold to that…
In
all honesty I should have done this a long time ago kiddo. It would
have been best to protect both our innocences.
But as they say, hindsight is a wonderful thing.
Blessed be little brother.
Wyatt.
Chris raced out of his room and down to Wyatt's room, opening the door he skidded to a halt. It was empty. The sun was shining in through the half open curtains and it was like Wyatt had never been there. Like the past eighteen years never happened.
He slid down the wall and pulled his legs to his chest and began to sob.
His head jerked up when he felt a hand on his shoulder, looking up he came face to face with his youngest aunt.
"Hey Kiddo."
Chris smiled weakly, "Hey."
She slid down beside him, "Sooo…whaddya doing in here."
"Thinking." He replied.
"Bout anything in particular?" She asked, eyeing the paper in her nephew's hand.
"Nope." He replied, folding the paper up and getting up, "Better get going. Already late for school."
"Chris if you ever-"
He smiled, "Thanks."
Giving his Aunt one last smile he went into his room and pulled on his grey school pants, white shirt with his pre-prepared tie and his red and black blazer. Chris orbed to the bathrooms in the pool and walked into class bumping into his brother.
"Wyatt."
Wyatt didn't say anything and walked past him. Chris's eyes followed his brother down the hall until he felt someone slid their hand into his, "Hey Bianca."
He turned to face his girlfriend, "How are you Chris?"
"Seen better days." Chris said with a smile, "It's much better now you're here."
Bianca's gaze went down the hall to where Wyatt was standing talking to one of his mates, "I can't believe he has the nerve to even show his face."
"Bianca don't start!" Chris warned.
"Chris he does what he does to you and-"
"He moved out of the manor." Chris snapped.
Bianca's eyes opened wide, "He didn't…"
"He did. So please Bianca, not now." Chris let go of her hand and walked to English."
He slid into his seat, "Nice of you to join us today Mr. Halliwell."
"Yeah Mr. C. It's nice to be here." Chris smirked.
Class passed rather quickly, at the sound of the bell he grabbed his bag, "Yo Chris!" Chris turned around and walked toward DJ, "My man, how are you?"
"Fine Deej," Chris said with a small smile, "Why?"
"Well, you were rather quiet yesterday. Didn't laugh half as much as you usually do during KIBID, lets not forget all the puking."
"Well you sure as hell know how to make a guy feel better, don't you?"
"Chris what's been going on with you. And don't tell me nothing Halliwell because I know you. And I know that you're hiding something."
"Deej, please." Chris said, "Not now."
"Chris I worry about you."
Chris smiled warmly, "You shouldn't."
"But I do."
"Do you wanna go get something to drink?" he asked.
"It's 10:45 Kit, don't ya think it's a bit early?"
"Not in Australia it isn't."
"We'd still be underage Chris."
"Who cares?"
Three hours later…
Sitting in the dingy little nightclub in a small Australian town the two friends got completely hammered.
"So Chris," DJ asked, "What happened?"
"Wyatt r-raped me." Chris giggled, leaning against his best friend, "I fucked my brother."
(A/N: I know it's probably not as good as usual but hey? If you like it review it and tell me what you think!)
