I know I'm supposed to be focused to translating the French Sebandler fic, but I really wanted to write this chapter.
The door opened slowly to reveal an old man who looked almost identically like Chandler. That is if you added 100 pounds of fat and muscle, a shaggy looking beard, a permanent scowl and was a big as a house.
"Who are you?" The man at the door growled, looking right at Sebastian.
Sebastian was silent for a while, taking in the man, his hand clutched onto the camera behind his back. The shock quickly went away when he realized that this was the man who had caused Chandler pain.
"Sebastian Smythe, Are you Mark Kiehl?" The brunet said, standing straight, shoulders squared, looking confident, which is what Sebastian did best.
"Yes, what are you doing with my son?" Mark answered, glaring daggers, but Sebastian didn't even flinch.
"I'm Chandler's boyfriend, and I would like to talk to you about something...well actually Chandler would." The Dalton boy said.
Sebastian turned to look at Chandler who looked like death. He was paler than a fresh sheet of printer paper, breathing hard, eyes as wide as saucers, he looked like he would pass out at any minute. Sebastian slipped an arm around the smaller boys waist to keep him up, squishing the camera between their waists, the recording light blinking dully.
"Never mind, I'll be asking questions." The brunet said through gritted teeth.
"What is this about?" The monster of a man asked, blocking the doorway.
"That's what I'd like to know." The brunet said, giving the older man a knowing look, "I met your son about a month ago, during the time I've known him I've noticed him acting weird, weirder than usual and then one day I find him with the biggest bruise on his face I've ever seen. So you tell me. What is this about?"
"He fell down the stairs, and as for the acting weird I'm just as confused as you are." Mark said obviously spilling out his go to lie.
"Mr. Kiehl, there is one thing I'm an expert at, and that's lying, I myself am a pretty good one. You sir, are lying through your teeth." Sebastian said, gripping Chandler's hip, his heart pounding in his chest.
There was an obvious change in Mark's mood, he was now steaming mad, his real nature being unraveled, by some snotty rich boy. instinctively Sebastian pushed Chandler behind him, not worrying about the camera being covered up, because something's are more important.
"Now are you ready to tell us the truth or do we need to put you in time out?" The Dalton boy hissed, immediately after saying that, both the teens realized that was the worst thing to say to an angry, grown man who was an abuser.
"Yeah, but he's not the only one I'm gonna hit." Mark growled, a fist slamming straight into Sebastian's face.
Chandler let out a frightened sound of some sort, jumping back as The giant teen fell like a tree that had just been chopped down. The smaller boy looked down at the damage, Sebastian's face was all covered in blood and his nose was most likely broken. The blond looked up to see the bull charging, now for him. Chandler stood frozen in fear, tears streaming down his face. Sebastian suddenly stood up, grabbing Mark by the collar, pushing him towards the door, trying to keep distance between Chandler and him.
Mark then grabbed the teen by the arms, kneeing the rich boy in the gut, Sebastian letting out a gargled grunt, still trying to hold his ground as a head collided with his which made him see stars, the world spinning around him and he could have sworn he heard someone scream as the whole world went black.
Sebastian jerked awake body covered in sweat, visions of Chandler getting beat, swirling in his head.
"Bas, Bas, Honey it's okay, I'm right here." A sweet voice above him cooed, filling him with reassurance.
At first Sebastian thought it was an angel until his vision cleared and saw a pair of blue eyes, that seemed to have tint of red in the white of his eyes, hidden behind amber colored glasses and messy blond hair, his hat nowhere to be seen. Sebastian reached a hand up to cup his face.
"Are you okay?" The brunet croaked out, his voice sounding like it had gone through a meat grinder.
"I should ask you that." The blond replied, smiling weakly, a tear dripping down his face, which Sebastian quickly whipped away.
"What happened?" The Dalton boy asked, noticing his head was being cradled, but something soft, and figured that it must be in Chandler's lap.
"Well, after you sorta passed out, I just kinda screamed, bloody murder I guess and a neighbor came out, saying he had seen everything and the police was coming, Dad got scared and tired to run, but the neighbor tackled him to the ground and then I just grabbed you and ran." Chandler explained, while playing with Sebastian's hair, who had closed his eyes as he listened to the story.
"Why didn't you stay?" Sebastian asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I got scared, although I probably should have stayed, I mean I stopped the bleeding from your nose, but I'm pretty sure it's broken, and I don't know about your ribs..." The blond admitted, looking ashamed.
"Hey, it's okay, we can just go now, the police are probably already here." Sebastian said, beginning to sit up, groaning at the pain in created, "Who was that neighbor anyway? They seemed hardcore."
"It think her name's Sue Sylvester or something like that." Chandler said, putting an arm around the taller one's waist, helping him walk.
They got back to the scene, police all over Chandler's front lawn, his Dad in handcuffs, a couple of police men talking to a tall blond lady with short hair, that looked like she could break down a wall with just a look. She pointed in their direction, some police coming over to the teens.
"Are you Chandler Kiehl." One of them asked, as he drew closer.
"yes..I mean yes." Chandler said, trying to find his voice again.
"Everything's going to be okay, we have an ambulance waiting for you and your...friend." The cop said, leaning over to look at Sebastian, trying to see how bad the damage was.
"Boyfriend." Sebastian clarified in a weak voice.
"Fine with me, my brother's gay." The officer explained, motioning for Chandler to hand over the injured boy, "My name's Cooper Anderson."
"Wait aren't you that actor?" Chandler inquired, confused.
"Yeah that didn't exactly work out." Cooper said, embarrassed.
Cooper then led the boys over to the ambulance that had been waiting for them. As it drove off, Chandler caught a glimpse of his father, and the sadness in his eyes.