A.N.: This chapter is dedicated to charmed4eva1990 for being the first to review to the last chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters that will be mentioned here.

Summary: "On the bright side, he's only one. He's not going to remember it." One birthday party leads into another, which leads into his family missing everything. Now that he's sixteen, Chris is feeling the pain…and letting it out the only way he can.

Charmed4eva1990: I'm sorry for taking so long, I've had writers' block.

zoned-out: Chris will talk, I haven't decided when yet. Mel became Chris's friend on orders from the elders, but then found out that he was a really nice guy. And you're right, Mel is telepathic…and some other things.

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maliaphire: The story will get a little happier, but I don't like writing stories with happy endings. And they're horrible to Chris because that's the way they've always been. It's really hard to change your opinion about someone when you've had it your entire life.

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Forgotten Birthdays

Pain Like No Other

(Chris's POV)

I ran. I could hear Mel yelling after me, but she betrayed me in the worst way possible. She was only pretending, the entire time! She never really wanted to be my friend. And Prue! The one adult that could talk to me like a reasonable person. I really thought they both cared about me. It's about time for me to admit it to myself, no one has ever really cared about me, ever.

I ran into the Manor and down to my room in the basement. I fell on my bed and waited. They would be here soon. And sure enough, they were.

"Chris!" Mel was sobbing. I could here her on the top of the stairs. "I'm so sorry. I wanted to tell you, but they wouldn't let me. And it's not like that. You are my friend. My only friend.

"Mel? Why are you yelling?" Piper asked. She paused threateningly before she said, "Did he do something to you?"

"No, no Mrs. H. He didn't do anything." Mel whispered before opening my door slowly and peeking down. I'm not allowed to have a lock on the door here. It's not all that fun being able to have people come down every second of the day not even caring that you're sleeping. "Chris?"

I was thinking about her betrayal as well as Prue's. Mel started sobbing louder at that. "I didn't betray you Chris, and neither did Prue. We both care about you and don't want to see you hurt."

She slowly started waking down the stairs. I had let Mel decorate it a few years ago, so the walls are covered in pictures of the two of us. Piper and Wyatt were walking down with her. I can tell by the sound of their steps. After living under them for years, you learn their step patterns. Piper's was normally soft, but stern. Wyatt's were normally fast paced and hurried. "If Chris didn't do anything, why are you crying Mel?"

Wyatt answered, "Mel's a witch."

I wouldn't look at her. I couldn't, it hurt too much. She whispered, "The Elders sent for me one day eight years ago and told me to come to San Francisco and befriend a lonely witch and half whitelighter who was being abused by his family. I didn't want to, I mean, I was eight years old and had friends of my own where I was. Then Prue came to me, she told me that Chris was her nephew and he needed me. She told me about his childhood. About how his parents practically starved him, and left him to die when he was attacked by a demon. She told me that he hadn't spoken a word since his sixth birthday and his own mother had given him a power-stripping potion. I couldn't let him live like that. So I came here. And I did what I came to do. I befriended Chris. It was decided that we wouldn't tell him I was a witch. Especially one that was telepathic and could read his thoughts. But after a while, I found out that Chris was an awesome person. I couldn't see how anyone would do that to him. The Elders told me that he was old enough now and I could go back to Los Angeles, but I told them to shove it, I had to stay." She sat down beside me on the bed and stroked my hair with her hand. "I love you, Chris. You're the best person in the world."

I pushed her off my bed and turned my back to her. If she was telepathic, she should be able to understand what I was telling her.

Wyatt said, "So, wait a second. The Elders sent you here because he was being abused? He was never being abused." He looked at Piper and saw the stubbornness in her posture. His eyes widened and he said, "You've been doing it all on purpose. Why Mom, why would you do this?"

Piper said, "It doesn't matter now does it?"

Mel suddenly yelled at her. She yelled like I've never heard before, and I'd known her for eight years now. That's a lot of knowing there. I mean, I've had to deal with her PMSing and picking out bras and everything a girl friend was supposed to do. "Yes it does matter. You don't even know your son! Do you even know that he hates you for everything you've done to him? Do you know that he hasn't spoken a word since he called out for you that day he was attacked by a demon and you left him there to die? Do you know that he wants to be a doctor when he grows up? Do you even know what his favorite color is or his favorite type of music? Of course you don't. Because Wyatt is your son! Chris is just the boy who came out of your body last! And if you wanted to know, his favorite color is green and his favorite music is classic rock."

Piper said, "Wyatt is the Twice-Blessed One, I don't need a son who's not."

Mel gave Piper her evil-eye and said, "If a Twice-Blessed One is someone who was born from a witch and a whitelighter, then wouldn't Chris be Twice-Blessed too, you know, because he has the same parents as Wyatt?"

Piper was silent. It was kind of funny actually. I had told Mel about that a few years ago. She had been dying to throw it in her face since. I guess now was the perfect opportunity.

Mel was silent after that, actually her silence was the most surprising thing in the room. I could understand Piper and Wyatt, but Mel would be trying to convince me to forgive her right about now. "Prue, I need you." I should have known she was going to do that.

She orbed down instantly, like she always does. "What's wrong?"

"It's Chris. Wyatt found out I was a witch and said it in front of him…" Mel was panicked. I guess the longer I had those thoughts in my head, the more afraid she was getting. Of course, she wasn't going to mention any of them. She wouldn't dare. Piper would surely kill me.

"Oh, sweetie. I'm sorry, it was the Elders who never wanted us to say anything. And Mel is your friend, not because she has to be, but because she cares about you."

I looked into Mel's eyes and gave her the message. "He says that you're a liar and just like them." She paused, "He says that we treated him like they did and for that, the both of us mean absolutely nothing to him."

I sat up in my bed and looked each of them in the eyes before I got up and walked up the stairs. I had no intention of coming back, ever. And they weren't going to find me. If they did, they were going to find out what happens when you cross the unspoken.

A.N.: So…I know I haven't updated in a while, but I did now. I hope you liked the chapter. I thought it was pretty good. Very dramatic. And I can't wait to write more, I should start now…