Well, thank you to those who have reviewed, and as promised today here is a new chapter :D

Boarding School Hell

The rest of the night went without hiccup, well apart from Caitlin trying to find out little things about Bianca. Neither of the two teens, nor Parker, Jackson and Peyton would say anything about her. Jackson and Peyton used the excuse of never meeting her tonight, and Parker just said he stayed out of his brother's business at the moment, but Wyatt and Chris just avoided it by telling her she had know reason to know. After a while the 16-year-old gave up, so Chris sat on a chair and drank a beer, his mind stuck on what he had done. Just because Wyatt had said he did not mind and he was not pissed, did not mean that it was all right. Nothing stayed a secret in this family, and if Wyatt's aunts, uncles and parents found out about this, especially Piper, he would be out of the house straight away.

"You wanna get back home?" Wyatt asked, crouching down in front of Chris, who was now slumped in a chair onto his third bottle since he had gotten back into the house. The Perry just ignored him and continued drinking. He reached into his pocket to get his cigarettes and then realised he had smoked nearly the whole packet tonight, that definitely had something to do with Bianca being here. He took his last cigarette out and lit it up. Wyatt sighed deeply, realising Chris was in a sense of self-hate for what he had done, and no matter what Wyatt would say that would not change, "C'mon Chris, we'll go home."

"Stay Wy," Chris shook his head, his words starting to slur, "You haven't seen your buddies since you got back so now's your chance." But the 17-year-old disagreed and took his lover's hand.

"You're more important than my buddies," He simply stated and stood up, pulling Chris up with him. Once Chris was on his feet, he stumbled forward, but Wyatt caught him, "Oh, this is gonna be good. Both of us are drunk here." Wyatt sighed and took the bottle of beer from Chris, taking a swig, half hoping it would help, and then put it on the coffee table before leading Chris towards the door.

"You want some help there?" Parker asked, laughing at his older brother, Jackson and Peyton for once no where in sight around him.

"I'll be fine," Wyatt shook his head, "You stay here and remember…protection, please?"

"You got any?" Parker bit his lip. Wyatt looked at him with a roll of the eyes and shook his head, but then thought, "I think I may still actually have one in my wallet, hang on," He let go of Chris, who put his hand on the wall to steady himself, while he continued to smoke. Wyatt took out his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans and checked it, "You're in luck," the 17-year-old stated, handing his brother the condom from his wallet since he had not been using one for the past three months, and then put his wallet back in his pocket, "Just be careful ok?"

"Course I will," Parker nodded his head, "Have fun getting him home. Are you sure you don't want me to help you get him home, I can always come back."

"I'll be fine, trust me." Wyatt stated and left the house with Chris, one of Chris' arms around his neck as they walked down the street. Luckily, Wyatt's house was only three blocks away, not too far for them to stumble home.

Although half an hour later, Wyatt wished he had taken his brother's offer of help, the amount of times Chris had fallen over and the stops they made when Chris got the urge to kiss Wyatt. This was going to be one long night and not just if Chris got his own horny way.

The next morning, Chris woke up with a massive headache. He dared not to open his eyes, the light in the room would just make his headache worse, but then the thought of why he had drank so much in the end of last night came back to him, Bianca…The thought of hitting her gave him a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, but that sickly feeling turned into a feeling that he was definitely going to be sick. He made his way out of the room, in a pair of sweats and into the bathroom. As soon as the door was shut, he emptied the contents of his stomach, barely making it to the sink, let alone the toilet. He looked at his face in the mirror, it was pale and clammy, great it was going to be so obvious at how he was feeling. He just wish he knew exactly what Bianca had told Wyatt last night, but then it could not have been too bad otherwise Wyatt would not have been so understanding to Chris, and Wyatt really was understand, considering what he had done.

The Perry made his way back to Wyatt's room, all he wanted to do was close his eyes, go back to sleep and not have to face anybody for the rest of the day, wallow in self-pity for being such a jackass. On his way to the room, however, he heard somebody behind him, and turned around to see Parker sneaking in.

"Damn, I didn't think anybody would be up," Parker said, looking at his watch to check the time and then at Chris frowning face, "It's five am, what are you doing up?"

"What are you doing just getting in?" Chris asked, with a slight smirk playing on his face, "Get laid?" the 18-year-old just rolled his green eyes at the smile Parker had on his face and started to make his way back to Wyatt's room, holding his head.

"How you feeling?"

"Like crap," Chris replied, putting his hand on the door handle and looking at Parker who was smiling at him, his room door now open and jacket coming off, "How are you?"

"Fine, didn't drink that much," Parker nodded his head, "How's the back of your hand?" Chris just sighed and looked at his right hand, frowning deep in though, "Don't worry about it. Me and Jackson don't blame you for hitting her, and to be honest I don't think Peyton does either, even though she won't admit it, she's too much of a femanist." The Perry sighed and smiled weakly at the 16-year-old's attempt to cheer him up.

"I'm gonna go back to bed and sleep this hangover off." Chris smiled and walked back into the room, tiptoeing to the bed, climbing into it with his sweats still on.

"What are you wearing?" Wyatt moaned, almost in his sleep, as he rolled over and stroked Chris.

"Not right now, Wy…" Chris moaned, grabbing his lover's hand gently and closing his eyes.

"Headache?" Wyatt asked, with a smirk, still with his eyes closed, "It serves you right if you do, you should learn not to drink so much."

"I was pissed off, can you blame me."

"What were you pissed off at?" Wyatt asked, "The girl that caused the problems got out of your life."

Wyatt was right, she had said she was out of his life for good, but could he really believe that. Although, one thing was for sure, he had never heard her say that before.

"I was pissed at myself," Chris replied with a sigh, just wanting to go back to sleep, "Is that allowed?"

"I suppose." Wyatt was the one now to sigh in response. The two teens laid there for a while longer until Chris broke the silence.

"Parker's just got back." He said with a smirk, then heard Wyatt groan.

"He better have used that condom I gave him."

"You had a condom?" Chris laughed, "Any reason why?"

"In case this was just a phase," Wyatt sighed truthfully but adding a bit of humour to it and hoped Chris could sense the humour, "But now I know it's not, I let him have it. Can't have anymore girls getting pregnant by us Halliwell boys now, can I? One's enough."

Chris laughed and that was the last thing he remembered until he heard knocking at the door.

Chris groaned and rolled over, without opening his eyes, searching to Wyatt but was only grabbing air and bed. He opened one eye, trying not to make the still pounding headache worse, to find he was not there. The knocking at the door came again, but Chris was in no mood to be polite.

"Yeah?" He called out, looking at the door with his one eye that was open. He saw Piper stood at the door for you.

"Oh, sweetie there's a phone call for you." The mother of three smiled sweetly.

"A phone call?" Chris asked fully confused. Who would be calling him here? Nobody, except for the school, knew the number for here, but why would the school be calling here for him in the middle of the holidays?

"A lawyer," Piper answered, "Something to do with your grandfather's will."

Will? Chris thought to himself, there was a will? This was the first thing Chris had heard about a will so immediately thought it was Wyatt asking his mother to play a practical joke on him.

"Do you want me to take a number and you can call him back?" Piper asked, she had heard about Bianca turning up the party from her eldest son, and found out Chris was not the best after they had argued, although she did not know about him getting violent, even Wyatt knew that would not be the best thing to tell her.

Chris looked at Piper again, confused at the whole situation, "Is this for real?"

"Yeah, sweetie," Piper nodded, "He said his name was Mr Turner, ring any bells?" Chris shook his head but sat up. He still had his sweats on so climbed out of the bed and walked to the door, deciding to take the call now, since he would never be able to get back to sleep with this running through his head.

Once he was in the kitchen, he saw the phone off the hook so maybe it was all true. The Perry picked up the phone and sat at the table with it, glancing at Wyatt suspiciously while the 17-year-old sat and drank his coffee.

"Hello?"

"Oh, hello," a male's voice said over the telephone, "Am I speaking to Christopher Perry?"

"Yes…" Chris answered.

"Oh good, I called your school and they gave me this number, I hope you don't mind me intruding on New Years Eve," Chris heard the man's voice, "My name's Cole Turner, I was your grandfather's lawyer. I helped him with his will. I've just received word that he passed away in September, is that correct."

"Yes it is." Chris replied, maybe it was not a prank, plus Wyatt would not pull a prank this far, only enough to get him out of bed, but he doubted he would go so low to be something to do with his grandfather, unless he was getting him back for what he had done last night.

"I'm extremely sorry to hear that," Cole replied, "I have it here in his will that you are the sole beneficiary. I was wondering if you could come down to my office sometime after the New Year to go over everything."

"Erm…of course I can," Chris replied, looked up at Wyatt who was frowning slightly, "When would you like me to come around?" If Wyatt had not heard from his mother that it was a lawyer, he would have automatically thought it was something to do with Bianca, but then why would Chris had been so nice to her, and how would she have gotten Wyatt's home telephone number.

"Is the 3rd January ok?" Cole asked, "At 11am?"

"3rd January, 11am," Chris repeated and then nodded his head, thinking of what day that was, even though he knew he had nothing else planned, but he needed to make a mental note until he could write it down, "That's fine. Where's your office?" The Chris realised he needed pen and paper, which just so happened Piper had got that ready for him and put it on the table in front of him. She was just as eager to find out what it was all about.

"Molton House, High Street. It's office 32B," the lawyer stated, "And that's Cole Turner." As Chris wrote the information down, he thanked the lawyer and hung up the call, putting the date and time next to the address so he would remember.

"What was all that?" Wyatt asked, slightly confused at the whole thing.

"Something to do with my grandfather's will," Chris stated, staring at the sheet of paper, "This lawyer wants to meet and discuss it, something about me being the sole beneficiary…Come with me?"

"Course I will?" Wyatt took another drink from his coffee and was about to get the confused Chris some, until he saw Piper put a mug of it in front of him.

"Are you ok, sweetie?" Piper asked, sitting down. She knew the look on Chris' face was more than a hangover and it had something to do with the telephone conversation.

"Yeah," Chris nodded, "I'm just trying to think what my grandpa could have had that he would have put in a will. With me being the only one in the apartment with him, I pretty much sold everything since I wasn't exactly going to be able to live in the place. My grandpa didn't have anything."

Later that day, Wyatt and Chris were alone in the house while Piper did her grocery shopping, taking Matthew with her, Leo was having a boys day out with the sisters' three husbands as they did every new year as long as the three of them did not have to work, after all a policeman, doctor and parole officer sometimes had to work on these days, Coop was not so bad with only being an 'office boy' as the other three liked to put it, and Parker was still in bed, sleeping the night's activities off.

Wyatt had decided to put on a movie, and curl up on the sofa with his brunette lover but Chris' mind was elsewhere rather than on the movie. Bianca, the lawyer, the will, everything was running through his head and he could not focus on just one thing. Sighing loudly, as he closed his eyes resting on Wyatt's firm chest, he felt Wyatt kiss the top of his head.

"Chris?"

"Mmm…?" Chris could only reply, as he felt himself falling asleep.

"There was something that Bianca said to me last night," Chris' eyes shot open, it was just a good job Wyatt could not see them, "Something that I know she's probably lying about but I need to hear it from you. She said you two had been sleeping together, that since you had gotten back from school, you kept meeting up in secret and were sleeping with each other."

Chris sat up, completely confused, that girl really knew how to exaggerate the truth. He shook his head.

"You know I didn't see her until a week ago, right?"

"That's what I thought," Wyatt nodded, "I was just checking. She also said that you two didn't go and see her mom at all, you only went round to sleep with her, that you had no intention on seeing her mom." Well, he added the last part to make Bianca sound bad if it was not true. He coudl exagrate the truth a little, right?

"I told you, we were arguing that day," Chris replied, "How else would I have got the engagement ring from her? No, I didn't end up going to the hospital, Bianca drove me that mad that I just left and came straight back here. But I had every intention of going there and taking her there if she hadn't have been so loopy." The Halliwell nodded his head, happy with the answer. As Chris put his head back on the blonde's chest, Wyatt sighed and kissed his chocolate locks again.

"Good, because I don't know what I'd do if you ever cheat on me," The Perry bit the corner of his mouth and closed his eyes, feeling horrid for what had really happened with Bianca that day he was at her house, "Can I ask you something else? What got you so worked up last night? I've never seen you that pissed off, even when we've been arguing."

"She just knows what buttons to press to get me pissed off," Chris stated, "She always has done, and knows that going on about my folks does it. Just saying that about my grandpa was the last straw."

"I thought so," Wyatt answered, "You seemed so calm before it all. Well, you were shouting at her, but before she said that I couldn't have seen you hit her. You know I don't hate you for it."

"I know, you've told me," Chris said, "It's more of what my mom, dad and grandpa think of me now. They would have knocked me to kingdom come if they were there."

"I wish I could have met them."

"They'd have loved you," Chris smiled, "Well, once they got over the initial shock of me being gay," Wyatt smiled at that comment, "And I know you'd have got on really well with them. They weren't much different from your mom and dad."

The Halliwell stroked his lover's arm gently as his eyes remained on the screen, but his mind was no longer on the movie.

"Chris? How did it they die?"

"Car crash, I told you…"

"Yeah, but…" Wyatt stopped for a minute, wondering whether he should ask this, wondering whether Chris really wanted to talk about it, "How did it happen?"

"I don't know, I wasn't there," Chris sighed, plucking up the courage to talk about it to someone new for the first time in three years, "I just know what my grandpa told me."

"What did he tell you?"

"They were driving along one night, coming back from a dinner or something," Chris sat up and looked into his lover's blue eyes, he needed comfort as he told him this, feeling that bringing it up would make it hurt again, "They were at a junction and some drunk driver ran a red light and smashed into the car and then smashed it into the back of another car. They were sandwiched in between, nothing could be done. The mortician doesn't even think they felt any pain, that it was all so instant, they wouldn't have had the time to react to what was happening. I'm kind of glad in that way, I don't know what I would have done if either of them had to suffer. If it had happened now I think I'd have coped with a bit better, but at 14 and it was the first death I had to deal with, I went completely crazy. I was put in a foster home for the summer until my grandpa proved he could provide for me."

"Wow," Wyatt's eyes grew wide, "I'm so sorry. I honestly don't know if I'd have lived through something like that. My mom and dad still mean the world to me."

"I wouldn't have done if it wasn't for my grandpa and Bianca's mom," Chris shook his head, "Both of them helped me so much. Bianca's mom more than anyone. My grandpa was there for me, but not emotionally for the first few months, after that he was great. I think I'd have topped myself if I had to stay in a foster home."

"And there I thought I had it bad with what I saw when I was four," Wyatt laughed at himself, "I can't believe how you got through it and you're still this great gut who's so loving and can still let someone in. God knows, I wouldn't blame you if you closed off to anybody, never let anyone get so close that it would almost kill you again to lose them."

Chris looked away, tears forming in his eyes, but strangely not at the thought of his parents, but at Wyatt's words.

"I didn't think I would," Chris admitted, "It took me ages to trust Bianca enough to let her in, and I was terrified when I found myself falling for you, I just never openly admitted it."

"You were terrified of falling for me?"

"Yeah," Chris nodded, "I'd just got out of one serious relationship and I found myself getting into another, one that I knew could seriously break me if it ended. I have no doubt anymore that if I lost you now I wouldn't be able to live."

"Don't say that," Wyatt shook his head and kissed Chris' forehead, "You'll never lose me." Chris looked at him with a weak smile, thinking other things if Wyatt ever found out the truth, but he had to stop thinking about that now. Bianca was out of his life and she was the only person that could let the cat out of the bag, and she had done but Wyatt did not believe her, thank God.

"You know," Chris said, "It should be you that doesn't trust anybody. After what your dad did."

"No," the 17-year-old shook his head, "I just vowed never to do that to someone I loved."

"What did he do, exactly?" Chris asked, "Because I know he didn't just hit her, you've already admitted that to me," but Wyatt seemed reluctant to answer, "I told you the worst thing that happened in my life, and you were there for the second one when my grandpa died." Wyatt nodded and agreed to tell him.

"Ok, I was in my mom's closet…actually trying on her shoes…" the Halliwell said the last bit almost to himself, his mind trailing off to wonder why he was so surprised at himself when he realised he was gay after remembering that little fact. He looked at Chris, who seemed to have a smile on his face at the thought of Wyatt trying on Piper's shoes, "Anyway, I'd shut the closet door, I didn't want my mom or dad to find out what I was doing, my mom would have gone ballistic, shoes were always her thing, still are…"

"Wy, you're straying."

"Ok," Wyatt nodded, "So, I hear shouting coming from outside my parent's room, my mom and dad, arguing as usual. I can't remember what it was over, but I just know it was getting extremely heated and my dad slapped her across the face. I was totally shocked, I'd never seen this happen before. He never laid a finger on me or Parker, so I didn't have a clue what she had done to deserve that. Anyway, she slapped him back, that was whenI could tell that wasn't the first time he had hit her,and then he grabbed her neck and pinned her up against the wall, shouting at her. She was fighting so hard to get him off her, but she was just so weak compared to him. Finally, when I thought he was going to kill her, he threw her on the bed and climbed on top of her and forced himself on her…"

"He raped her?" Wyatt just nodded his head, causing Chris to frown, "So that's another reason why you hate people saying you're using someone for sex. Wy, why didn't you say anything to me?"

"I didn't really want to remember it all, I didn't know at the time whether I could just you with my deepest, darkest secret," Wyatt answered, hoping Chris would not be too offended at that, "Anyway, I won't go into at details about that, I don't want to think about that…Afterwards he just climbed up and acted like nothing happened. I remember what he said to her afterwards, his words are so clear. He said, 'now get up you whore', but she wasn't. He was so hypocritical, he forced himself on her, not the other way around, she was an innocent party. After he had left, she laid there crying. My heart broke for her, but I was so scared to come out of the closet to comfort her. Not of her but of my dad, if he realised I was there. I didn't know what he'd do to me if he found out. I watched her cry for a good hour, at least I think so…I didn't have much concept of town then. After she cried until she could cry no more, she called my Aunt Prue, and cried everything to her. She should have got out then, because after that day I saw her with bruises on her arms and neck, and finally realised what they were all from."

"But why didn't your aunt do anything?"

"She couldn't," Wyatt shook his head, "Piper begged her not to say anything to anyone else, but Prue finally broke and told Andy and Leo. Leo was friends with my mom and Aunt Prue though high school, so she knew she could trust him, and they convinced her to finally have the guts to kick Jack out. If not for her safety, for mine and Parker's. I still never told her I saw what happened, well she knows I saw him hit her around, Parker saw two, but she never knew I watched him rape her. My Aunt Phoebe and Paige know, but only because they asked me if he'd ever touched me in anyway and I finally broke and needed to tell someone, oh and Patty now knows but I guess you've realised I tell Patty everything. I just never got how someone could do that to someone they love, but then after what I did the other night…"

"Yeah but you stopped yourself," Chris pointed out, "That's the difference. If you hadn't, I'd have been out of here, I'll tell you now, but you did. You stopped yourself by yourself."

Wyatt nodded his head and pulled Chris to him and hugged him. The two boys sat through the rest of the movie in silence, content with what they had shared with each other.

Ok, a special thanks to Briandkrause for helping me with a way to bring Cole into the story. He won't be around for long, but at least he makes a show.

Also, I think this is where I will leave it for the two weeks, since I think the two have gotten closer, even though Chris hasn't said anything about Bianca and lied to Wyatt about it all, but both of them have opened their hearts out. And on a plus note there's no cliffy.

Have a good two weeks everybody and I'll have an update as soon as I'm back since the next chapter is actually almost written.

xxx