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9 – Open Your Heart

"Hey, Phil! Get out here!"

John Cena's voice is hiding the fear that's within him as Randy starts licking the ice cream cone in his hands, John and Randy are currently into John's shed, as Phil walks in, the shy boy walking inside, Phil has never and doesn't say much. Phil goes to therapy a lot and talks to dolls more but they've learned to cope with Phil's abnormality as Phil walks towards John, 'yeah?"

"Is anyone in the house?"

"Adam is there, Betsy, Aaron, Jace, 'Phil tries to think, '…I don't remember anyone else. Why are you two in here?"

"I don't know!" Randy says, licking and biting through the cone in his hand, droplets of creamy vanilla falls onto the floor as Randy crosses his legs, biting through the cold ice cream and letting it rush down his throat, the cold venom spiking him as Randy looks up at John as he finishes his cone. "Why are we here?"

"'Cause I wanted to tell you something, Randy."

'How can you tell someone that they're dying?'

John lingers in thought, trying to think of a way but failing before even starting as Phil is about to walk out of the room but a sound stops them all from moving out as a masked female walks inside of the shed with a smirk on her face, holding up a black solid object, a gun being gripped tightly.

"What in fuck's name?" John asks, 'who in hell's name are you?"

"Shut the hell up and sit down and V, B, come on it. We have them right where we want them."

V? B?

That moment, two other masked females walk in. V being the one in a red mask and B being the one in a blue mask while the lead female had worn a black mask but her hazel eyes show even through that, B's olive eyes glisten as she sits down and holds a rifle, smirking at them. "You can tell that one person might not shoot but there's no way that three people won't shoot, would they?"

John gulps down and sinks down, Phil following them, his face expressionless since he's used to this type of thing while Randy stares at them and shakes his head, 'no. No one controls me."

"Randy-"

"John, this is personal! I'm not gonna go sit around, letting some chicks rule me! I'm better than that and you know it!" Randy's eyes blaze with determination as he stands up, 'go ahead, shoot me, ladies."

"Wait…" Phil stands up, his eyes staring at the leader's face.

"Phil, get down there, you idiot! You're already a coward, we don't need you acting all brave," John says but Phil doesn't move away from his position as he holds onto her shoulder, squinting his eyes because he knows that for a fact that he knows her well enough.

"Dalia?"

Dalia slowly takes off her mask, exposing her hazel eyes and brown curly hair, nodding her head while Phil looks at B and V, blinking, 'Bianca? Vicky?"

The two girls slowly take off their masks, Bianca's olive eyes glistening as straight brown hair cover her face and soon, Vicky follows, her black hair falling and her brown-olive eyes now showing as Phil looks down, biting his lower lip. "Why?"

"He told us to do it."

"Oh fuck no," Phil realizes, his entire body paling, 'he-he's back!? But how?! He's dead. Dad was dead. You know that. You saw that accident! How in hell's name is that supposed to—Dalia, what in fuck's name is going on?"

"The Devil brought him back to life, 'Dalia shakes her head, her eyes onto the floor, 'and now…we all have to suffer."

"What about Mom?" Phil realizes, his vulnerable mother that had been raped too many times and seeing the sight of the tearful Dalia, his heart shreds and tears, knowing that it's something horrible…just by the look on her face…and she moves towards Phil, hugging him for the comfort that he needs. "D-Dalia?"

"He killed her."

"W-What?!"

Phil moves back from dizziness as John holds onto Phil's hand but he rips it away, the used to be all shy boy's eyes are now burning with fury and pain as Randy holds onto Phil's shoulder, and Phil places his head onto Randy's shoulder, 'it's not fair…it's not fair…it's not fair…I HATE THIS!"

"Phil-"

Phil moves towards the door. "I will kill him! I will destroy him!" Phil swings his fist into the shed, putting his head into the wooden wall and letting the tears fall, cascading down his tears, 'Why…? Why…? It's all falling apart…"

"Phil," Randy holds onto Phil's shoulder.

"…God, I want to dream again…take me where I've never been…" Phil sings softly, trying to forget it all.

"Phil," Randy turns Phil around so that Phil and him are eye to eye, before hugging him as tight as he could've, 'it's okay."

"It's not going to be okay. She's dead, Randy and I didn't even know! It's so unfair. People have perfect lives out there while mine is broken from start to finish! It's unfair that I'm always abused, inside out! Everyone wants to use Philip fucking Brooks because he can't stick up for himself! I'm sick of it…I'm so sick, Randy…I'm so damn sick of it all…I just want to roll over and die."

"Shh…Phil, you don't know what you're saying."

John walks towards Randy and Phil, holding onto Phil's arm, in an attempt of solace but Phil shakes his head, 'I know what I'm saying. I've been feeling this way since I was five and he told me that I'm useless. Randy…the damage has been done, I'm tainted, I'm broken, I'm gone…there's no bringing me back…I'm dead inside and I always will be…and my mask…my mask is tainted, poor painted, horribly maintained, cracked and stained…I can't even look into the mirror anymore because I don't know the stranger looking back at me! Why do I even look at the perfect mirror that doesn't break?! I…I need to be alone."

Dalia, Vicky and Bianca stare at the scene in front of them, frozen in their places as Phil moves his head, strands of black taking over his vision, 'Imma kill that asshole of a father. I'll make him feel what I've felt for years on end and still do. I won't be anyone toy anymore! I REFUSE IT! I CAN'T TAKE IT!"

"Phil, calm down!"

"YOU FUCKING CALM DOWN!" Phil screams, letting the tears fall all over again, holding his head in his face, 'he…he…he's gonna hurt me again…and he's gonna hurt you…and Chris…and his family…he's gonna hurt all of us…and he won't rest…I know him. I sense him. He's gonna hurt us…he's gonna hurt us all! How can I calm down? The man that's been belting me for years on end is back!"

With that, Phil turns around and walks out of the shed, John and Randy looking at each other before running after him and the trio of sisters run after them as well, not saying another word at all.

Jeff is now holding onto Matt's shoulder as he throws up one more time. Matt's been vomiting blood for around two hours now and won't stop and now, he hears the sound of footsteps as the Doctor comes back with his clipboard and shakes his head, 'Matthew, I found out the cause."

"Great," Matt's face is too pale to be a human's and his eyes are tired and he just wants to sleep. "Tell me, Doc."

"How long have you been smoking?"

"I don't smoke!" Matt says, eyes widening. "I hate smoking. Hell, my family's against it since my uncles started dying one by one because of lung cancer. I don't smoke at all!"

"But your charts say that you do."

Matt raises an eyebrow, trying to understand as he stares at the chart, his nicotine levels are rising and he just doesn't understand at all. He'd never even thought of smoking cigarettes but why are his charts suddenly saying that he had been smoking? Thoughts of confusion spin in Matt's head, 'I-I just don't understand."

Jeff leans down towards Matt, 'Matty, why are you smoking?"

"I'm not smoking! You know that I'm the last person in the world to smoke, Jeffy. Believe me, baby." Jeff looks reluctant for a moment but he nods his head anyways as he kisses Matt's cheek, nodding to him, while Chris stands over there, confused, and Amelia, leg-crossed, tries to think.

"But if Matt doesn't smoke…how did he get all that nicotine in his bloodstream?"

"I don't know, 'Matt truthfully responds, blinking harshly, 'but-but I assure you that I don't smoke! I've never touched a cigarette in my life and never thought of touching one… can we just go home? I don't want to be in this damn hospital anymore! I feel like I'm gonna die in here or something."

"But Matthew, your blood pressure is high and you keep on vomiting blood—"The Doctor tries to explain but Matt stands up and pulls down the wires, taking a deep breath and moving away, not saying another word at all, while Chris walks towards the door, blocking Matt's way.

"Matt, you're gonna fucking die out there."

"Go away, Chris," Matt's eyes are now blacker than ever. "You should never get in my way. I said I want to go home and I'm going home, right now. Okay?!"

"No," the Doctor grabs onto Matt's arm, pulling him back while Jeff stares at Matt, as he jumps up and down, trying to tear away from the Doctor's grip. "You said that he has schizophrenia, right?"

Jeff slowly nods his head.

"Nurses, get in here, stat!"

A bunch of nurses run inside to help the Doctor as he continues to hold onto Matt's arms, 'get me the syringe that's on the table." And so one of them gets the syringe and stabs Matt's arm with it, and with that, Matt's eyelids drop quickly and Matt falls down while the Doctor helps him up again. "Get me the head of the Mental Department."

"Wait, what's wrong with him?" Jeff asks, scared now for his now out cold brother, sedated and now in thoughts of nothingness. Jeff longs to hold onto his face and tell him that he's fine but he can't.

"I think your brother is Bipolar."

Mr Morrison watches over his son as he kisses onto Mike's cheek, Mike's mother allowing Mike to stay for that night, Mike's irritated flesh is now better at the course of the day but Mike still complains of pain whenever John would touch Mike's hand and now, John is feeding Mike breakfast.

Mr Morrison walks towards Mike, making Mike's eyes burn with horror, 'y-you never told me that your father is coming back from Spain, John."

"Hmm?" John says, looking up at his father and grinning at him, nodding his head, 'yeah, he came back. I didn't think it would matter, baby. Is something wrong?"

John simply doesn't understand why Mike's so intimidated of his father, he'd always been, from first sight and John's scared of knowing because there's always a look of plastered fear into Mike's eyes and John wonders if Mike would ever be that afraid with him around him and shaking Mike's shoulder again, Mike looks up at John's face, smiling at him before kissing him softly, trying to forget it all. "No, not at all, John."

"Would you like me to get you boys something?"

John shakes his head as his father descends into the garage to work on his car while Mike looks down and tries to hide the tears that are threatening to fall from his face, 'Mike, baby, what'd he do?"

"It's nothing."

"What'd he do?"

"It was three years ago. It doesn't matter now."

"What'd he do to you?"

Mike looks at John, 'three years ago…when I was 12, and I had this child crush on you…I came around to talk to you but you weren't there but he was and then he groping me and stuff, it was weird…he raped me, John… the sick bastard finds kids attractive. I brought Jeff here once and just when he started looking at Jeff like eye-candy, I told him that I think he needed to go back to Matt and took the rape more than I should have…but it doesn't matter now. He can't do anything to me…"

"Child pornography?"

Mike nods his head, tears spilling from his eyes.

"I'm calling the police."

Mike holds onto John's arm, 'what if he's hurting one right now? We gotta go check on him. I'm scared, John."

John helps Mike up and kisses him softly before walking towards the garage and hearing the panting's of his father, it's enough to make his stomach churn as he peeks through and he sees a child, around 12 or so, with tired turquoise eyes and sweaty chocolate brown hair, tanned skin and a Legend of Zelda t-shirt covering his chest, but nothing underneath it, as tears fall from his eyes, cascading freely.

John looks at Mike, kissing his cheek, 'you're saving the child. I'm just going to go get the phone and you follow me."

John runs off and since he has no shoes on, he barely makes sounds and Mike slowly moves to walk off but accidentally trips over a can and Mr Morrison's eyes snap towards Mike's, smirking before walking towards him and taking Mike's injured hard, "STOP IT! THAT HURTS!"

Mr Morrison allows his foot to smash against Mike's hand, making him scream as hard as possible. "JOHN! BABY! HELP ME!"

John walks inside of the garage, his hand letting go of the phone in his hands as he leans down to his boyfriend and caresses his cheek, watching as the tears fall freely from Mike's face, 'b-b-b-baby…i-i-it hurts…i-it hurts so bad…tell him to stop! TELL HIM TO STOP, JOHN! IT ISN'T FUNNY!"

"Dad, please!"

"The little slut isn't even good in bed."

"You're the reason I fucking have HIV! You took away my virginity!"

"I won't believe that a virgin's that loose, bitch."

Mike's eyes burn with tears as he presses his face into John's chest, sobbing terribly, while John stands up and kisses onto Mike's head, helping him up and running towards the twelve year old and picking him up while taking his black pants and running with Mike, outside of the house, the cold air burns into the air while John puts the tiny child down and gives him his pants to wear, 'hurry up, kid before he runs after us."

"Cody."

"Cody, hurry up!"

Cody's done by the time that it's over and he stands up, running alongside of Mike and John until they notice a familiar face by the hospital, their hearts racing as John raises his eyebrow, 'Chris Jericho?"

Chris looks up at them, 'John and Mike? And a kid? You idiots decided to do a family already?"

"Haha," Mike says dryly, looking back at Cody, 'actually, he was being raped by John's Dad and we saved him…Cody, we are your parents?"

Cody cocks his head to one side, 'I don't have any."

"No parents? Then…"

"I live in a foster home." Cody says, smiling weakly, but then frowning, 'but I don't know where it is! I forgot! I was just waiting at the bus stop with Evan! I didn't know that anything bad with happen."

"Evan…" Mike mumbles his name, cursing under his breath, 'that little…"

"Calm down, Mike, 'John tries to tell him and Mike just glares at him before sighing and nodding his head, and John kisses Mike's cheek, 'wait, why are you here, Chris? Aren't you supposed to be in Canada?"

"Long story."

"We've got the time."

"Come on in, Matt and Jeff will be glad to see you."

"Jeff's dead," Mike says, slightly confused but Chris shakes his head, 'like I said, long story."

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