Chapter 8

Chris sat against the wall, covered in so much blood that he didn't know if it was his mother's or his. He laid there with his head in his hands and cried. That's all he could do was cry. It was his fault, he caused his mother's death and he should have died instead of her. If he hadn't of skipped school, she still would be alive.

He looked up at his poor big brother, never once had he seen him cry like this. Wyatt was always the optimist, he would never get upset or angry and whenever Chris was upset or angry Wyatt would always be there to cheer him up. But now, now he was broken down and yelling at the top of his lungs. His eyes filled with pure hatred, and Chris had never seen this side of his big brother. And it scared him.

He then gazed up at the girl who was standing behind Wyatt, she had seen this whole thing and he wondered why she was here in the first place. He had never seen her in his whole entire life. Chris hoped that in some way that she was a witch because there was no way that they could handle any danger of their secret being exposed. Not in a time like this.

"I'm so sorry Wy, this is all my fault."

"No, don't say that, you had nothing to do with this. It was those god damn demons. They will pay for what they have done." Wyatt threatened. But he didn't believe what his brother had said. It was his fault that their mother was dead and there was no doubt about it.

"Where's dad? Did you try calling for him?"

"Of course I did! But he obviously does not give a shit about me to come and help." Chris yelled and Wyatt felt the same resentment that Chris did. Leo had never paid enough attention to Chris he had missed so many birthdays, and so many school plays and soccer games. But he was always there for Wyatt. And he was so glad that Chris hadn't held that against him.

Standing up ferociously Wyatt roared for his father. And as soon as he did the familiar blue and white circles filled the room to reveal the elder Leo.

"Wyatt what's… oh god Piper!" He said walking over to his wife's body.

Chris stood up heatedly in front of his father and put his arms out, stopping him from reaching out to her.

"You son of a bitch, don't you fucking touch her!" He screamed. "You don't deserve to grieve over her, you didn't listen to me and because of that she's dead!"

"Chris I know you're upset bu-"

"I'm not upset I'm pissed you asshole!"

"Stop using that language with me I am your father!"

"No you're not. You lost that right when mom died! I hate you, I fucking hate you. Get out of this house and don't ever come back. You don't deserve this family."

After standing back Wyatt waited until Chris finished his sentence. He was right, as much as he loved his dad. He stopped being their father as soon as he ignored Chris. He wanted him out as well. They could easily manage on their own, just like they had done since Leo became an elder.

"He's right dad, please just go. We'll call Aunt Phoebe & Paige and Grandpa can look after us."

Leo was taken aback, even Wyatt wasn't on his side and they wanted him out of their lives. He couldn't have done a much worse job. But he couldn't leave this was his family.

"Guys…please…"

"Leo, go before I do something I might regret." Chris threatened looking away from his father. This was the first time his son had not called him Dad.