Chapter 12

Chris sat at the island table in the middle of the kitchen, plates of food surrounded him and he held a mug of coffee in his hands. He looked at the food in front of him most of it consisted of toast and cereal, not anything that included skilled amounts of cooking. He missed his mother's big meals. She would always go over the top to make the best meals she possibly could which made Chris smile while he was chomping on some toast. He watched his grandpa pour the pancake mixture into the frying pan, he tried his best to make a good 'back to school' meal but he could only succeed on pancakes and toast.

Once Victor had managed to not kill the pancakes, he placed them on a plate and put them down on the table for Chris and him to eat and Wyatt when he eventually gets out of the shower. Chris gazed at the plate inquisitively.

"Grandpa, I think you should put them in the microwave. Wyatt is going to take a while." Chris said sighing and taking another bite of his toast.

"Yeah, that might be a good idea." He said dropping the newspaper and then placing the pancakes into the mini oven.

Chris then finished his toast and placed his chin in his hand as a bored expression. When the hell was Wyatt going to get out of the shower? He thought to himself, and then tried to pass time by starting up a conversation with his grandpa.

"Have you got anyone to cover the club yet?" he asked thinking of his mother's club. It was an awesome club, hell it still is. But with both Aunt Paige and Aunt Phoebe too busy to run it, it had been closed for a couple of nights. If only Chris was old enough to take over, he loved the place.

"No, not yet, I'm still going through the paperwork." He admitted sadly.

"Aw well we'll find someone eventually. The only thing we can't do is sell it, mom loved that place it practically was her baby."

"Yes, I know Chris, but we can't have it be closed for too long. It will lose lots of profit and then it will just only cost us more money."

Chris closed his mouth and watched his Grandpa circle various things in the paper. He didn't know much about businesses or how to run clubs, all he knew was that, that club needed to stay open. But he didn't want to argue about it. All he wanted to do was to eat these damn pancakes and then go to school so he could get the day over and done with. Chris sighed again even louder this time and observed his coffee.

"I swear sometimes that Wyatt should have been a girl." He mused watching the smile appear on his grandpa's face

"Well you boys are the first boys in a whole long line of women, so who knows maybe he was." Victor joked back, hearing a slight chuckle from his grandson. It was good to see -after everything that had happened- that Chris still managed to smile.

Chris finished his coffee and then got even more impatient; he gazed around the room for some kind of entertainment and then gave up. Fine if pretty boy is going to take as long as he possibly can, then Chris was not going to wait. He stood up and walked over to the microwave explaining on the way.

"Seriously, I'm starting without him. The pancakes will probably be rott," Chris stopped suddenly; he looked up and listened carefully. Coming from the bathroom was a loud smash of glass. It came from the same room that Wyatt was in. Not even thinking Chris ignored a worried call from his grandfather and ran straight to the bathroom. He threw the door open and saw a fully dressed furious Wyatt and a smashed mirror. Wyatt was holding his right hand and he didn't take his gaze away from it.

"Wyatt, what the hell?" he said, looking at his brother who appeared scared and had dried tears on his face. Chris had never seen his brother so scared or angry in his life.

"What do you want?" he seethed. Not meaning for the sentence to sound so harsh. He stopped when he saw the look on Chris's face.

"I'm sorry, I, I uh didn't mean it to come out that way." He apologized.

Chris wanted to step back and leave his brother alone, but he was not going to. He looked at Wyatt's hand and it seemed to have nothing wrong with it. He watched Wyatt glare at him and was scared, what had to happen that made him so angry? Taking in Wyatt's apology he nodded and asked what happened.

"It's okay. What happened, are you alright?" He asked, worrying if there were any demons behind this.

But then Wyatt's face twisted again, like he had just been possessed by a different personality. He tensed up and gazed away from Chris and his grandpa who had just arrived.

"Nothing." He just simply said.

"This doesn't loo-"

"It's nothing okay!" he yelled back interrupting Victor who had ran after his grandson. Wyatt then looked down and away from the two boys in front of him.

"Just leave me alone." He ordered, pushing past his family and running down stairs.

Wyatt felt as if he was suffocating and he just had to get out of there. His head was pounding and the words of the other Wyatt bounced around in his head. "You killed mom." Was the one sentence that stuck by him. It was the one that had caused so much pain. He grabbed his keys out of the bowl near the door and drove off in his car, not even waiting for Chris.

"Well, I guess I'm orbing to school." pointed out Chris, slapping his hand against his thigh in annoyance.

"No, no it's okay. I'll drive you." Victor sighed.