NotWhatHeSeems10

*Chris� Point-Of-View*

I was bored out of my mind. Joey had left about an hour ago and since then, I�ve been trying to figure out what to do. I thought maybe I could watch TV to occupy the time, but that last only about five minutes. I tried ordering a movie, but I couldn�t find any movies I liked. Finally, I just sat down at the table, bored and alone, and ordered room service.

My dinner came about ten minutes later, and I finished it within thirty. Then I was back to doing nothing again. I decided to go out and try to wander the halls without getting caught. That failed when I noticed one of the bodyguards standing right next to my door. He turned to look at me when I opened the door, and I told him I was going to go over and hang with Lance and Josh. I just needed to get out of the room.

I pondered whether or not I should actually go there, and then I started walking in the wrong direction, the bodyguard gave me a strange look. I realized that I was doing and turned the other way, walking down the hall to Josh�s room where he and Lance were supposedly hanging out.

I noticed that the door was open, so I knocked lightly before opening the door slowly and walking in. The room was completely dark save the light from the window. I flipped on the light, and then waited until my eyes adjusted to the sudden light.

I gasped as I saw Lance lying on the bed, completely naked, sobs racking his body. I froze in my place, not knowing what to do. I walked slowly to the other bed and ripped the comforter off, and cautiously placed it over Lance. He didn�t even notice me.

I sat down on the bed as close to him as I dared to get, and put my hand on his shoulder. My eyes widened as he slid all the way across the bed from me, his eyes wide with fear. �Please, no, please don�t hurt me,� he begged, fresh tears coming to his eyes.

�Lance, it�s me, Chris. Shhhh, it�s ok. I�m not going to hurt you,� I whispered soothingly, trying to calm him.

�Is he gone?� Lance whispered back; I could hardly make out what he�d said.

�Who?� I asked, confused.

�Him, is he gone?� Lance questioned, his eyes searching the room.

�I don�t know who you�re talking about, but no one else is here,� I assured him, putting my hand on his arm. He flinched away, and I frowned.

�What did �he� do to you, Lance?� I asked carefully, not wanting to push, but needing the information to make sense of the situation.

�He-he,� Lance started, trying to speak through his tears. But it wasn�t working very well. Finally, he was able to state, �He raped me, Chris. But it�s all my fault, I shouldn�t have done what I did.�

�What? What did you do?� I asked quietly.

�I wanted him,� Lance told me.

�Who, Lance?� I questioned, wanting to kill the bastard that did this to my friend.

�I-I can�t tell you, he said he�d kill me,� Lance whispered, shaking with fear. Then he began to sob again.

I slid over on the bed, pulling him into my arms and rubbing his back comfortingly. �It�s ok, you don�t have to say more now. Just sleep, Lance. Everything is going to be ok,� I assured him, not really knowing if that was true.

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I held Lance until he fell asleep, and only then did I leave his side, but not for long. I called Joey and Justin over in Justin�s room. I tried to tell them everything in one breath, but they couldn�t understand, so I just told them to come over to Josh�s room.

And then I realized something. Josh wasn�t here. Josh was gone. Lance was in his room, naked on the bed, claiming that someone raped him. Not that I didn�t believe Lance, I did, but it didn�t look good for Josh. �But Josh wouldn�t do something like this, would he?� I asked myself, trying to make sense of the situation. �Well, he has been acting weird lately. And he was pretty bitchy about finding Joey and I.�

Before my thoughts could continue any further, Joey and Justin burst into the hotel room, both talking at the same time, trying to figure out what was going on. I shushed them, pointing to Lance who was still asleep on the bed.

�What?� Justin asked, his questioned loaded with other unasked questions.

�I came in here to hang with Josh and Lance, but when I got here, I found lance alone, lying on the bed. He was naked and sobbing. I tried to get him to talk, but all he could say was that he was raped and it was his fault. He didn�t say any more because he started crying again and then fell asleep,� I explained to them.

�Holy shit,� Joey muttered, �he was raped?�

�That�s what he told me. But I believe him because of the blood,� I told them.

�Blood?� Justin said, his face turning a greenish color. He looked like he was about to be sick, and he looked so sad.

�Yeah, it was all over the sheets where he was lying,� I said sadly.

�Shit,� Joey swore.

�Who did it?� Justin questioned, a sick look in his eyes. I realized that the same look was probably in my eyes too.

�I don�t know, he wouldn�t say. But he was supposed to be hanging with Josh tonight. He�s in Josh�s room, and as you probably noticed, Josh isn�t here,� I explained.

�You think-?� Joey started to ask.

�No, you�ve got to be shitting me. You think Josh did it? Our Josh?� Justin yelled, but lowered his voice as he looked over at Lance. �That�s not possible.�

�Wait, Justin. He has been acting really weird lately. Earlier today he caught Chris and I, um, together and he�s been a real asshole ever since,� Joey told Justin.

�Woah, you told him?� I asked. Joey nodded. �And you�re ok with it Justin?�

�Yeah,� he replied, the look in his eyes telling me that he really didn�t think it was important right then.

�Ok,� I responded, with a small smile. �But anyway. Oh shit, you guys, I just remembered something. The other day, Josh was staring off into space and I asked him what was up. He told me something about Lance wanting him. I asked if he was happy about that, and if he was gay. He had this weird look and he paused before saying yes.� I told them.

�So you think he was lying?� Joey asked.

�It kind of makes sense, doesn�t it?� I questioned, looking over at Justin.

�I don�t know guys. I�ve known Josh for a really long time. I just don�t think he could do � that,� Justin replied sadly.

�Then who else?� Joey asked. �And where is Josh?�

�Maybe he was kidnapped,� Justin suggested. �Crazy, I know, but you can�t just blame him without any facts. I just want to know who the bastard who did this is. I�ll kill him with my bare hands. It�s not Josh, he wouldn�t do this.�

�If it was him, he wasn�t very careful,� I said. �But someone who planned a rape wouldn�t make it this obvious, would they?�

�Maybe someone set Josh up,� Justin countered, refusing to believe that their friend had raped Lance. He looked like he was trying not to cry. I felt sorry for the boy.

�We need to find Josh and talk to him,� I told Justin and Joey. �And we need to get Lance to a doctor. I don�t know if he�s still bleeding or not.�

�Why did this happen?� Justin asked sadly, looking over at Lance, who had started to thrash around. He had a heartbroken look, and his body slumped a little.

�I don�t know, but it better have happen for a hell of a good reason,� I replied.

�How can any good come from this?� Joey asked.

Justin ignored us as we continued to talk. He walked slowly over to Lance, who had started the thrash around more wildly. He sat down carefully and wrapped his arms around Lance tightly, whispering something in his ear. Lance relaxed a little in his sleep, and I wondered how Justin had done that. But that wasn�t important. What was important was making sure Lance was ok.