| Chapter 12 - Unreal |
| �God what did you do?� Justin yelled at the shorted man who was holding an ice pack to his head. Tears rolled down his cheeks. �I don�t know. I screwed up so bad�he definitely is never going to love me now.� Chris sobbed. Justin grunted and slumped onto the cough next to Chris wrapping his arm around the smaller man�s shoulder. �Well maybe Lance will understand that you weren�t in a very good state of mind, you know, make him understand that you where drunk and that your really didn�t mean to hurt him.� �But Justin. It won�t matter to him. I hurt him just like Joey. Oh god I am just like Joey.� Chris said rubbing a hand roughly over his face. �No Chris, you are so not like Joey. Joey did the things he did because he was a sick son of a bitch. You where just trying to get your feelings across.� �But I hurt him�his arms.� �Joey beat him with that belt.� Justin said calmly, trying to keep the disgust out of his voice. �But what if that is what I am turning into?� �You aren�t like that Chris. Look how freaked out you are about this and there isn�t even a mark on his arms.� �How do you know?!� �I stopped at his house before I came to your house. He�s fine.� �But doesn�t he hate me, isn�t he afraid of me.� Chris asked desperately. �No Chris, he�s fine. You should go see him and resolve this.� �No I can�t, I won�t be able to handle it if he hates me.� �He doesn�t hate you and you have to fix this Chris.� �But�� �No!� Justin yelled standing up and pulling the smaller man up with him. �Get your butt in the shower because I am leaving this house in twenty minutes to go see Lance and so help me if you aren�t in that car I will kick your ass up between your shoulders! Now Move!� He pushed Chris toward the stairs. �Damn bossy aren�t you.� Chris giggled. �NOW!� Chris turned and ran all the way up the steps stopping at the top to raspberry Justin before sprinting towards the bathroom. Chris sat in the passenger side of the car and stared at the ominously large house in front of him. He�d been here the night before but today is seemed like the scariest place in the world. �Come on big guy just go in and get it over with. I swear you are making it out to be a lot worse than it really is.� Justin said reassuringly. Chris looked over at the younger man before nodding and getting out of the car. He knocked on the door timidly and took a step away from it as if it would lash out at him. Lance opened the door a crack and peered out, spotting Chris; he opened the door all the way. �Come in Chris.� Lance said, weariness apparent in his voice. Chris glanced at Justin still sitting in his car, his seat reclined as he read a magazine before turning back to Lance. �Okay.� Chris stepped through the door and stood just inside the door, trying to give Lance as much room as he needed. �Look if you�re coming over to apologize, you don�t have to. I know that you didn�t mean it.� Chris opened his mouth and then closed it again. �It�s no big deal, I�ve been through a lot worse�.� �But I didn�t mean to! I swear to god. I was drunk and I was trying to tell you how much I love you and�� �And I wouldn�t listen.� Lance finished for him, a sad smile on his face. �God Joey was right, I really do need to be put in line.� He said with a shake of his head. He turned and walked to the living room. Leaving Chris stunned, he stood there for a second before turning and following Lance. �Joey wasn�t right Lance. He had no right to hit you and I had no right to put my hands on you like that.� Chris said emphatically. �But I obviously need it.� �No Lance�� �Listen Chris, it�s really not that bad.� �Lance!� �He was just trying to do the right thing for me.� Lance said distantly. �Lance!!!� �See, I�m not listening to you right now.� Lance looked at the floor. �Lance, I care about you so much. And�� �Joey said he was doing it because he cared�. So�. if you care about me then you�ll punish me when I do something wrong� right?� |