Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed or the precious Drew (mine!!). Life is SO
UNFAIR!!
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He'd lie awake at night, thinking of the times that he was so young she'd tuck him in and read him a story. That was a long time ago, though, and it wouldn't happen again. She was dead. But somehow he just couldn't move on...
The feeling of urgency tugged at his gut but he remained perched on his bed, staring out at the window. It was dark, of course; he couldn't open the windows during the day anymore because Wyatt might see him. No, he wasn't in the manor anymore. His only option was to run away if he wanted to survive, and he ended up at his grandfather's again.
He sighed. It was just like it had always been. Leo would yell at him for being imperfect, Piper would do her best to ignore what was happening, and Wyatt would smirk, basking in all of his glory.
The only solution he could think of was to run.
Wyatt said that he was a coward, but he knew better. He was no coward. There was nothing to be afraid of anymore. Pain and suffering were all a normal part of life ever since Wyatt had come to power. Oh, how Piper had tried to stop her eldest son from becoming evil once she finally accepted it...but she was too late. There were all too late.
Piper, his mother, was dead, and all he could do was sit and watch.
His tears had been cried, though, long before he mustered up the courage to leave for Victor's. His expression remained blank and emotionless, as it should be. He didn't want Wyatt to know how badly he'd hurt him, that'd only encourage him to do more.
Sometimes he would blame it on others. Leo could've taken the time to teach his younger son to heal, but he took Wyatt instead. Neither Wyatt nor Leo actually came to Piper's aid when she was dying and he called for them. And Piper, his mother, so brave yet so stubborn, thought that she could stop Wyatt and turn him back.
But generally, he blamed it on himself. After all, he was the one that watched her die and couldn't do anything.
Now he sat in the guest room of Victor's apartment, just wondering...What could he have done? What had he done so wrong that made Leo resent him so much and made Piper ignore him?
He didn't hate them, of course. He loved his parents. They just had their...flaws, as he would call them. Piper liked to pretend sometimes that he didn't exist, which was okay. At least she remembered him on his birthday and Christmas and all of the other holidays and made somewhat of an effort to treat him equally. Leo, on the other hand, was another story all together. He had the many scars to prove it.
Not that Leo abused him or anything. No, that would never happen; that, at least, he could be sure of. It was because Leo would never come down to heal him. He'd call and call until his voice was just a whisper and his mother would tell him to go to bed, even though he was wounded. She'd pretend not to notice, as always, and wake him up for school the next morning.
He always felt sorry for his mother. He knew in his heart that part of the reason she ignored his pain was because she was in denial. She had always wanted a demon-free life, where magic didn't come around and screw things up for a normal family. She never got her wish.
He sighed sadly. It was too bad that she was gone, but to tell truth, he didn't really notice the difference. Usually when he was hurt or crying and done calling for Leo, he'd go to Victor's. Victor had always been more like a father to him.
"Are you still up, Chris?" asked a voice groggily, interrupting his thoughts.
"Huh? Oh, yeah...sorry grandpa, I was, uh, gonna get a glass of water and I kind of spaced out," Chris lied hastily.
"Oh. Are you sure you're okay?"
Chris managed a weak smile. "Y-Yeah...I'm just going to go back to bed."
Victor nodded and closed the door to Chris' room so the only light source was the streetlamp from outside the window. Chris reluctantly shut the blinds and fell against the mattress, laying his head on the pillow as the exhaustion overcame him.
Well, maybe he could open up the window again tomorrow...
If he'd live that long.
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He'd lie awake at night, thinking of the times that he was so young she'd tuck him in and read him a story. That was a long time ago, though, and it wouldn't happen again. She was dead. But somehow he just couldn't move on...
The feeling of urgency tugged at his gut but he remained perched on his bed, staring out at the window. It was dark, of course; he couldn't open the windows during the day anymore because Wyatt might see him. No, he wasn't in the manor anymore. His only option was to run away if he wanted to survive, and he ended up at his grandfather's again.
He sighed. It was just like it had always been. Leo would yell at him for being imperfect, Piper would do her best to ignore what was happening, and Wyatt would smirk, basking in all of his glory.
The only solution he could think of was to run.
Wyatt said that he was a coward, but he knew better. He was no coward. There was nothing to be afraid of anymore. Pain and suffering were all a normal part of life ever since Wyatt had come to power. Oh, how Piper had tried to stop her eldest son from becoming evil once she finally accepted it...but she was too late. There were all too late.
Piper, his mother, was dead, and all he could do was sit and watch.
His tears had been cried, though, long before he mustered up the courage to leave for Victor's. His expression remained blank and emotionless, as it should be. He didn't want Wyatt to know how badly he'd hurt him, that'd only encourage him to do more.
Sometimes he would blame it on others. Leo could've taken the time to teach his younger son to heal, but he took Wyatt instead. Neither Wyatt nor Leo actually came to Piper's aid when she was dying and he called for them. And Piper, his mother, so brave yet so stubborn, thought that she could stop Wyatt and turn him back.
But generally, he blamed it on himself. After all, he was the one that watched her die and couldn't do anything.
Now he sat in the guest room of Victor's apartment, just wondering...What could he have done? What had he done so wrong that made Leo resent him so much and made Piper ignore him?
He didn't hate them, of course. He loved his parents. They just had their...flaws, as he would call them. Piper liked to pretend sometimes that he didn't exist, which was okay. At least she remembered him on his birthday and Christmas and all of the other holidays and made somewhat of an effort to treat him equally. Leo, on the other hand, was another story all together. He had the many scars to prove it.
Not that Leo abused him or anything. No, that would never happen; that, at least, he could be sure of. It was because Leo would never come down to heal him. He'd call and call until his voice was just a whisper and his mother would tell him to go to bed, even though he was wounded. She'd pretend not to notice, as always, and wake him up for school the next morning.
He always felt sorry for his mother. He knew in his heart that part of the reason she ignored his pain was because she was in denial. She had always wanted a demon-free life, where magic didn't come around and screw things up for a normal family. She never got her wish.
He sighed sadly. It was too bad that she was gone, but to tell truth, he didn't really notice the difference. Usually when he was hurt or crying and done calling for Leo, he'd go to Victor's. Victor had always been more like a father to him.
"Are you still up, Chris?" asked a voice groggily, interrupting his thoughts.
"Huh? Oh, yeah...sorry grandpa, I was, uh, gonna get a glass of water and I kind of spaced out," Chris lied hastily.
"Oh. Are you sure you're okay?"
Chris managed a weak smile. "Y-Yeah...I'm just going to go back to bed."
Victor nodded and closed the door to Chris' room so the only light source was the streetlamp from outside the window. Chris reluctantly shut the blinds and fell against the mattress, laying his head on the pillow as the exhaustion overcame him.
Well, maybe he could open up the window again tomorrow...
If he'd live that long.