Happy Hour (Chris Tyson X Reader)

Chapter eleven

Y/N's POV

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Jimmy welcomed me into his office after Chris left for a minute to get us something to eat. "What's up?" I took a seat next to Chandler. They all had pretty serious expressions on their face, I began to get worried that something was wrong. "You really like Chris, don't you?"
"I really do, he's an amazing guy and has done so much for me." That made Jimmy smile a bit. "We just wanted to talk to you about everything, he's our best friend and we love him. Chris has really gotten the short end of the stick when it comes to relationships." Chris mentioned that his past relationships haven't been great, but I didn't know it was this serious. "He hasn't told me much about the relationships he's been in." I glanced around at all of them. "Two years ago he was in a pretty serious abusive relationship. He was completely blind to everything that was happening, even though we all knew. He would come in with bruises, even a limp sometimes. He did everything to defend the girl he was with, he thought it was just tough love. He hasn't been in a relationship since then." My heart dropped. It wasn't really Jimmy's place to tell me all of this, but I'm glad he did.

Once Chris finally got back, he immediately noticed the serious mood in the room. "What are you guys.. up to?" He stood next to where I was sitting, leaning against the wall. "We were just tossing around video ideas." He got more anxious, obviously not believing Jimmy. "Well guys, I think that's it for the day. Oh, Y/N, here's some Beast merch to wear in future videos." He tossed me a few shirts and a hoodie from the box next to him. It made me so happy to know I was part of their crew now. Chris and I decided to stay at the office for a few extra minutes to eat the food he bought. "Do you think I'd be able to come over to your place?" I actually haven't seen his house yet. "If you agree to stay the night." I thought about it for a minute. "I can't leave Remy at home by himself all night." He told me he'd be happy to have Remy come over and stay with us.

I helped Chris carry Remy's kennel to his truck. I wanted to have it just in case Remy got anxious, he feels safe in his kennel. He plopped down in the backseat of Chris's truck, looking out the window and panting. I tossed a toy behind me for him to chew on.

"Aaaand, here we are." He shut the engine off after pulling into the driveway. I stepped outside to get a better view. His house was two stories tall, and absolutely beautiful. I opened the back door, letting Remy spring out of the truck and start sniffing around. "Come on and look around." It was even more beautiful inside. The kitchen was filled with marble countertops and sleek wood. The living room had soft tan carpet and leather furniture, along with a flat screen TV and an Xbox set up. "These are so nice." I picked up his gaming headset, inspecting it a bit. It was black and green, and definitely looked expensive. "You can have them if you want, I have another pair." He took off his boots and tossed his keys on the kitchen table. "I don't want your headset, honey." I then picked up his controller, which was a mixture of blue, green, and pink. "You can have that too, if you like it."
"Chrissy, you don't have to offer me everything you own. I'm not taking anything from you." I began playing with his hair. "I guess I'm just used to people wanting things from me." He sat down on the couch and I plopped down on his lap. "Back in high school, my friends would only hang out with me if I offered to pay for everything they wanted." He continued, starting to get slightly upset. I flipped around, positioning my knees on each side of him so that I could face him.

I rubbed his face, wanting him to be comfortable enough to open up more. "My uh, my last girlfriend would threaten to leave me if I didn't give her everything she asked for. She.. threatened me with other things too a-and I worked my ass off to make sure I had enough money to buy her things." He closed his eyes, resting his forehead on my shoulder. "You don't have to keep going, baby. I understand."
"I want to." He took a deep shaky breath, wiping a stray tear away. "One time I couldn't afford a designer purse she wanted, and I-I was so scared she was going to hurt me. Sometimes she just took money right out of my wallet. I couldn't pay my phone bill because she wanted a stupid fucking diamond necklace." It made me happy he was getting angry rather than upset, I wanted him to let out as much anger as he could. "She broke my fucking wrist because I had to work late one night. But, I was fucking working late for her!" He slid up his sleeve, showing me a scar on the side of his wrist where it had been broken. He sobbed violently, bawling up his fists and covering his face with his forearm. "Chris, you will never have to go through that again. I promise." I wiped a few of his tears away.
"I love you." He sniffled, looking up at me with his red and puffy eyes. "I love you." He mumbled, still managing to smile while having tears in his eyes. "I mean it." He nodded, trying to calm himself down. "I know, darlin'."