Closing the sliding glass door behind him Christopher held his breath. The lights were shut off and the soft sound of beeping filled the small room. Inching toward the bed, the younger male slowly brought the chair closer, watching my eyelids move as I slept. Slipping his hand into mine, Christopher exhaled softly. "Please come back to me." He whispered. It took everything within the younger male to shake me awake, demanding this to be a bad dream.
"You must be a tough kid, or stupid to come back in here," I said jolting him from his train of thought.
"It's my job to be tough, you hired me to be your assistant," Christopher replied.
My eyes flicked down at Christopher's casted arm, then back up at him letting out a small huff. "I would remember hiring you, your face makes me want to stab myself." I retorted.
Christopher winced slightly, "Well you did, I've been working for you for eight years now. I know everything about you." Christopher replied. "Coming up on my ninth next month." He added softly.
"Dakota would have told me about you, he wouldn't keep a secret," I spoke taking my hand from his.
"Dakota isn't who you think he is Blake; he has your memories scrambled around. Try and think back." Christopher demanded.
"Why does it matter if Dakota has my memories messed up?" I huffed sitting up slightly.
"BECAUSE I'M YOUR FUCKING BOYFRIEND!" Christopher finally shouted, standing. The chair slammed against the linoleum tilting with a sickening crack.
We stared at each other for a long minute, I opened my mouth to speak but only air came out. Shaking my head, my glare intensified, lips twisting into such a sorrowful growl. Short glimpses flashed through my head, laughing. "You're such a good boy."
"A-Are you okay?" Christopher asked.
"Head hurts is all," I replied.
"Did a memory come back to you?" He questioned once more.
"I just heard laughter and a voice," I answered.
"A voice?" The younger male asked, trying to keep his voice even.
"I couldn't recognize them; they only said a few words," I said, putting a hand to my head.
Christopher had to steel himself, as he bit down on his lip, fiddling with his fingers for a few minutes. "What did they say?" He quizzed.
"If you must know: You're a good boy," I repeated.
Christopher bit back a gasp, forming a fist at his side. "That was the last thing I said to him before I told him the truth." He thought, as his hands began to shake. Inhaling deeply, the younger male exhaled. "Do you remember that night? What the voice was referring to." He asked once more.
"I remember an argument and meeting Dakota at a bar. We were talking about something or someone. I went back home, and that's where it gets fuzzy." I admitted.
"That's alright, it'll come back to you," Christopher reassured. "The doctor said you can go home in a few days." He lied.
"H-Home? W-Will Dakota be there?" I asked.
Christopher shook his head, "No, he went to the show." The other male lied once more.
"He left without me. W-Why would he do that?" I whispered.
"He told me not to worry about the show, he knew you were injured and needed to rest," Christopher stated.
"D-D-Did I not eat enough?" I thought, tightening my grip around my blankets. My mind started to whirl tears pricked the corners of my eyes.
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C.E.O Piggy
RomanceChristopher's dream was to start his own business and hopefully put his good ideas out in the world. But no he had to get an intern job at the most popular computer programing company in Portland Oregon. V-Tech is also being run by the infamous Bla...
