Fractured Fragments Pt.1 (BoyXBoy)

7: Intruder

*Chris POV*

I sat in the car, my breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. The world around me felt distorted, a blend of the present and the haunting echoes of my past. My parents' voices, filled with concern, seeped through the chaos in my mind, trying to anchor me to the present.

"Chris, it's okay. We're here with you," my mother's voice resonated, soft but determined. She approached the car cautiously, her movements slow and deliberate, respecting my need for space. My father stood by her side, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and unwavering love.

Battling the overwhelming fear that threatened to consume me, I focused on their faces, searching for familiarity and safety. Slowly, their features began to regain clarity, and the voices of my tormentors retreated to the background. It was a gradual process, like emerging from the depths of a dark, suffocating abyss.

As the panic subsided, my body tremors eased, and my breathing gradually returned to a more regular rhythm. Tears continued to stream down my face, my emotions raw and exposed. My parents exchanged a glance, their worry etched on their faces, but also a glimmer of resilience.

My mother spoke in a soft voice, "Chris, we're going to take it slow, okay?"

I nodded, my throat too constricted to form words. The fear still lingered, but so did their unwavering support. They understood the complexities of my anxiety, and they were willing to adapt to my needs. It was a glimmer of hope in the face of overwhelming darkness.

Slowly following behind my parents we walked up the walkway to the front door. Digging in his pockets for a moment my father pulled it a shiny new key.

As my father opens the door, I step inside, and my eyes widen in awe as I take in the sight before me. The grand entrance greets me with its black polished wood floors, reflecting the light from the chandelier above. The space feels vast and full of potential.

Walking through the doorway to my left, I enter a spacious living room, completely empty except for the echoes of my footsteps. The black wood floors continue here, adding a touch of elegance to the room. The walls are freshly painted, ready to be adorned with our family's memories. I imagine cozy evenings spent on a plush sofa, surrounded by loved ones, and laughter filling the air.

Venturing further into the house, I find myself in an expansive kitchen, bathed in natural light streaming through the large windows. The black wood floors create a striking contrast against the white cabinetry and countertops and new appliances.

Climbing the staircase, I reach the second floor and stand in a hallway that leads to the four bedrooms. Each room is an empty canvas, waiting for personal touches and individuality to bring them to life. The black wood floors continue upstairs, adding a sense of unity throughout the house.

I step into what could be the master bedroom, imagining a grand bed against one wall and a sitting area by the window, offering a peaceful retreat.

As I continued to explore the second floor, I notice that one of the three remaining bedrooms is different from the rest. It catches my attention, positioned at the end of the hallway and boasting its own private bathroom. Curious I step inside, and I'm instantly captivated by its charm. This room seems almost as nice as the master bedroom, and a feeling of excitement rushes through me.

The black polished wood floors extend into this bedroom, just like the rest of the house, giving it an air of sophistication. The walls are pristine, ready to be adorned with artwork and personal touches. I can already imagine my favorite posters adorning these walls, making this space truly my own.

What truly sets this bedroom apart are the windows. As I approach them, I'm greeted with a breathtaking view of the lightly wooded backyard. Sunlight streams through the branches, casting a gentle glow into the room. It's a serene sight, and I can envision myself sitting by the windowsill, enjoying the tranquility of nature right outside.