Bring Me Back to You

V

Pj's POV:

After about an hour of crying I decided to get up and dry the tears off my cheeks. Chris wanted to overdose because of me. I know I fucked up, but I didn't think I could manage to fuck up this badly.

I need to do something. He probably is high as all hell right now, but honestly I think it's time he woke up and saw the real damn world.

He's hopefully not too high to answer his damn phone. I pull my phone out of my back pocket and scroll through my contacts down to Chris' number. Clicking on the contact and bringing the phone to my ear, I feel this twang of fear appear in my mind.

"The fuck do you want P-jerk." Chris' words cause a vain in my forehead to twitch.

"Listen Chris we need to have a serious talk. I want you to be back in the apartment in twenty and if you aren't back by then, I will hunt you down, got it?" Anger was boiling over because his attitude towards me is beyond rude, so the anger clearly came through in my tone of voice.

"Fine. What ever the fuck you want, princess."

"Don't pull that attitude with me, Chris Kendall." I noticed a growl in my voice as I spoke.

"Calm your tits bitch, I thought you said you weren't my mother." He really wants a fight doesn't he?

"Maid. Dumbass, I said maid. Just get the hell over here." I'm done with his bullshit.

"Cal-" He doesn't need to finish that sentence so I'll just click the end call button. Placing my phone back in my pocket, I let out a sigh of frustration that I had been holding in.

"He really is a little bitch," I chuckle to myself.

I head into the bathroom and splash some water on my face. This is crazy, what am I going to even talk to him about? I guess I'll yell at him for doing drugs and place him in rehab. That seems to be my only option right now.

Knock knock.

Oh look who's here. I open the door and signal for Chris to take a seat.

"Really Chris, drugs. You resort to drugs because I told you to pull your fucking shit together!"

"Did you fucking follow me?" I didn't think that one through, did I?

"You know what yes, yes I did. I was worried you would kill yourself and when I saw you go down that dark alley I panicked. I heard ever word you said to that Charlie bitch."

"Oh first you kick me out, now you bitch about stuff I do even though I'm not your fucking kid to care for! You're always bitch and get upset over me! You know, why don't you go fuck yourself Pj, that will finally give you some pleasure in life!" That last bit hurt but the rage inside me is taking over, so I really no longer care what he says.

"I wish I never cared about you! All you do is cause pain in my life lately! Maybe I should have never spoke to you, maybe then I wouldn't always be upset!?" I regret saying that because the fuming Chris has gone from screaming and angry, to looking as if he just hit rock bottom.

"Fuck you, Pj Ligouri." Chris began to cry and curled up into a ball on the couch. I went silent and listen to his rapid breathing. All of a sudden he stops breathing. I panic and roll him over. He's asleep.

"Oh fuck off," I found myself growling down at the sleeping Chris.

Once again my phone is pulled out. I dial the closest hospital and ask for the service desk.

"Hi, my name is Pj Ligouri and I need to place Chris Kendall in rehab for alcoholism and drug abuse. Can you send an ambulance to pick him up, he passed out on my couch?"

"Yes, an ambulance will be there shortly. Can I have the address?"

"Thank you," I give the woman the address and hang up the phone. Placing it back in my pocket I stare at Chris. How could I cause him this much damage just by telling him to pull his life together?

I sigh and rub my temples. You just need to think about yourself Pj, you just went through a traumatic experience. Just, calm down and clear your head. Taking a few breathes I glance back at Chris and shake my head.

"God damnit Chris." I growl.

At the rehab center the next day, I find myself talking with Chris' doctor.

"Pj, Chris is struggling with depression and used drinking as his way of escaping reality. We still haven't discovered the source of his depression, but we would like to inform you that you and Chris need to cease contact until he has fully recovered."

"W-hat!? Why?!"

"Well, we think his depression may have something to do with something you have done or something he feels towards you." The doctor stares blankly at me as I soak in this unsettling news.

"Oh, o-ok. I see. I'll be off then." I say turning around and make my way down the hall towards the exit. This is just great. Not only did I fuck up, I fucked up to the point of almost no return.

I make it safely to my apartment and walk into Chris' old room. I sit on his bed and smoothed out the wrinkles in the duvet. I look towards Chris' bed stand and see a small picture of us together in the park. Chris was smiling and I was laughing in the picture. We both were very happy back in that moment. I peer at his smile and then flashback to how torn he was when I yelled at him yesterday.

I curl up into a tiny and sad Pj ball, and cry softly. This is all my damn fault. Chris, I'm so sorry about what I said. I didn't mean a word of it, I was just angry and upset. I wish I could talk to you right now. I would do anything to bring me back to you.

A/N: Lexi wrote this chapter and it includes many, many feels. I hope you enjoy! So read, vote, and leave comments if you can because we want to know who's reading!
~Lexi and Katy