Second Chance? - WeeklyChris / Chris Collins

Twenty One - It's just a word

"You were what?" I asked and finally looked at him. He had his head down low and his right hand on the back of his neck.

He exhaled heavily and before he spoke he looked at me. "Holy shit. Alexis, what the hell happened to you?" He asks as he took a step closer to me but I took one back. He had a pained expression on his face but I could just feel like it's fake.

"Alexis, please." He says as he put a hand out to try and touch me but I just shook my head. I didn't want anybody to touch me, I just wanted to die and it feels as if that's the only choice I had left to do. I wanted to walk away but I knew that Chris would just follow me.

"Who did this to you?" He questions as he examine my face, mostly my forehead.

"Like you actually care." I scoffed as I crossed my arms over my chest and started to walk away but he took my arm and spun me around. "Leave me alone, Chris. I just want to be alone."

"No. You are coming to my place and I am not gonna take no for an answer. Come on." He says as he drags me to his place, wherever that is.

"Chris. Please, I highly doubt you even care about me and you're just saying that because you feel sorry. By tomorrow I can guarantee you that you'll just be a dick to me all over again and act as if nothing happened to me." I snatched my arm away from his hold and before I turn the other direction, Chris got a hold of my hand.

"Alexis. I'm sorry, OK? Just let me help you."

"Sorry isn't good enough. They're just words."

"Just please. Let me take you to my place." He begs and looked at me with pleeding eyes.

"Fine." I muttered as I pulled my hand away. "You don't have to drag me there. I could do it myself."

"If I don't hold you, you're just gonna run away." He says and I nodded.

"True."

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After a couple minutes of walking and him pleading me to answer who did this to me, which I didn't give him an answer to, we finally arrived at his place.

"My mum is either making something because it's midnight and she randomly cooks at midnight, weird, I know, or she may be watching the television." He opens the door to his house and the smell of bacon filled my nostrils.

"Chris? Is that you?" I heard his mum say from the kitchen. The voice was awfully familiar, but I just can't place my finger on it.

"Yup. I'll be there in a couple." He shouted back as he dragged me up the stairs and into his room. "Just drop your stuff on top of my bed."

I did as told and looked around his room. It was definitely not how I thought it'd look like. It was neater than a typical teenage boy's room I've seen and there weren't any posters on the wall. His room was painted a nice, lime green colour. In the middle of the room was a double sized bed, in one of the corner there was a desk and his laptop on top of it. The laptop was open but the screen was off, a closet was placed in another corner and there was a shelf of books which surprised me a lot.

"Come 'ere." He made a motion for me to follow him. We entered a bathroom and he told me to sit on the now closed toilet.

Once he was done with cleaning my face, he walked downstairs to get something to cover up the scar on my forehead but when he came back, he wasn't able to find anything.

"It's fine. It's just a little scar anyways." I say and he raised an eyebrow at me.

"It's not just a little scar."

"It is to me."

"You're weird." He playfully rolls his eyes. The words rolling out of his mouth brought me back to all the times he's called me a weirdo.

"So I've been told." I say as I looked down.

He sighed and kneeled infron of me.

"Alexis, I'm sorry. I could say that all the time if you want me to but nobody deserves to be in a position in where you are." He says as he put his hands on my knees.

"Sorry doesn't fix for all the times you've hurt me." I say as I got up and walked to his room. He slowly trailed behind me and I heard his mum call his name.

"You coming?" He asks and I turned to look at him. I stayed quiet, starting to zone out of his question and think about my mum, the one that past away.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me down stairs. We walked into the kitchen and his mum came to view.

"Oh my god, Alexis. Let me guess, it was your father wasn't it?" The woman standing in front of me asked. I was speechless, this- this woman, the person that I've known my whole life was standing right in front of me. She's Chris's mum too? But Crawford.. What?

"Hi Stacey and yeah, typical." I say as she forced a smile. She came to wrap her arms around my body and I did the same. Once we pulled back I looked at her confused.

"Wait, so is Chris your son, too?" I ask as she nodded her head.

"Yeah."