The Worst of Times

Chapter 15

(Sean's POV)

I could tell Chester wanted me to go with him and Mike to the doctor's but I just couldn't. I knew I needed to let go of Chester a little and give Mike and him some space plus I have somewhere I need to go.

I was protecting Chester for what felt like forever. I got to know the smaller boy and I started to love being there for him, he needed someone like that in his life. I was in a habit of being overprotective over Chester and I knew I had to tone it down. Mike was getting jealous and I couldn't have that. From what I've heard, I knew he'd leave Chester again if he was upset enough.

I love Chester but not romantically like Mike thinks. I see him as someone who needs help and I crave to be that for someone. I know everyone thinks I want him that way, even John thought that - although he thought that about everyone who was around Chester - so it'll be good to create some space between us. It also gives me time to do what I have to do.

I'm on my way to John's. I need to confront him and make sure he's not going to hurt Chester again. I can't think straight when I don't know what John's planning. I'm not someone to resort to violence but when it comes to protecting Chester, it could happen under the right circumstances... or just if I'm pissed at them.

I walked up to John's house and heard talking inside, the other guys must be there. I plugged in the number to his garage and it started opening. The guys were looking at me when the door was lifted all the way up. I only had my sights on John and I immediately went to him, bashing him hard on the side of the head. 

"What the fuck!" He snapped and was about to hit me back but Bobby grabbed his arm. Dave stood by me to make sure I didn't try to hit John again.

"Sean, man, what's wrong with you?" Dave asked and I looked at him.

"What's wrong with me?! What's wrong with you!? You're the one still hanging around this piece of shit!" I snapped and gestured towards Chester's last attacker.

"Fuck you." John snarled and I glared at him.

"Do you even know what you did?" I yelled and he nodded.

"Yeah, I fucked your little boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend and that's not all you fucking did! You beat him! You beat and raped him so many times, how can you even look at yourself?! How could you even look at yourself before Chester, being so goddamn destroyed by H all the fucking time?" I boomed and he just rolled his eyes. I couldn't believe him. He used to be completely different before heroin took him over.

"Hey, man. I'm Sean. Heard you got some sugar." I said to the other male who flashed a grin.

"Ah, yes. I'm John. How much you looking for?" He asked with a true smile and I pulled out my wallet, taking out three twenty dollar bills.

"How ever much 60 is gonna get me." I replied and he nodded. He opened his bag and gave me a pretty big bag of the white powder that looked like it would've been twice as much as I paid for.

"Don't think you'll get this much every time, mate. I shouldn't even be packin' you with this much heat." He said but still had a kind smile. I gave him the money and he examined it. "Thanks, man."

"No way, thank you. This shit's goin' to play me tonight." I mused and John chuckled.

"Just don't take too much, that snow is stronger than you'd think. Best stuff around." He informed me and I smiled with a short laugh, nodding. "Say, what do you do that allows you to still be able to get buzzed?"

"I played drums in a band for a while but they laid me off the other day, this shit's going to help me forget." I said and he nodded.

"Man, that's awesome! You know, I'm lookin' for a drummer."

"You play?"

"I sing."

"What kind of music?" 

"Rock, of course." He laughed and I grinned.

"Consider me in." I told him and he shook my hand. We exchanged numbers and he was a great friend until about a month before he claimed Chester, when he started abusing heroin.

"Yeah, of course I remember! I was having the time of my life with the kid until your other fuck buddy stole him!" John lashed back and I rolled my eyes.

"You're pathetic. Mike didn't steal him from you-"

"But he did steal him from you." 

"I don't like Chester that way, what will make you see that?!" I asked and he hesitated.

"Bring him back to me."

"That doesn't show you jack-shit, John, and you know it."

"Why did you come back here anyway? To fuck us all up?"

"No, just you. And to tell you to stay the hell away from Chester and Mike. I know you've been planning something. An evil asshole like you doesn't stand down." I said and he smiled.

"I knew you were smart from the moment I sold you that cocaine." John chuckled. "Of course I have been, I love Chester, I want him back."

"You don't fucking love Chester! What kind of lover hurts their partner like that?!" I asked and he shrugged. Bobby let his arms go.

"Me, I guess." 

"You're a real big fucking dick."

"Oh, so you've seen it?" John laughed, gesturing to his midsection. 

"No, I haven't, and I never want to so keep it in your pants." 

"I can't promise anything when I know Chester's just a little ways away."

"Fuck you." I snarled and turned shouting as I was leaving, "Bobby and Dave, I'd leave him if I were you guys. He's fucking up everyone he claims to love."