Dirty little secret [C]

Chapter four: Worth

Chris grumbled as he sat on Josh's couch. They were once again having another intervention. He was ignoring them as he played on his phone. It wasn't a normal intervention. They were just trying to get him to eat something other than chips and salads. He couldn't help he didn't like it. He couldn't help anything. Not even himself.

"Leave me alone!" Chris snapped.

"Chris, just eat the goddamn wings. You like them."

"I'm not hungry."

"Yes you are. We all heard your stomach when we brought them out here. You won't get real... Who the fuck are you texting?" Josh sighed.

"The only fucking person who listens anymore!" Chris snapped, standing up. "I just wanted to watch hockey! Not be attacked." Chris stormed out, ignoring their pleas that he come back. He walked away to a park, wiping tears off his cheeks.

Chris sat down on a swing, leaning his head against the chain. It was too cold to be outside with only a thin jacket but he didn't care. He was angry and spiteful and if he got sick he could blame is on them. Chris pulled his phone out, biting his lip as he messaged his friend.

LG: hey

BD: are you okay?

Chris frowned at the question. It was like he knew.

LG: not really.
LG: I will be though.

BD: what happened?

LG: friends

BD: that doesn't explain anything

LG: they were trying to make me do stuff
LG: I know they want to help
LG: I don't want them to tho

BD: why did you message me?

Chris bit his lip. He lightly moved the swing, blushing.

LG: I feel safe when I talk to you

BD: that's cute.
BD: I can make you feel safe everyday if you let me

LG: Still scared.

BD: Sometimes you have to face your fears.

LG: that's scary too

BD: I get it.

LG: one day

BD: I'll wait for you

Chris smiled, closing his eyes.

LG: what's your real name?

BD: Mike but friends call me Kuza.

LG: I'm Chris.

BD: well Chris. It's nice to finally know your name.

**tardis**

Chris frowned as he felt someone kick his feet. He went to sit up, only to his head.

"Can you move mister? I want to slide." Chris shuffled out the slide, yawning.

"Sorry kid."

Chris shook his head as he slowly walked. He bit his lip, walking into an IHOP. He was tired and hungry. Too hungry to keep walking. He ordered a small stack of pancakes. The kind you'd get for a small child. He slowly ate, staring down at the food while he did so. He finished, smiling as he paid he woman. He left a tip, probably too big but he felt she deserved it. Anyone who put up with him deserves it.

Chris slowly walked around, not wanting to go home. He shook his head, feeling the first drops of rain hit his head. He didn't bother pulling his hood up as he hurried into a nearby hotel lobby. His eyes widened as he looked around. He was cold and wet and the desk clerk gave him a glare.

"I uh... I need a room." Chris whispered. He slowly realized he was basically hiding from his friends.

"Sir..."

"I have money." Chris muttered. He pulled his wallet out, sighing when the clerk started getting him a room.

"Name?"

"Don't put one." Chris whispered. The clerk gave him a sad look, nodding. Chris quickly paid, taking the key card and rushing to the room. He curled up on the bed, pulling the blanket above his head. Chris slowly fell asleep once again, shivering despite the hot room.