Dirty little secret [C]

Chaptertwenty six: family

Chris finally woke up completely after a couple days. He looked up, whimpering softly. His arms were strapped to the sides of the bed. He looked around, smiling at the sigh of Ryan.

"Ry?" He whispered, his voice hoarse. "Ryan."

"Oh my god." Ryan whispered. He quickly moved his chair closer to Chris. He gripped the man's tattooed fingers, a small whimper leaving his lips. "You're awake."

"What happened Ryan? Where's Kuza?"

"He's um... talking to a lawyer."

"Why?"

"You're parents want to put you in a mental health facility. You have money?"

"They do." Chris frowned. "I... Don't let me go there." Chris sobbed. "I can go back. Angelo got me out but he's not anymore."

"Kuza won't let them take you away from us." Ryan sighed. "You just have to prove you're willing to get better on your own."

"I will." Chris smiled. "Angelo wouldn't want this. I'm stupid for doing this again."

"No no. We understand why you did Chris. We're gonna work together to fix you." Ryan smiled.

"Why am I tied up again?"

"You're parents."

"I wanna go home now. With you and Kuza."

"Mam! You can't go in there!" Chris flinched as the door banged open. Ryan quickly let go of Chris's hand.

"Oh Chris's. My poor baby." Chris flinched as the older woman touched his hand. "That's no way to treat your mother."

"My mother? I was raised by a fucking maid!" Chris screamed. "Get out! I'm not going back to that fucking place again!"

"You shut up! You almost killed yourself again!"

"You didn't care when I tried my sophomore year. Why would you care now?"

"That was just for attention." She seethed.

"This was too. I'm fine now. I'm going home with my boyfriends."

"You're going to get us back in the papers and not in a good way Christopher."

"Fuck you. No ones followed me around for years. I fell off media. My social medias have been dead for years now. The most they get is a picture of me in Walmart."

Chris frowned his mother pulled out her phone. She showed him a picture of him in a Walmart shopping cart holding a stuffie. "This is the most talked about thing as of late."

"I'm holding a stuffed animal while in a cart. Nothing new".

"You're to five!"

"It was a gift and I was tired! Someone get the damn things off me!"

"Miss, you have to leave. His heart is weak enough as it is." The big nurse said. Chris smirked as she was forced out the room.

"What's your name?"

"Melissa." She stated as she pulled the weight Velcro off Chris's wrists.

"You remind me of someone. Someone... special." Chris yawned. "When can I go home?"

"When that man is done talking with those lawyers. They're all confused on where you should go." She sighed as he took Chris's vitals. "Oh, your heart is okay. I just wanted her out of here. Any later then we would've had a problem."

"I'm gonna get better." Chris whispered, looking at Ryan. "I promise."