Lost in the echo

Part 3

A/N: Sorry about the few nasty images here. Also sorry that it took longer for me to publish this. I usually write at night and then check the spelling at daytime. Wasn't happy with the first so I changed few things up. So here we are:

"Omg Brad! Get your feet off the table!", Mike shouted bringing the popcorns. Many bowls so they didn't need to fight over one. They were all trying to be comfortable but Mike's couch didn't have room for all of them. Brad and Rob fought over the middle seat. Dave decided it was just best to sit on the floor. With fluffy pillow it was just perfectly comfortable. And he didn't need to sit next to Brad who was being annoying.

"Can we start already?, he asked munching the popcorn. Brad choose usually nice movies and he waited what the movie would be this time.

"Fine!", Rob shouted at Brad acting angry and sat beside him. He lost the battle and Brad was happy. Sticking his tongue out for Rob he deserved to get slapped by Mike.

Mike sat beside Brad and Chester was already next to him in the corner watching them all with a smile in his face.

"Ready?", Mike asked and pressed play. He got a bowl of popcorn for him and Chester to share and leaned back.

"Harry Potter? Really?", Brad laughed.

"For fucks sake Brad, it isn't! Just the same actor. Shut up now", Rob threw a handful of popcorn at him getting them to land on his curls nicely.

"Guys!", Dave snarled and they smirked and stopped instantly.

Finally it was quiet except for the munching of popcorn. Mike adjusted his hoodie since it was little bit chilly but otherwise he was enjoying the time. Just what they needed after the long day in studio. Movie, beer and popcorn.

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Movie was fine and even bit scary but Chester still couldn't concentrate. His head was aching and his brains overloaded with thoughts.

"Don't let him see me, don't let him see me, don't let him see me...", Chester thought when he was walking home from school and he noticed the guy lurking in a car. He just wanted to shrunk and be invisible. Hood over head should help a little but he was still very easy to recognize from the crowd. Wearing tight black ripped jeans, too big black hoodie over his skinny frame with some chains hanging from the pants, and bad posture.

"Chaz! Come here!", the man yelled.

Oh fuck, no escaping now. Chester walked towards the car drooping his head and feeling like paranoid looking over his back. He didn't want anyone to see him with the man.

"Hi sweetie. Come inside", the man commanded patting the seat next to him.

"I... I can't", he mumbled back.

"That wasn't a request. You can, and you will. Get in, now", the man had fire already building up in his eyes. Chester new no matter what he did it would only get worse. Or he would get payback later if he wouldn't obey now. Quickly checking that he wasn't seen he opened the car door and slipped in.

They drove long time before Chester spoke softly: "What's up?"

"Nothing much. Just haven't seen you in many days and missed you so badly", the man squeezed his thin thigh.

"I actually have lots of homework so I need you to drop me off", he mumbled hoarsely back.

"Don't be silly. Your homework can wait. We haven't seen in days. Besides you don't want me to spread the pictures, now do you?, the man said lips curling into a smile.

Oh god, not the pictures... Chester thought the man had destroyed them already. He said he would!

"Bu...but you said you would destroy them...", Chester looked out the window tears filling his eyes.

"Oh I could yes. But why would I destroy my advantage?", the man said evilly and parked the car same time.

"What are you waiting for?", he asked when Chester didn't even budge.

"Could... could you let me go this one time? Please? I promise I will behave next time", he asked eyes glistening form tears.

"I love when you beg but wrong time now. Get in", the man opened the door and grabbed him by his wrists directing towards the door.

"You look so yummy in those tight pants..." the man pressed him firmly against the wall when they got in. Chester swallowed and tried to look away.

"No no no... Look at me with those eyes", the man gripped him by his jaw. His eyes burned with lust and Chester didn't want to see it. Didn't want to think what he would have to deal with again or would the man just let him go after teasing a little. He never knew it before it happened. Sometimes the man just played with him kissing and talking softly. Next time he could be beaten so bad that he couldn't go to school few days after. And the other stuff he did...

"Let me just take that shirt off...", the man lifted the hem of Chester's hoodie making his stomach turn upside down. The man had rough and sweaty hands and they scratched his stomach. Soon Chester stood there bare chested feeling overwhelmed and numb. The man tossed the shirt on the floor and came closer. His dirty hair brushed Chester's shoulder and he smelled like spoiled milk. Then, smiling viciously he bit Chester hard on the shoulder.

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"Hey!", Mike squeezed him. "First you dazed off completely and didn't hear me and then you tensed and started to breathe heavily. Are you okay?". He tried to talk softly so that the others wouldn't hear. They were still concentrated in the movie though.

"I...", Chester hyperventilated squeezing hem of his shirt knuckles white.

"What's wrong?" Mike started to worry when his friend didn't snap back to normal.

Chester jumped up and ran up the stairs to bathroom without looking back. Legs wobbly he sat on the toilet seat trying to breathe normally. He didn't want the others too see. He felt weird and humiliated. It shouldn't have happened there. Why did it happen there? Why now? What is this?

"Chester", Mike came in and locked the door behind him.

"Go away", the singer whispered and looked away.

"Not when I see you like this", the younger man stepped slowly closer.

"Please. I don't...", Chester broke down in tears squeezing his eyes shut.

Mike hated to see the older man like this. He would never have thought he would feel such pain to see the other break down.

"Listen. No matter what it is you can tell me. And if you don't want to tell me I will still be here for you. But you need to focus on your breathing now", he reached the singer's hand to his own and held it carefully.

Chester looked up and saw his friend's big brown eyes filled with worry and care. He shouldn't have been there but he was now. Mike held his hand and just stared him straight into his soul.

"Better?", Mike asked after a while when the singer breathed normally and seemed calmer.

"I will ask again, though I know the answer already- do you want to tell me what was that?", he continued giving a tissue for Chester.

"I....", Chester lowered his gaze. "No..", he then answered.

"Promise you tell me when you are ready?", the emcee stared at him firmly.

Chester nodded but thought: "I will never be...".