Lost in the echo

Part 5

A/N: I can't believe I have already written 5 chapters. If you would know me you would know that I am lazy ass writer, lol. But now this feels like great therapy and I wait every day that night falls and I can continue writing. So! This chapter is tiny bit shorter. You see why when you get to the end, didn't want to continue it there. Enough with the babbling, here we go:

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"What....", Mike woke up to something. He definitely heard a voice but he was in his own room and there was no one there. He searched around the walls rubbing the sleep of his eyes trying to figure out where it came.

"Nooooooooooooo!". There it was again. Oh shit, it was coming from Chester's room, he quickly realized and kicked the covers aside and jumped of the bed. He ran to the room where Chester was sleeping and opened the door. The singer's body was rigid and he was clenching down on the sheets. He had his head tilted back and was screaming at the top of his lungs. Clearly asleep still.

"Hey hey hey!", Mike skipped next to the bed and held Chester's arms trying to wake him up. Chester's face was red from the screaming and his wife beater wet from the sweat. He opened his eyes wide with fear and Mike's heart dropped. He had never seen such expression. It was like an abyss of darkness.

"Let me go, noooo!", Chester fought back and hit Mike trying to get away.

"Chester! Stop it! You are safe!", Mike yelled back and tried to held Chester's arms in place. He was stronger than the skinny singer but he was in such panic that Mike had to use all his powers not the get hit.

"Mike... Wha...", Chester finally woke fully up and noticed he wasn't anymore at the man's house. "I.... I....", he broke down in tears.

"It was a nightmare again. You are safe now with me", Mike hushed and held the singer's head on his chest. The singer cried his eyes out and just couldn't stop. He trembled and started to hyperventilate.

"Hey, try to breathe please? Everything is fine, no one is going to hurt you here", Mike stroked his back and held tighter. What the heck was this? Why the man had started to see these obviously terrible nightmares suddenly? He felt so bad that he couldn't stop them.

"I'm co..cold", Chester whispered amongst the sobs.

"Ofcourse you are, cause you are wet from the sweat and tired. Wait just a second please?", Mike rose and walked on Chester's closet. He quickly picked up a t-shirt and walked back to the singer. The older man was now hugging his legs and hanging his head.

"Could you lift your arms so I can take the wet shirt off?, Mike spoke softly and caressed Chester's cheek. He obeyed slowly watching carefully what the younger man was doing. Mike tossed the wet shirt and helped Chester to get the dry one on. Then he sat back on the bed next to the singer.

"Any better?", he asked. Chester just nodded cheeks still wet from the tears. He was a mess but didn't even realize it himself.

"I think you should sleep more though. It is only 3 AM and you look dead tired", the emcee pointed out. The singer looked terrible and Mike was really uncomfortable to leave him.

"I can't. I don't want to", Chester hiccuped and shook his head. "I don't want to be alone", he continued so quietly that Mike barely heard it.

"How about if I stay?", Mike asked after a while.

"You.. You would do that? But the floor is so cold and...", the singer sobbed again. He really didn't want to be left alone. He was so afraid but Mike shouldn't have to be babysit him either.

"I think we could both fit in your bed just fine", Mike smiled and wiped tear off of Chester's cheek.

"I... I guess we could...", he nodded back shyly.

"I'll sleep on the wall side. Come one, we need to get some sleep, Mike tried to assure the singer.

Chester sighed and nodded. He didn't want to bother the emcee but he was already here. Wouldn't really matter where they would be sleeping.

Mike adjusted himself at the side of the bed and let Chester take more space. The singer crawled beside him and tried to get comfortable. They lay silent moments before the singer spoke.

"Could... could you hold me? Please?", he whispered not daring to look at the younger man.

"Of course if you want me to", Mike answered. The singer came close to the other man and rested his head on Mike's chest. The emcee wrapped his arm around the other and pulled the covers on them. Chester closed his eyes tight and sighed. Now all he could hear was the heartbeat of the other man.

"I... I don't want to scare you away. But... what was the nightmare about?", Mike asked carefully and felt the singer tense up instantly.

"You don't need to talk about it if you don't want to. But, you can if you want", Mike continued quickly. He didn't want the other man to get upset but same time he knew that talking would help.

"Maybe... maybe some other day", Chester whispered and relaxed slowly again.

"Okay", Mike nodded. He closed his eyes and started drift into the dreamland.

"He... He used the buckle. He used the buckle when you normally use the leather side", Chester suddenly said holding his breath.

Mike's heart dropped again and he felt like all air disappeared from the room. He held his eyes tightly shut and sensed tears burning his eyelids. He didn't want to answer, just squeezed the singer tighter and wished he would never have to let him go.

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