Guardian || Cyan

Chapter 14

Chris's POV

I knocked on the door, waiting for Mike to come to open it. I know it's really early, but I don't want to be alone, and I don't want to be with Ange.

Mike opened the door, gesturing for me to enter. I walked inside, just standing there and waiting for Mike. He closed the door and turned back to me.

"Go sit down. You gotta be quiet though." He told me.

I nodded and sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen.

He came over and sat across from me. He sighed. "What happened, Chris?"

"N-nothing important." I said. "I just don't wanna be alone."

"Well, it had to have been something. Didn't Angelo help you? I called him."

"Yeah, but he was being kinda mean."

"I doubt he was actually being mean. He probably just said something you didn't like." He spoke.

"Well, yeah. He was trying to get me to eat, and stay at his house, and stuff." I mumbled.

"You have to eat, Chris. You'll die."

I shrugged.

He looked up at me, staring at me.

"What's that mark?" He asked, pointing to my neck.

There were bruises all over me.

"It's nothing." I said.

He shook his head, standing. "It's not nothing."

He came over to me and moved my hair to the side. I winced as he touched it, moving down my neck. He pulled my shirt out of the way and I heard him gasp.

"Jesus Christ, Chris. What the fuck did you do?" He asked.

"He got mad at me again."

"Of course he did." Mike spoke. "What did you do this time?"

"H-he wants Ryan and I'm not doing it fast enough for him." I muttered.

"That's why Ry found your house? Because you're trying to lead him to you?"

"Y-yeah. Well, at first. And then I met him. I don't want to give him Ryan. Ryan doesn't deserve that." I said.

"Why?"

"Because Ryan seemed to genuinely care whether or not I was okay, and I missed that feeling."

He sighed. "You have to do what he wants, Chris. I may care about Ryan, but you know he'll hurt you if you keep him from what he wants."

"I'm scared that he'll put me in the room again, Mike." I whispered. "I don't want to go back there."

"I'm not going to tell you he won't do that, because I'm not sure that he won't. He's capable of anything." He said. "Why don't you tell me why you're afraid of the room, Chris?"

"B-because. It's scary and awful and I hate it. It's dark and lonely." I told him.

"You know he's a sadistic fuck. Anything he does is scary and awful. Why do you think I left?"

"I thought you were exiled?"

"I was. I was exiled because I wanted to leave." He said. "I wanted to leave because he was cruel and sadistic. And because I told him I was done, he exiled me, and I can never go back to Hell."

"But why is he like that?"

"Because it's in his nature. It's how he's always been."

"I'm scared of him." I said.