Lost in the echo

Part 9

A/N: Ugh, sorry beforehand. This chapter is sad and angst.. Buuuuut, enjoy anyway, lol

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"What. the. fuck. just. happened.", Dave pointed at the direction Chester went incredulously. "I thought that therapists were supposed to help to get people better, not worse!", he shouted.

"Well that is exactly what I thought", Mike murmured.

"Will you go and talk to him?", Rob asked.

"He said he is done talking. So... I think he would need at least a bit time before that. And he still might not want to listen. Or tell what happened", Mike shook his head. They all felt defeated. And seemed that the Mother Nature was agreeing since it started to rain heavily at same time.

Brad sighed and walked back to the tv and was followed by Rob soon.

"He really didn't tell at all what happened?", Dave asked from the emcee when they were left alone.

"No. He didn't say a single word. Oh, well he did. I touched him and he yelled me to stop it. He looked like he would punch me next so I certainly obeyed", Mike answered feeling utterly confused. One hour and fifteen minutes. One freaking hour and the singer went from this sad perplexed person to this weird angry one. How the hell would they fix this now?

"Mike! I had gotten an email from the therapist!", Rob yelled holding out his phone for Mike to read the message.

"Mr. Bourdon. I had an patient today and he revealed that he had gotten my name from you. And that is the reason I am now reaching out to you. The things ended pretty badly with the patient and I can assume he isn't coming back. You know that I can't talk about the appointment further or what exactly happened but I need to tell you that he should come back. He has lots of unfinished issues and like that he is just going to drown on them. And that is also why you shouldn't wonder if he acts differently".

"Oh for fuck's sake! I knew it! She just dug too deep and now we have to deal with the consequences", Mike slapped his head. Now he felt angry and frustrated on top of being still confused.

"You know, this could still be just a phase. He might not want to go back but he could get over that on his own", Brad reasoned.

"Could be... I don't know. I am not even worried about the record or the tour anymore. He can't get worse than that, he can't. I won't let him", the emcee bite his lip shaking his head.

They all sat down in front of the tv. All buried in their thoughts thinking things differently.

"And we need to call Joe. No rehearsals apparently tomorrow either and he needs to know it all too", Dave picked his cuticles.

Mike sighed. He knew he would have to go and talk to the singer but he was afraid of the response. He stared at the clocking thinking: "half an hour more, ten minutes, maybe few minutes more".

"I will go and try to talk to him", he finally decided now or never. The others nodded silently.

He walked quickly the stairs to the second floor and headed towards his room that was now Chester's.

"Hey, can I come in?", he knocked on the door. No answer. Nothing. He didn't hear anything but he was sure that the singer was there. He decided to knock again but noticed that the door wasn't locked. Inhaling sharply he grabbed the handle and opened the door. The room was dark but he could see that it wasn't like it was supposed to be. Everything was a mess. How the hell they hadn't heard it? Clothes were tossed all over the room, the small table was flipped over one leg broken. Chair was on the other side of the room. Then he saw the singer. He was in fetal position next to the bed. He walked slowly over him and turned on the lamp on the bedside table. The singer was visibly trembling but didn't move otherwise.