together we are stronger • bennoda

Chapter 9 - spoon

Mike's POV

I opened my eyes to see that I had shot Chester's bed, I almost cried when I noticed that it was inches from where Chester's head was placed. I was shaking even more if possible and my breathing was irregular. 

The old man had shrunken away at a corner and had his hands over his head. Without thinking twice I hit him with a gun butt and he fell limply. I immediately dropped the weapon and brushed my hands on my shirt as if it would erase what I'd just done.

"Chester! Oh god, Chester! C'mon, I'll get us outta here." By this time, Chester had already opened his eyes but was still weak, so weak that he couldn't even speak. He smiled faintly. I had to use all my strength not to break down in tears.

"T-than-" He tried to talk but started coughing. I shushed him.

"Don't say anything." I placed my index finger on his lips. "Don't push yourself. I'll carry you, don't worry." I said picking him up. He couldn't even stand on his own.

I put him on my back and carried him out of the house. I went to the backyard just to pick up his backpack that contained our phones. I didn't know where to go, Chester was breathing weakly, his eyes closed, almost unconscious again. He barely had any energy.

I didn't know what to do. I had to keep Chester safe until he recovered. I would whether take him to the park or to my house. It was past 9 already so I decided on taking him to my place. My parents would probably be fast asleep since they slept very early.

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I arrived at my house after long minutes of walking. I couldn't deny that my back was aching. Chester was heavier than he looked. His hands were placed loosely around my neck and his chin was resting against my shoulder while I held both of his legs in my hands, one on each side of my body.

I let go of one of his legs and opened the door, as noiseless as I could. I entered and went straight to my room. I dropped the backpack - which had a strap around my forearm so I could carry it along with Chester - by my bed and placed the blonde delicately on my bed.

I was so tired that I only got one pillow and drifted off on the floor.

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Chester's POV

I was back at my house with Mike. We were singing our newest song 'runaway' and practicing some vocals. We were having so much fun until my father came in. He hit Mike again and again. I was screaming, I couldn't move, I tried but my feet were glued to the carpet and it seemed like my hands were tied.

Mike was bleeding, his face almost unrecognizable. He wasn't moving and his body was limp. My father yelled at me but I wasn't listening. He was just screaming right at my face but I was numb. Mike was dead right in front of me. I wanted to kill my father and then myself, I couldn't cope with this pain. Everything was spinning in my head.

I woke up breathing heavily and quickly. I blinked my eyes a couple of times and looked around. I had no idea where I was. I looked to the ground and saw something lying down. A person. Not any person - a specific person - it was Mike.

Was he dead?! I panicked.

I brushed the sweat out of my forehead and jumped over Mike's body. I started to sob. I was crying so much. My whimpers were almost inaudible and my tears were mixed with my sweat.

"Mike! Mike, please wake up." I whispered, my tears were falling over his face and I was shaking him. "Please don't do this to me, Mike. You can't leave me!" I said once again, placing my hand on both sides of his face and shaking him harder. He opened his eyes and I had to contain my relief with just a loud sigh, more tears were spilling off my eyes. He looked so confused.