Christopher

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Don't judge me y'all but I was cackling while writing the flashback part, I can't do sex scenes or like 'dramatic' scenes so sis don't laugh at my writing skills

Kyrie

"Your my... you my momma?" Chris asked stuffing more greens into his mouth. After everyone had gotten a chance to meet Chris and I guess 'reunite' with him Mama Joyce requested some quality time. Right now we were seated on of the many picnic tables she had scattered around her large backyard.

She nodded her head. "Yes I am." She smiled. "You've grown up to be so handsome, you have your fathers nose."

Chris just kept eating and let her talk.

"You know I never meant to loose contact with you Christopher-"

"Chris." He corrected. He was so picky about who could call him Christopher and who couldn't.

She cleared her throat. "Yes, Chris. Like I was saying, I never meant to loose any sort of contact with you, the hospital here just said you were unstable and transferred you without my knowing."

"Where's my dad?"

"Your real dad should be coming soon, he doesn't live in Tappahannock anymore, after we split for good he moved." She explained. "And um, your step dad left a few weeks after you did."

"And thank god he did to." Lytrell butted in.

"Lytrell!"

"What momma?! That man is the reason we lost Chris in the first place and he's the reason why Chris is like this now."

"Excuse me?" I interrupted. "I thought Chris was born this way- at least that's what the hospital told me."

Lytrell shook her head. "Chris was born just fine, it was our step dad that did all that to him."

"If you don't mind, could you tell me how?"

She nodded. "Well he was always abuse, towards all of us..."

May 18th, 1992

"Terell please!" Joyce screamed as Terell continuously slammed her head into the wall.

"Shut the hell up!" He kicked her side making her topple over. "You think you can just cheat on me Joyce! Huh?" He spat in her face.

"I-I wasn't I swear-"

He kicked her again. "I saw you Joyce! You kissed back, you said you ain't love him no more!"

Joyce laid there on the floor, chocking on her own blood and silently praying her babies didn't make any noise, she didn't want him to go hurt them to.

While this was all happening a 6 year old Lytrell held Christopher close to her small chest as they hid in the closet waiting for the yelling to stop. They sat in silence before their mother let out another ear piercing scream.

"Mommy!" Christopher whined trying to. Real his way out of his sisters arms.

"Shhh, before he comes." Lytrell said putting her hand over his mouth muddling the noise he was making. Christopher bit down on her finger. Hard.

"Ouch, Chris!"

"Mommy!"

They heard thudding footsteps approaching the closet. Lytrell rushing trying to stuff Christopher's small body into the spare box they had laying around so Terell wouldn't see him. She was to slow though, the closet doors swung open and there stood Terell.

"C'mere." He grumbled picking Christopher up by his neck. Lytrell followed him down the hall demanding that he put her brother down and take her instead, he was trying to hear that though.

He dragged Christopher to the stairs and lifted him up, dangling him over the railing.

"Terell, What're you doing?" Joyce said calmly from behind him.

"I'm tired of it Joyce! I'm tired of this-this damn child tearing us apart." He cried.

"Terell, just calm down and put Christopher down. We can talk about this." She inches closer to him while Lytrell stood frozen in the corner. All that could've heard next were Christopher's loud cries as he was dropping from the 2nd story to the 1st, landing right on his small head.

Lytrell was the first to race down the stairs to see if Christopher was alright while Joyce remained upstairs screaming at Terrell.

"Momma! He's not okay!"Lytrell screeched as she held him in her small arms.

Joyce raced down the stairs, joining a very distraught Lytrell.

"Ly, baby I need you to listen to me okay." Joyce said, Lytrell nodded. "Go grab the keys and your coat and meet me in the car alright? I need you to go as fast-"

Joyce couldn't even get through her sentence before Lytrell zoomed off, she most defiantly wasn't about to let her brother die.

Christopher spent months in and out of intensive care, one moment he'd be doing really well and then the next he'd be on the floor having seizures.

As weeks went by he got progressively worse. Soon he could barely speak or communicate properly. After one last visit to the hospital t,hey informed Joyce that more than likely her son could never be the same again- he had Apraxia and more than likely the effects would be life long.

Lytrell spent countless hours watching over Christopher making sure he had everything he needed when her mother claimed she couldn't and it was 'all too much for her.' During the day before school Lytrell would make sure if she didn't eat at least Christopher at well and she'd lock him in her room with snacks and toys until she came back and gave him dinner.

This went on until Lytrell was 8 and Christopher was 5, he barely even knew his mother anymore from what he knew his sister was the only motherly figure in his life.

One night Joyce had had enough- she couldn't keep him here and let him suffer so she decided to do what was fitting in her mind. The next morning after Lytrell had gone off to school she took Christopher down to Northern Virginia Mental Institute and checked him in as a permanent patient.

By the time Christopher was 7 the visits from Lytrell and his mother stopped and by the time he was 11 he couldn't place their faces anymore so he spent time drawing what he thought they looked like, drawing things actually helped him cope with his loneliness most times, it gave him friends.

He had violent times to where he would lash out on teachers in the hospital because he couldn't understand what they were trying to teach him, so he taught himself. He didn't exactly learn the right way, but he learned well enough for his liking.

By age 14 he was transferred unknowingly up to a mental hospital in Manhattan where he stayed for the rest of his teen life and early adulthood. By age 16 he'd lost his virginity unwillingly and continued to be used against his own will. By the time he was 25 he had a child he didn't know about.

That's Christopher's whole story y'all, honestly that's really sad if you think about that shit. Your mama just abandon you at the age of 5 like that.