Disjointed Heart

Chapter Thirteen

As Chester slowly woke up, he noticed that his nose was buried in someone's else hair as he froze for a moment, wondering where he was, and who was holding him, but as soon a he took a breath in, his nostrils filled with a scent he recognized and loved, and he soon enough relaxed as a smile crept onto his face.

Mike, he was cuddling with Mike. Since his left hand was on Mike's hips, he lifted it and hugged the warm body closer to him, pressing his hand in the small of the half Asian's back, slowly letting his fingers roam up and down the soft skin, and Mike left out a sigh of satisfaction, before he opened his eyes and looked into the young man's face lovingly.

"Morning, Ches."

"Morning, Mike. Did you sleep well?" He asked, his eyes shining.

"The best sleep I've had in a long time." Mike mumbled and nuzzled his nose into Chester's blonde mess, inhaling his sweet scent. "What about you?"

"Same." He giggled and poked Mike's belly, making him chuckle and tear away from the blonde, defending himself as Chester kept tickling him.

"Stop it!" He laughed loudly and finally got a grip on Chester's wrists, looking lovingly into his eyes and stealing a kiss before checking the time. "Thank god it's still early. I thought I had lost all my deliveries for today." He chuckled and turned back to his boyfriend, who was now sitting and looking at Mike with a childish grin. "What is it?"

"What?" He giggled.

"Why are you smiling and giggling like a child?" The half Asian sat up on bed.

"I was just thinking of how lucky I am now." Chester shyly admitted and giggled again, his face red as Mike attacked him with kisses all over his face. They were like two teenagers in love and they couldn't care less.

Their loving session was interrupted by an impatient knock on the door. Both of them grew silent and looked at each other confused.

"Were you waiting for someone?" asked Mike as he untangled himself from his lover.

"No... The only one who knocks this early on my door is you..."

Chester frowned. In a normal situation, he would ignore it, it was stressing him enough that a stranger was at his door, but now that Mike was by his side, it seemed like it wasn't that big of a deal suddenly. He got out of bed before he walked toward the door as Mike started to dress up.

The blonde man was about to open up the door when anxiety suddenly course through his veins, and he looked through the peephole in front of him, but he couldn't see anything.

"Everything okay, Ches?" Mike called from his bedroom and the blonde man swallowed his saliva.

"Yeah..."

Anything that could be behind this door, he could face it, with Mike. It wasn't causing any threat to him, only his thoughts were paralyzing him and making him afraid of other people. Taking a deep breath, Chester opened the door before the small smile he had on his face disappeared and terror formed in his eyes while his whole body froze.

"Chester?"

No.

No, no, no. This was a nightmare. Chester was dreaming, this couldn't be real. He needed to close the damn door now... but he was paralyzed there.

He couldn't move since his worst enemy was standing on the other side of the door.

With nausea suddenly overcoming him as he felt his body trembled, Chester opened his mouth to speak.

"M.... Mark."

Chester's whole body started to tremble as he looked to that devious smile on the other man's face. His vision blurred and came back to normal as his mind flooded with memories of the grey door, memories of Mark screaming at him, saying horrible things to him, dragging him behind that goddamn door.