Behind Closed Doors ( Chris Motionless)

Chapter 6: Thank you...

When we got to Apple Bees, we ordered and waited for our food. There was an awkward silence between us, which I hoped would continue sense I hate talking, but Ricky insists on breaking the ice.

"Why do you have those sunglasses on at 10:30 at night?"

I shrugged and looked down.

He sighs and and reaches for my hand, but I moved it.

"Look...I texted Chris and told him I found you, he's coming to get you after we finish eating,"

"Why, where is he taking me?"

"To his place,"

"But I don't wanna go to his place, I'm not comfortable with that,"

"Well, Liz, I don't know what to tell you, do you want to stay with me?"

"No,"

"Your stepfather kicked you out, and you have no where to go, you have no choice,"

Ricky was right, right about having no where to stay and having no choice but to stay with one of them. When our food arrived, so did Chris. He sat next to me in our booth and side hugged me.

"I'm so sorry, Liz, you okay?" Chris asked, still side hugging me, rubbing my arm.

I just nodded and took a big bite out of my BLT grilled sandwich.

"Hey, we're not gonna hurt you, stop being so shy, here take off those glasses, stop hiding," Chris said.

Before I knew it, Chris slid off my sunglasses, and they saw my eye, their eyes widened and jaws dropped, I snatched the glasses back and slid them on, and continued to eat.

Chris grabbed my chin to turn my head towards him,

"Did your stepfather do that to you?"

I shot my head back to my plate, then Chris grabbed my chin again, he looked serious.

"Did he?"

I shot my head back to my plate, and spoke.

"Why does it matter? It's nothing new, I'm used to pain, it doesn't even hurt anymore,"

"That's it, get up" Chris said, he lightly grabbed my arm and led me to his car, Ricky running after us,

"Where are we going?"

"To pay your stepfather a visit,"

We got in the car, Ricky got in his, following us, I was scared, not only for myself, but for Chris, what is he planning on doing? Does he even remember where I stay? My heart sped faster and faster as we parked in the driveway, Dean's car was parked also, I bit my lip nervously as Chris and Ricky knocked on the door, Dean opened it, Chris put his hands on his hips and began talking, I couldn't make out the words, but I could hear his voice, then Dean yelled, Chris threw his hands in the air and yelled back, Ricky looked nervous, yet pumped, then he yelled too, pointing at me, Dean grabbed Ricky by his collar, then Ricky pushed him off, Chris grabbed Dean by his collar and got close to his face, pointing a finger in his face, Ricky ran to me and offered a hand to take.

"Is there anything you need out of there?"

I nodded,

"Then let's go, I'll follow you up to your room and you can get your things in one peace,"

I took Ricky's hand and we ran passed Dean and Chris, who was holding him against the door, I quickly grabbed some more clothes, and my drawings, and my Nightmare before Christmas snow globe my mother gave to me for my 16th birthday, Jack the skeleton was sitting on a cliff staring down at the ground. After gathering my things we headed out, then we all left peacefully.

About an hour later, we arrived this decent house, it didn't look anything a celebrity would buy, maybe a plain rich person, it was white, with black bar gates,

"Home sweet home! it's been one hell of a day!" Chris laughed dryly and opened the door for me to get out, Ricky gave him my bag and hugged me good bye and fist bumped Chris then left. Chris and I just stood in the driveway, I was staring at the beautiful house, he was staring at me, that's when I turned my eyes to him,

"what?"

"nothing...let's go in, it may be pretty warm in there, I don't really like being cold all that much,"

I shrugged and followed him in the house. When he opened the door, there were framed art pictures hanging on the walls, a black leather couch and glass coffee table and a 60" inch plasma screen tv in the living room. He showed me around the rest of the house, the hallway was kinda dark, and it was really long, my room was right next to his, it was huge, with a huge bed, and huge tv, he sat my bag on the bed as I sat the rest of my stuff on the bed. Chris smiled at me and laughed dryly, I can't deny, his smile and laugh is adorable, I almost smiled because of it, but I wasn't in the mood to smile.

"Well....make your self at home, there are no rules here....except for one,"

I raised an eyebrow,

"When you want something, just get it, don't ask me for it, I want you to feel as comfortable as possible, okay?"

I nodded, then hugged him, I noticed how nice he smelled nice, he hugged me back, and headed for my door, then paused,

"Wait, how old are you?"

"18...I'll be 19 next month, why?"

"Just wonderin', well I'm heading to bed, good night,"

"good night, wait!"

He paused again and turned his head towards me,

"Uh..um..erm, thank you, I would be still in the streets if it weren't for you and Ricky,"

He smiled to himself, and put his hand on his hip,

"No problem, I was actually..."

He trailed off and just looked down, then bit his lip in a nervous way.

"what?"

"Nothing good night!"

At that he left closing the door behind him.