Say It's Not Over? ((BENNODA))

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I really would like to take the time to thank you all for your words of encouragement. Special thanks to ChazzySoul for your kind words, I tried tagging you but have no idea how this works haha ❤️

Do not own, just my silly errors and ideas. Also another  cliffhanger, I apologise for that ;) 

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With the world coming to a screaming halt, you would find the Emcee just standing there completely still, not really knowing what to do now, or if making a sound would be the right thing to do either.

Whether or not he should be asking Chester to leave now, because right now at this very point in time, this was all too much for Mike to comprehend what Chester had just said to him. Feeling like he was now living in his own personal nightmare starring himself and the one and only Chester-fucking-Bennington. Only to realise that this time there was no waking up from it at all, as he would have it, reality had came crashing in on him.

Because all that was racing through his mind now was that...

Talinda knows.

She fucking knows?

Was he just too quick to jump to conclusions?

To know that Chester had just admitted to him that his wife already knows of their situation?

As it would be the one question that would remain on the tip of the Emcee's tongue, not really sure how to react to his band mate's words.

Should he feel relieved that Chester's wife knew the nature of her husband's relationship with his band mate? Or slightly irritable that Chester had told Talinda without taking into any account on the consequences from Chester's actions?

For a while he would just remain completely silent, perplexed with everything that had just happened and soon he would feel his stomach squeezing painfully from the tension that riddled deep inside his body now. With his eyes to the ground now, and despite of trying to block Chester out from his own peripheral he could still sense that the older band mate had his eye on him.

Chester had been watching him closely now, as Mike would feel his body almost crumble to the floor from his band mate's dark eyes, weighing him down.

Possibly he was overreacting now, feeling a little misguided in what he should be doing because all he could think about now is how Chester could just sit there on his very sofa, with that 'fuck me' grin tugging along his lips, like what he had just said to Mike moments ago meant absolutely nothing to him.

Once The silence had settled in over the large living space for what felt like an eternity for Chester, was not nearly enough time for Mike. The Emcee had completely rendered himself to stay silent, as he was afraid to make any noise now. With his mind racing around in circles, his thoughts not making any logical sense, whatsoever now for the young Emcee to understand.