Behind Closed Doors ( Chris Motionless)

Chapter 25: Confess again

I froze as I saw Dean's truck across the street from me, parked at the gas station. He comes out the station, holding a pack of beer he already looked drunk, he looks over at me. His face stiffened up.

"Come here you little shit, we have some things to finish!" he yells as he enters his car, starting it. He begins driving toward me, I didn't move, but I felt my body being tackled out of the street and entering the woods.

"James?!" I screamed out.

"Who is that, and why wouldn't you move?!" He asks.

Dean's car drives after us and we get up, running together. He held my hand as we ran from Dean.

"Who do you think you are, Elzabeth, sending faggots to threaten me and shit?!" Dean screams out.

"We need to split!" James calls out. He let's go of my hand and runs the opposite way, I continued to run, as Dean was determined to run me over, I take a quick look over my shoulder, he was pretty pissed. I look forward again and run pass a tree I almost ran into, making Dean smash into it.

Beeeeeeeeeeeep.

The car horn was loud. The front was completely totalled, Dean stumbles out the car. He walks towards me, I slowly walk backwards and trip and fall on my butt. As I get up and tried to run, Dean pushes me back down and puts his hands around my neck and squeeze.

I continue to try to fight him off as I grasp for air, I couldn't get him off, I knew I was going to die, I felt my eyes close, I finally gave up fighting and stopped moving, then that's when James hits Dean with a brick, making him let go of my neck, falling down to the ground.

I cough and grasp for air, James helps me up and runs with me. We stop running after a few minutes and entered back in to the city. We stood in the middle of the empty street, crouching over, catching our breath.

"Who was that prick?"

"Step father...I don't wanna get into it..."

"well, you're getting to it, come on my house is down the street from here,"

When we got to his house, it was a comfortable cold temperature, I tugged on my sleeves, looking around the small living room. He led me up stairs to his room. It was kinda big, it was certainly better than my old bedroom at a place I used to call home. My room was small and crowded, not to mention I could barely fit in my bed, my feet would dangle from it, and I'd always wake up on the floor. However, James room was spacious enough to walk around, his bed was a perfect size. There were posters everywhere of bands and super heroes, mainly Batman and Thor. In the corner was his guitar. It was a red and black color.

"Are you thirsty?" He asked.

I shook my head.

"Okay, have a seat," he says as he sits on the bed, taking off his shoes, and jacket. I sat next to him.

"So, why was your stepfather trying to kill you?"

I sighed and put a loose hair behind my ear, I tugged on my sleeves again, deciding weather or not I should tell him everything. Weather or not I should tell him about my dark past. Weather or not I trusted him.

My eyes burned from tears forming, but I held them back as best as I could. I decided to tell him. I told him everything, starting with my brother, to my mother's passing. He listened very well. I surprisingly didn't cry, but my eyes were still probably red and puffy. When I finished telling James my life story, (excluding my self harm problem, I didn't want to go through that part,) he just stared at his hands with a sad stare.

"I'm sorry, Liz," He begins. "No one should have to go through that, especially losing the first person who's ever cared for you...I know how that feels,"

I look at him, watching him wiping his eyes.

"I lived with my grandparents ever since I was little. They took very good care for me, and they were fun to be around with. My grandfather and I would always go fishing, it wasn't my thing, but I did it to spend time with him and because he loved fishing. Then me and grandma would go shopping or out to eat every tuesday, and then on Friday's we all have a family night together. My mom let them adopt me because she couldn't take care of me, she was only 15 when she gave birth to me, and she was a drug addict. Anyway...one night, I was walking home from basketball practice,"

he pauses for a minute, taking in deep breaths.

"No one was home, which was kind of kinda saddened me because it was my 16th birthday. I figured may be they went to get a cake or something, so I hung around the living room, eating whatever was left in the kitchen. I turned on the tv, and flipped through the channels, I stopped on the news, to get up and find something to eat, then that's when it hit me. I listened to the reporter saying, '58 year old Thomas Graham and 56 year old Ava Graham were one of the few hostages in the city bank that were killed. The elderly couple were trying to make a run for, but the robber shot them both in the head,' I dropped to my knees and immediately screamed out to the top of my lungs. I didn't know what to do...I wasn't stable for awhile...."

I felt the tears slowly falling down my face. More fell down James'.

"who takes care of you now?"

" My mom...Shannon..but she's rarely ever home, so I take care of myself actually, I'm 18 now, I don't need anyone to take care of me anymore.."

James bursted out into tears, I immediately brought him into a comforting hug, and rubbed his back. I wasn't used to this comforting thing. I never comforted anyone, I was always the being babied. I tried my best.

He finally calmed down, and apologized almost a thousand times for breaking down like that, which I didn't understand why he was apologizing. Maybe he wasn't used to crying around anyone. It got late, and I needed to get home, so I hugged James good bye. He offered to walk me home, but I refused and went out the door.

When I got home, Chris was in the living room asleep on the floor, I studied his face. It was stained with tears. I swiftly walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I had a red mark on my face from him slapping me. I'm happy James didn't ask about it, or even asked about Chris at all. I tried touching it a few times and it stung. I decided go to sleep, and as soon as I opened the door, there was Chris. He pushed me against the wall, holding me back. I didn't retaliate, I was literally too tired. I wasn't even strong enough to even stand.

"Chris...get off of me.."

"No, listen, I'm sorry, I don't know what is going on with me, but I love you, please forgive me, I never meant to hurt you, I was just...babe I'm really sorry,"

I pushed passed him and walked to my room, locking the door and lying on the bed. I fell asleep and dreamt the same dream again.