Broken

Chapter Fifteen

Chester's Point of View:

He slid his hands up my sides as he chuckled darkly, his voice filled with a dark lust that increased my filling fright that took over my body as I squirmed away in fear, begging him to stop.

"Just keep screaming," He licked his lips as I cried from pain.

"Mike, help me!" I jolted awake and gripped tightly onto the body next to me. Mike held me tightly and I instantly relaxed at his gentle touch.

"Chester, what's wrong? Are you alright?" He asked, his voice full of concern. I don't even care that he was the person who hit me just a day ago or insulted me several times. I still felt all the comfort I needed from him.

"I-It was nothing, just a nightmare." I said quietly and suddenly felt really small compared to Mike.

"What was it about?" He asked and I stiffened at the memory.

"It doesn't matter," I waved away the subject and stood up. I looked around and cocked my head slightly as I saw Mike and my stuff all around the room.

"Brad came by earlier and switched some stuff around for us," He gave a small smile that I returned and shook my head.

"You could've woken me up," I chuckled and he pulled me back into his arms and kissed my head.

"You're just so cute when you're sleeping and I love holding you," He gushed and I felt myself turn a deep shade of crimson.

"Aren't you a cutie,"

I quickly shook away the words spoken to me by that man in the alley and tried to enjoy being with Mike.

"Chester, what's wrong?" He asked, snapping me out of my short thoughts. I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders. "You were smiling and then you frowned, what's up?"

"Nothing," I assured him and gave him a soft smile. He grinned and leaned in, capturing my lips with his. He pulled away, looking at me. "So, what are the plans for today?"

"I think we have to perform today," He pulled a frown and scrunched up his eyebrows. "But I'd rather spend today with you."

"Mikey," I pouted, not being able to take his sweet words.

"Chazzy," He mimicked and smirked as I playfully slapped his shoulder.

"You shithead," I rolled my eyes and giggled.

"I may be a shithead but I'm your shithead," He smiled and kissed my cheek. "Am I a hot shithead?"

"Mikey, you're the hottest shitead there is." I broke away from him and rose off the bed.

"I know I am," He hummed and stood up next to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He slowly began backing me into a wall and pressed his lips firmly against mine. "Your lips are always so sweet, Chaz."

"Mmm," I simply mumbled and forced our lips back together again, taking in his signature scent. I don't know how but he always smells so good. I pulled away and looked him directly in the eyes. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me,"

"Chester, you're my life. I am so sorry for all the stupid things I did, I love you more than anything else and I realized last night that I'd die without you." He told me softly and my eyes widened.

"Mike," Tears brimmed in my eyes and I lunged at Mike and surrounded my arms around him tightly. "I love you so fucking much,"

"Not as much as I love you,"

"Bitch, please."

"Did you just call me a bitch?" He laughed and shook his head. "Sweetheart, you're the bitch in our relationship."

"Screw you!" I giggled and rolled my eyes.

"Okay," He smirked and pinned me back down onto the bed. My legs wrapped around his midsection as I heard the door open.

"Oh, man! Why?!" I heard Brad groan. I felt Mike's smile as he kissed my neck and lightly bit down on the skin. I moaned and held my hands on his back. "Mike, I know you said you wouldn't mind raping him, but not now!"

"Ugh, Brad, why do you have to be such a cockblocker?" He sighed and got off me. I bit down on my lip to suppress a smile as Mike kept looking at me with his hungry eyes, making Brad mimic the actions of a sick person.

"Ick, ick, ick," He repeated and suddenly grasped me by the arm and tore me away from the room. I let out a small yelp of disapproval but he ignored me. "Sound check,"

"But, Brad!" I complained. He rolled his eyes and smiled, letting go of my limb.

"We have a concert later and you need your vocals checked, not strained from moaning with Mike."

"You - I - It's - Brad!" I stuttered and face palmed. He smiled before frowning and quickly taking me in a different direction, away from where sound check would've been held.

"Chester, are you okay?" He asked. I hesitated before shrugging my shoulders. "Are you in any pain? Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?"

"Brad, I'm sure. Everything is as well as it could be, just drop it and let's get to sound check." I sighed and walked away from him, not wanting to talk about anything right now. He was quickly at my side and coughed nervously.

"I mean, if you want to talk about it, I'm here, Ches. I want to kill that asshole that-"

"Brad, don't talk like that. I'm going to sound check, I might see you there." I said and walked away, leaving him behind.

I felt bad. Brad just wants to help but talking will make everything so much worse. A part of me wants to confide to him but I just know Mike would be pissed if it wasn't him I confided to. I couldn't help but feel extra paranoid as I walked alone to sound check. I regretted walking alone now and I realized my pace had picked up. I felt like I was about to throw up at any second until I finally arrived at the door I was looking for. I caught my breath that seemed to be a mile away before starting and finishing everything that needed tending to.

"Hey, Chazzy," A voice purred behind me as I walked out of the room. A pair of hands consumed my waist from behind and I instantly grinned as a pair of wet lips connected to my cheek. "If you were a cake, you'd be a good cake."

"...What was that?"

"I'm just trying out some pick up lines, my pet." He spun me around and grinned, pressing his gentle lips against mine.

"And I thought I was a dork," I rolled my eyes as we laughed and went back up to our room.