Chester Bennington - Unusual Neighbor

Moving on slowly

Chester has been continuing his sessions with Rene's husband. There were good moments and bad moments, where he spent a good amount of days without returning to his sulking behavior that even left me depressed.

When he is feeling at his best, he is the most caring man that I have ever met. That doesn't mean that he didn't struggle many times or that the dark thoughts he usually had before meeting me didn't try to return and make him feel like shit again, but I noticed how he fought hard and tried to be better -- for me. I've told him every day he was going to be alright and that I was there for him, but that he shouldn't try to mask whenever he is feeling down. Because I'm there for him, either it's for the good of for the bad.

For the next couple of months, we've been spending all the free time we had together. 

We have been sleeping together in my house, or in his house, cooking together, watching movies together, and having sex practically almost every day. It would seem like a fairy tale if Mike wasn't there to taunt us every now and then. It even felt like he was following us. Every time we went out to a bar, he was there. Every time we went to the movies, he was there. Even when we simply walked on the street, we have crossed paths with him several times. Such encounters mainly ended with me shoving him off, threatening to call the police, or just try to get away from him to avoid any more mental damage to Chester.

Besides that, my classes began. Not only I won a scholarship to pay for my tuition, but it also allowed me to pay my other expenses. I didn't leave Janice, though. In my free time, I was there working for her, or at least keep her company.

After the university's anniversary, Chester was invited by several labels to record that song he wrote for me. He refused, saying that he was simply a music teacher. Obviously, I objected, but that's a story for another time. What I mean is that he was getting his life together, knew what he wanted and worked for it.

"Chester, come on, I need to study," I scolded him because he did nothing but tease me, bite and kiss my neck since he arrived at my apartment. My exams were almost there, I had 3 different subjects to study for and Chester was making things complicated.

"And I need you," he replied, ignoring my begging.

"We had sex this morning!" I protested.

That day I arrived home at 5 P.M. and started studying. I wasn't counting on Chester for dinner since he had one of those boring reunions in the university, so I was planning on ordering a pizza for myself later and study until he arrived home. But he showed up a half-hour after me, and, by what I could perceive, he was hungry.

Chester closed the book I was reading and made me put my pen down. I complained, but he interrupted me, by loosening my hair from the bun I had it in and massaging my shoulder.

"You have been studying so hard for the past couple of days. You deserve to get some rest," he said, his velvety voice making me tremble like usually. His hands were working slowly and sensually on my skin, releasing the tension that I've been feeling on my back. A moan escaped my lips. "That's it, baby. Relax."

"Ches -- I can't..." He shushed me by pulling me up from the chair and picking me up the bride-style. "Hey!"

"Let's take a bath," he said as he walked to my bathroom.

"Do I have a saying in this?"

"No," he simply said before putting me back to the floor and taking off my baggy clothes. 

I decided not to protest anymore. Chester was right, I've been studying like a slave for the past two weeks, not even having time for myself. I needed to relax, and Chester was my favorite way to chill out.