Beautiful Day

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Chester's POV

          "Hellllllooo. Who do we have here? Are you a new boy?"

 

          Chester backed away and pressed himself up against the wall. He shivered as the guy approached him. He closed his eyes and gripped tightly onto whatever crevices were on the walls.

 

          "Oh Phil, don't you recognize him? He's that faggot from Linkin Park. Chester-Gaywad-Bennington."

 

          "Well then he'll fit in just fine here won't he? He likes getting it in the ass from other guys anyway. I bet he'll beg for someone to fool around with."

 

          He was cornered and he knew they could hurt him. The guy that was named Phil took a step forward and glanced around before punching him right in the eye. Chester gasped and turned away. He held his hand to his eye and he felt tears of pain in his eyes.

 

          "And he's a wimp too. That's great to know. Well, I think we're going to get along great."

 

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          "Don't touch him! Wake up Mike, wake up!"

 

          Their laughter echoed in his ears as he sat alone at a table surrounded by them. They just tortured him whenever they could. He bit back a sob as they continued to laugh.

 

          "Mike! MIKE!" they mocked him. They didn't understand that it was the worst time of his life. They didn't understand how he'd almost fallen apart right then. They thought that it was just stupid nightmares.

 

          "Where's Mike now huh Chazzy-Boy? Where is he now? Does he care anymore?"

 

          Chester sniffled but found himself shaking his head. Mike didn't care about him anymore. He had shoved him off to prison. To deal with this hell. His chest hurt and his face was bruised.

 

"Do you miss him? Don't you wish he gave more than two shits about you?"

 

Chester swallowed and found tears falling down his face. He cried as they laughed at him again.

 

"But he doesn't does he? He was glad to send you off to prison like this. He had enough of you. Because you are just as bad as the rest of us. Now let's see how tough you really are Chazzy-Boy."

 

"N-No, please....I don't....I didn't do anything....."

 

Mike's POV

          His eyes slowly opened and he stared up at the ceiling. They were in a new hotel but it looked a lot like the other ones. It was still night. He glanced at his clock and saw the time. It was three-thirty in the morning. He sighed. Why did he have to wake up at these ungodly hours of the night? He hadn't even been having a nightmare. He had just woken up. Had something happened? Had something made him wake up? He glanced over at the thin man laying next to him and that's when he knew what had woken him up. Chester had been having nightmares again. They'd gotten a lot more frequent ever since he got back from jail. Mike knew it was his fault in some way. What had even happened there? Chester's body shook next to him and Mike pulled him closer before stroking his hair.