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A Twisted Scenario (by Suicidal Dream, from FanFiction.net) by CrazyAssLatino

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A Twisted Scenario

by Suicidal Dream (from FanFiction.net)


I looked down at the deep read scar marring the pale skin of my hip. Anyone could see that it was an old burn scar. Only I knew that it was also a brand. It happened a long time ago. The event was permanently etched on my mind, especially the pain. The heated metal, heated to a white hot, etching into my skin, marking me forever. I knew that nobody would ever want me. Sam had given up on me because of it, because I was never completely hers. That scar owned me. Day after day it mocked me.

I reached over and turned off the water, now finished my shower. Just in time too.

“Chester? You almost done in there?” Joe called out, knocking on the door.

“Yeah!” I called in response as I tried to keep the shakiness in my voice to a minimum.

“Then hurry up and get out of there other people need to shower too. Mike and Phe’s shower is broken so they have to use ours.” Joe replied. I stepped out of the shower, wiping my face with a towel, before wrapping it around my waist, was it just me or had I lost weight? I could see my ribs clearly, resembling curved pencils. I opened the door and stepped out into the room, expecting only to see Joe. When I saw Mike and Phoenix too, I jumped.

“What the hell? Can’t I get any privacy?” I cried, finally releasing some stress.

“Holy shit man, relax!” Mike said.

“Sorry,” I grumbled, “I’m just a little stressed.”

“A little?” Phoenix commented. I threw him a look.

“I’m think I’m going to go use Rob and Brad’s shower.” Phe said, clearly wanting to stay away from me and my bad mood. After Phe left just Mike, Joe and I stood in the room, me still in my towel. There was a strange tension in the air. I knew what it was but I tried to ignore it. Mike and I were ex’s. I could now feel his eyes burning into my flesh. I knew what he was thinking and I blushed a deep scarlet. I felt scared as Joe went in to take his shower, oblivious to the situation at hand. Now goose bumps rose all over my skin.

“Could you leave?” I asked abruptly, sounding harsher than I realized.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” Mike asked.

“Nothing!” I cried in response, “I just want to get dressed rather than stand here in my fucking towel.”

“Go ahead, change!” Mike prompted. I threw him a look even though inside I knew that he was joking, deep inside.

“Mike fuck off!” I yelled. My heart sank when I said that. We were best friends, even after we broke up. It was just that anything remotely sexual became an awkward moment now…especially for me. Sometimes I had the feeling that Mike still wanted me back.

“You know Chester, you can be a real asshole sometimes!” Mike yelled back at me, adding insult to injury.

“Mike I- I…” He left the room, slamming the door behind him. I collapsed onto the bed, my head in my hands. I started to let the first tears go, and that’s when Joe walked out.

“Chester? Oh my God, Chester are you alright? What’s wrong?” Joe questioned urgently. I took in a shuddering breath as he crossed the room and sat down at my side.

“Come on Chaz, what’s wrong?” Joe coaxed. I didn’t answer, instead I turned over and buried myself in the covers of my bed.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I muttered, half into my pillow. I didn’t want anybody to know that Mike and I had ever had something.

“Fine,” Joe responded somewhat coldly, “when you want to talk I’ll be over here.” I closed my eyes. It felt like everybody was turning against me. Tears flooded my eyes for the second time that night, threatening to break free. ‘God just let me sleep. Forget about crying.’ I thought to myself. The room was almost silent and I was almost asleep when:

“Chaz can I turn out the light?” Joe asked.

“Yeah,” I responded sleepily, “Go ahead.” The nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach crept up inside. I hated the dark.

“Are you sure?” Joe asked. I nodded, rolled over and closed my eyes only to fall into a slumber laced with nightmares.

~ *~*~

When I woke up again, I woke with a start. I actually cried out. It must have been two or three in the morning. I sat up in bed, almost afraid to leap out from under the covers and go to the bathroom for a drink of water. Slowly I stretched my foot out from under the covers and shrugged the blankets away. Realizing that I had been naked under the sheets I pulled on my boxers before going to the bathroom.

The light flickered harshly when I turned it on. I stared at my overly pale skin in the reflection of the mirror before splashing my face with cold water.

“You okay?” a voice said from the doorway. I looked up to see Joe in his normal sleeping attire (boxers and a t shirt), hair messed up, looking at me. I nodded in response.

“Yeah I’m fine.” I said quietly.

“No you’re not, “Joe said, seeing right through me, “you cried out when you woke up. I heard you.”

“Sorry I woke you. I just wanna go back to bed and forget about it.” I mumbled, pushing past Joe, and crawling back into bed. I pulled the covers up to my chin and rolled over. I felt the bed sag slightly as Joe sat down on the edge of it.

“Joe, will you just leave me alone!” I whined in exasperation.

“Joe’s not here.” He replied in a deadpan voice. I knew right away it was now Remy in Joe’s body. ‘Shit I don’t want to deal with him right now.’ Joe’s alter personality could appear and disappear without warning. Usually there were signs that he was there; the look in Joe’s eyes would change, his tone of voice was different, his whole demeanor would change. Like now. Before I knew what was happening “Remy” had my arms pinned at my sides.

“Joe- I mean Remy, what the hell are you doing?” I sputtered as I started to panic.

“Having fun,” Joe, well, Remy replied in an evil sounding whisper, uncharacteristic of him. Joe’s arms were forcing mine down..it hurt.

“Remy I’m not scared of you,” I hissed, “Now get the fuck off of me.” Remy responded only by slipping two of his fingers underneath the band of my boxers.

“Joe! What the fuck?” I cried, trying to push him off of me. He seemed un-phased reached over, pinning my arms again, and then he climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. He slipped a hand down my boxers and that was when I was able to reach up and slam my fist into the side of his face. He let go of me and I quickly scrambled out from beneath him. I bolted out of the hotel room and down the hall toward Mike and Phe’s room. I could hear Remy or Joe, whoever it was growl in pain and rage.

“Mike! Phoenix!” I cried, banging on the door desperately, “Mike please let me in.” I could see Joe’s figure down the hall, running to capture me. “Please!” I cried. I felt sick with anxiety now. I was just about to bang on the door again when it flew open to a very sleepy looking Mike. I practically jumped across the threshold of the room.

“Shut the door, quickly!” I cried.

“What is it?” Mike asked, shutting the door and locking it.

“I- It- It’s Joe- no I mean-it’s Remy he’s trying to- he’s trying to-” I stuttered.

“Chaz calm down.” Mike ordered, putting his hands on my shoulders. I flinched. Mike hadn’t touched me like that in a long, long time. He gently guided me to sit on the edge of the bed. I could barely catch my breath I was sobbing so badly. Mike carefully and cautiously pulled me into an embrace. I shuddered when he gently ran his hand through my hair and then all the way down to the small of my back. I buried my face in his chest.

“I’m sorry I was so mean to you earlier.” I cried.

“It’s okay.” Mike whispered softly. I pulled my face away from his chest to look at his face. His warm brown eyes were soft and sincere. He looked concerned with his furrowed brow and tight lips.

“I’ve missed you.” Mike confessed softly. Instantly the tears came back full force. Mike brushed the tears away with his thumbs, then gently leaned forward and kissed me. His lips were so soft, they felt like silk on mine. I missed the feeling of them so much.

“You mean you still want me?” I asked quietly. Mike smiled against my kiss, before nodding and guiding me further onto the bed. We lay down beside each other, Mike gently caressing my back as we kissed.

“Hold on, “Mike said, “I wanna try something.” Then he got up and rummaged in a drawer, leaving me curious.

“Close your eyes!” Mike ordered gently before he blindfolded me.

“Hey Mike!” I cried playfully.

“Shhhh” he ordered before joining me on the bed again. His lips met mine and the blood just seemed to rush through my veins. I kissed back, eagerly trying to find Mike’s waist to hold. That’s when I heard the soft click of the door

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