Amnesia and Star Child | By : coldblood Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Linkin Park Views: 1666 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“He needs help.” Phoenix sighed deeply.
“And here I was thinking Chester was the one needing help. It was Mike all along.” Joe added, a weak joke that only gained scathing looks from Brad, Phoenix and Chester.
Brad sighed and turned to look at Chester.
“Chaz, did you know how bad it was?” Brad asked.
“No. He’s always kept things to himself. You know Mike’s a hush hush kinda guy.” Chester replied, sounding mildly indignant.
“We get that Chester - but considering you guys get on like a house on fire, we’d be cool to think that you’d know something was going on.” Brad waved his hand.
“Hey dude, I might be close but I’m not that close.” Chester warned.
“Fine then - look, guys, Mike’s beating himself up. It’s not just the kids who are - Mike is too -” Phoenix is interrupted.
“It’s just got closer to home.” Joe said while inspecting his tattered shoelaces.
They were silent for a while.
“You’re right.” Phoenix said at last. “That’s the biggest point. If the media get hold of this then there’s gonna be a frenzy. Good or bad. But we can’t deal with this on our own - I mean -” Phoenix gave a dry, barking laugh. “The guy’s already been in hospital once for cutting for fucks sake! Then he decides that’s not enough and starves himself! Like I said guys - we’ve got to get help somewhere. We’re gonna wake up one morning and find Mike dead on the carpet from -”
“Shut up Phoenix - we get the point.” Chester snapped.
Phoenix bristled but fell silent.
“This is fucked.” Brad muttered.
“Tell us something we don’t know - or -” Joe sat up. “Better yet - tell us something we can use to fix the problem.”
“How do you stop a cutter and a starver? Let alone one who’s a celebrity?” Phoenix asked.
“Therapy.” Chester replied. “And a good shrink.”
“Fat load of difference that made before.” Brad scoffed.
“It takes years Delson!” Chester snapped.
“We don’t have years Chester - in case you haven’t noticed Mike’s smashed his hand to pieces -” Brad retorted, only to be interrupted.
“Shut the fuck up! I’m not blind!” Chester stood up.
“You sure as hell make it look like you are!” Brad snapped upright as well, both men looking each other squarely in the eye.
“I don’t give a fuck if I do or not Brad - I’ve been there I’ve done that - I know what it’s like!” Chester continued talking, even though at that point Brad had begun speaking again.
“Oh yeah there you go - Mike could’ve been through something completely different from you - but think you know it all just coz some bastard stuck his cock up your ass - you think you know!” Brad snapped sarcastically, waving his arms in frustration.
It was all too much for Chester - he belted Brad squarely on the nose - blood spurted out from the force of the impact.
At last Phoenix and Joe, who had been hesitating - finally decided to intervene, pulling the warring parties away from each other before Brad had a chance to respond likewise.
More shouting.
“Let go of me!” Chester screeched, struggling against Phoenix.
“Calm down!” Phoenix shouted back.
Brad was faring no better, struggle as he might, Joe was built like a tank - and he wasn’t moving.
So Brad wasn’t going anywhere.
Eventually the shouting match diminished, but there was no chance of a continued discussion, so they all went their separate ways, Chester, Phoenix and Joe to bed, while Brad was left awake, sitting at the kitchen table, brooding.
He regretted saying what he did to Chester, but he was pissed off. Mike needed help right now - it all had to be fixed now - not in five years time - Mike could be dead by then.
Mike was in a million pieces when Brad had walked in - he had never seen Mike like that before - never.
Had he seen Chester like that? Ever? No.
So Mike was worse off right?
Hell he didn’t know. Everything felt wrong now.
Brad sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
If the media found out... No. He just wouldn’t let that happen. Some way or another he’d make sure of it.
God what a mess...
Brad sighed and rested back on the cushioned bench.
“We’ll fix him. He’ll be okay.” Brad muttered resolutely to himself.
But he highly doubted his words.
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