Chris said I could cook for him.

He was finally okay enough to stand up and walk around.

I don't think he realizes that I can't actually cook. I'm kinda just winging it and hoping it works, and I don't burn the house down.

Chris had left the room to go find his laptop or something.

I honestly had no idea what I was doing. I don't know why he agreed to let me do this. I've never cooked any kind of food in my life. But pasta should be easy. It's just pasta and water and tomato sauce.

I heard footsteps enter the room. Chris was back.

I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist.

It didn't feel like Chris.

"What are you cookin for me?"

Of course. Ronnie. I should've guessed.

"Fuck off." I said, shoving him away.

"I love a boy who can cook."

"I can't cook."

He chuckled, leaning in and licking the shell of my ear.

"Can you fucking stop?" I growled, spinning around and pushing him back.

He stepped closer to me and I took a step back. My back hit the stove and next thing I knew, the pot of boiling water came crashing down.

I screamed and shoved Ronnie away from me.

Chris came rushing into the room at the sound of my scream.

I fell to the floor, on my knees. Ronnie tried to grab me but instead managed to fall on top of me. I yelled and tried to push him away. His fall bent my arm backwards.

"Enough!" Chris yelled.

Ronnie was pulled off of me and thrown the the side. Chris leaned down to pull me up. I tried to grab onto him but I couldn't move my arm. I whimpered and fell against Chris.

"Ronnie, how many fucking times do I have to tell you to stay away from him?" Chris growled.

I realize now that we'd drawn an audience. The kitchen was full of people.

"Ryan?"  Chris called.

"Yes?"

"Take him to the fucking basement." He ordered. "And Remington?"

"Mmm?"

"Fix him up and bring him up to my room." He said. " I need to solve this little issue."

"C'mon, Chris. I was just messing around. I didn't mean to hurt him." Ronnie said, holding his hands up.

"Shut the fuck up."

The only time I'd ever seen Chris this angry was when I first met him.

I feel like a fucking idiot. We can't just have one good day. Something always has to happen. This is my fault. I shouldn't have pushed Ronnie.

Remington helped me to my feet and Chris stormed out of the room. I didn't see where he went.

He helped me to sit down and told me he'd be right back.

He came back into the room a few minutes later with a bag.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Ronnie came in and started touching me and I shoved him and shit and he kinda backed me into the stove and the water fell on me." I explained. "And then he fell on me. I can't move my arm."

"I saw that. Your arm took the majority of his weight when he fell. I'm gonna assume it's broken or fractured. But I'm going to worry about your arm later. The quicker I treat the burns, the easier the healing process will be."

I nodded.

"Turn around. Let me see your back."

He pulled up my shirt and I hissed in pain.

"These burns don't seem too bad, but you may end up with a few scars. It's too early to tell."

All of a sudden, a gun shot rang through the house. I jumped, but Remington seemed completely unaffected.

"Did he-"

"Mhm." Remington cut me off. "He's been causing a lot of problems. He had it coming."

I swallowed hard. Chris just killed him? Like it was nothing?

"Don't worry. He's not a bad person. He'd never point a gun to you. He just had a problem that needed to be taken care of and there was no other way to do it."

I nodded.

Is this my fault?

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I sat on Chris's bed, hugging my knees to my chest. My back hurt and my arm was broken.

Chris wasn't back yet.

Why do I always fuck everything up? I literally just got a guy killed. I may not have liked him, but I didn't want him to die.

I feel so fucking stupid. I couldn't have just let him do what he was doing. He would've stopped. I just had to shove him and talk back. Now he's fucking dead. I didn't mean to do that.

How could Chris do that? He killed someone. Because he touched me. All he did was touch me. Yes, it made me angry and I wanted him to stop, but that didn't mean Chris had to go and kill him.

I don't even think I wanna be around a Chris right now. I didn't like the guy but he didn't have to die. What happened was my fault. I shouldn't have tried to fight back. I'm so stupid.

The door opened and I glanced up. I immediately looked back down at the bed. I don't want to be around Chris.

He sat on the bed. "You okay? Remington told me that you're upset."

I didn't respond.

"It's okay." He said, running his fingers through my hair.

I turned my head to the side. "Don't touch me."

He pulled his hand back. "Please understand that I only did it because I had to."

"You didn't have to kill him."

"I did. He's been causing so many problems lately. Not just with you. He's been stealing and messing with product. There was no other way to fix it."

"It's not fair. You killed a man." I said. "He may have been an asshole, but he didn't need to die."

"He did though, Ricky. And I don't expect you to understand. You won't get it until you're in a position like I am. It's just business, baby."

I didn't answer.

He leaned in and kissed my head. "I'm sorry he hurt you. I understand you want to be alone. I'll be in my study if you need me."

I didn't say anything as he left the room.

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