Hey, I'm back again! My account and computer are being stupid right now, but I didn't forget about Good Without Him, Bad With Him. As soon as I can upload the next chapter, I will. But here's Someone's Gonna Get Hurt, enjoy! Set after Bro Down.
Adam POV
"Now, I hope you two both learned something important from this? No more HORSEPLAY?" Mr. Davenport scolds, and I glance at Chase. He looks tired and hot, almost out of breath. But can you blame him? He was stuck in a plastic tube that was over 200 degrees. Why, you ask? Because I didn't believe him when he told me get him out. Aren't I a great older brother? Uggh. Davenport turns and leaves, with a bounce in him step, clearly thinking we would now listen. Nope!
"Hey, Chase, what would you say to one more toss? Just for old times sake." I grin at him, and he sighs.
"I don't have a choice, do I?" He replies, defeated.
"No you do not." At this, I laugh out loud. Picking him up as I would normally would, forgetting about my shoulder. I mid swing, my left arm gives a sharp jolt of pain. I cry out in pain, letting go of my little brother in the process. He goes flying, and I hear a crush and a muffled cry of fear and pain. I ignore it,and tend to my arm.
"Aww, skittles." I think, as I see that my old wound has burst again, my dislocated shoulder raw, red, and shiny. I wonder if it'll ever get better, but for now I need to wrap it, and someone to help me.
"Chase, I need your help with my shoulder." Then, not being able to resist, I add. "But don't worry, its only my shoulder. If you stretch, you may be able to reach it. Get it? Because your so short!"
Silence.
"Chase, really, I need help right now."
Again, nothing.
"Come on, this isn't funny. Where are you?"
No response, and now I start to worry. I threw him somewhere, but where? Suddenly, I see a mess of shattered glass. And blood. Oh, God.
"CHASE!" I scream, rushing over to him. But now, I wish I hadn't. I know that this'll haunt me forever.
Blood running everywhere, impossible to tell where it originated. Cut run up and down his arms, slashing through his legs. One fairly large piece of glass was lodged in his unmoving chest. His mouth, usually lit up with a welcoming smile, was set slightly agar in surprise. His once bright eyes were closed, and I will never again see the bright sea green that was in them. I brush his chestnut hair off his face, and cradle my little brother in my lap.
One by one, family members start to drift into the lab, and all are speechless at what happened. Tasha collapsed on a chair, her hand on her heart. Leo fainted, and is laying next to us. Bree is here with Me, Holding Chase for one last time. Mr. Davenport is sobbing quietly next to me, holding Chase's hand. No one asks how this happened. We all know how. They don't blame me, I know that.
But I will always blame myself for what I did to My Little Brother.
So how was it? Sad? Scary? Mentally disturbing? Let me know as y'all R&R!
Bye!