A/N: This is my first fanfiction so if you could not be so harsh in the reviews, but still be honest?
Disclaimer: Sadly I not own Lab Rats. If I did, Brase would be married.
I am Bree Davenport. I wish I wasn't Bree Davenport. You would understand if you knew how much I suffered and little everyone cares about me.
Flashback: I was 9 and I accidentally destroyed Davenport's only time machine and with that one mistake, my whole life was turned upside down. He grabbed a broken piece off the floor, and violently smacked me across the face with it, leaving me with a cut on my face, bleeding. He told me to take care of it myself.
My brothers and my step-mother do not know about my abuse. I wish they did, but he threatened to find me if I reported him to the police or told anyone.
I have three brothers, one older, and two younger. I also have a step-mother named Tasha, whom Davenport married a couple of months ago.
My relationships with my brothers are all so different. Leo, my younger brother loves comforting me, but it jsut seems that he can't figure out what's going on. He has no bionics since he is the son of Tasha, so he just moved in. Adam, my older brother, is too stupid to notice. He has super strength.
Chase, well, we have a great relationship. We hang out almost all the time and I just love him so much. In more ways than other. Somedays, I just wish we could run away and spend the rest of our lives together. He treats me better than everyone else in my life. He has super intelligence and a lot of other abilities.
Bree's POV
It was Monday, the day I had to return to school. I hate school. I'm getting bullied by the two popular girls of the school, Caitlin Evans and Stephanie Kate. They treated me horrible and I just hate these two so much. I just wish I could use my bionics on them! I have super speed, but Davenport knows of my plan to run away so he set parameter to if I leave Mission Creek, he could find my exact location and disable my bionics. My life is so complicated.
"Hey, you going to the fat parade," said the blonde named Stephanie.
"Yeah, if you are, theres one at the Fried Chicken Roadhouse. You could hang out with people just like you." said the brown-haired girl named Caitlin.
They both left with smirks on their faces and I stand there with my everyday emotion, this happens everyday, so I'm used to it. I slowly walk away and to my next class, Home Economics.
Bree's POV
I come home crying and go to the bathroom. I pull out the razor and let the blood flow from my arm. As I kept going, I heard a creaking noise. It was Chase.
"Bree?", said Chase shocked.
I stand there scared, what will happen? What will he do?