Disclaimer…I don't own House or any of its affiliates. I know, try not to gasp.
Author's Note… Just a little burst of inspiration that came to me in school today…it's not exactly a one-shot…I plan on making it seven chapters. Enjoy and review please…I'll take flames, advice, but I turn away compliments. Nah, just joking.
Pride
Chase is a shining fifteen years old. Straight A's, rich family, two parents. Perfection.
Perfection his ass, and everyone knows it. Teachers stare at his clothes that he wore yesterday and the clothes he'll wear tomorrow and the clothes that get Sympathetic Looks from students who change their clothes every day.
Chase glances at the clock as it strikes 2:45. School's out. Hell breaks loose. His favorite teacher calls him up to his desk and places a comforting hand on his shoulders and asks him if everything is all right at home. Yes, Mr. Narkler. Of course everything's fine at home. You look thin, Robert. My mother's been away (passed out on the couch) and the maid's on vacation and my dad isn't a good cook. Your mother? Robert, we can get help for her. There are places, good places.
Before he realizes what he's doing, Chase's fingers, dry from the cold of Southern Australia, ball into a fist that makes its way to Narkler's face and even as he slams the door and runs down the hall, he knows he's committed a deadly sin and that when he goes to Hell, because only good people go to Heaven and there's no happy medium, never a happy medium, he'll be broken on a wheel for that.
And it won't hurt, not at all, because he's already broken.
