Hey Guys! I'm back again! Thanks for the the reviews on the first chapter! It means a lot! I didn't get this chapter up as soon was I wanted to, were currently on vacation in England, when we normally live in America, and we went to France for a few days and I wasn't allowed to take my computer. Anyway, hope you enjoy chapter two!


Bree's POV

The next day I clambered out of my capsule and stretched. I looked at my brother's capsules, and wasn't surprised to find one empty and the other occupied. "Come on Adam! We have to get up for school." I yelled, pounding on the door to Adam's capsule

"But I don't want to!"Adam whined, cracking one eye open, then closing it again.

"But you have to Adam- if you don't, we'll be late for school." I reminded him, starting to feel a little annoyed.

"NO!" Adam yelled, stamping his foot like a four-year-old.

"Fine, be that way." I huffed, trying to come up with a way to get Adam out of his capsule. Then I got it, felling an invisible light bulb go off over my head. "Oh Adam, it's okay if you don't want to get up." I said in a sing-song voice.

"Really? Thanks Bree!" Adam said, closing his once more.

"I've always's wanted to try my prank out on someone anyway." I said, trying to hold in a giggle.

Adam's eyes shot open and eyed we warily. "What prank?"

"A long time ago, I rigged both your's and Chase's capsule with 45 gallons of glue, sparkles and feathers, so whenever one of you got on my nerves, I could just drop the glue down. Thing is, over time, I forgot about it, so who know's what the glue is like now." I finished me lie with a giggle as Adam shot out of his capsule at a speed to rival my own. "I'm just kidding there's no prank, but now you out, lets go up stairs and have some breakfast."

"You tricked me?!" Adam yelled as I dragged him toward the elevator.

"Yes! I was just trying to get you out of you capsule." I replied, pushing a button on the elevator's control panel that would take us to the living room.

"Your actually a pretty good lier, I actually believed you rigged my capsule." Adam chuckled

I leaned closer to him and whispered "Later, you and I are going to rig Chase's capsule with glue and glitter, then prank him." Adam's face light up and we both fell silent again- for a little while anyway.

"Hey Bree?" Adam said, a hint of confusion tinging his voice.

"Yes?" I replied absentmindedly, getting ready for a weird comment or a strange command.

"Why didn't Chase wake me up today?"

I turned around and looked up at Adam, who was looking confused and sad all at the same time. "I don't know buddy." I said sighing, felling my sunny mood disappear.

"I'm going to ask him." Adam decided, resolve hardening in his eyes.

"Good luck." I muttered, sincerely hoping that Chase wasn't in a bad mood.

Adam's POV

Why didn't Chase wake me up today? I thought to myself, trying my hardest to figure it out. Normally, I was gently coaxed out of my capsule by Chase, who was whispering to me images of delicious food and the promise of extra rounds of bionic brother toss. Today though I was rudely awoken, forced to get up, and told my capsule was primed for a prank. Not the best start to my day. Thirty seconds later, the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. I stepped out and surveyed my family.

Tasha was cooking who know's what, while Leo was looking over her shoulder, occasionally getting a smack to the hand when ever he tried to steal something. Mr. Davenport, looking very awake, was reading a book whilst siting at our glass dining table next to Chase. I looked to Chase, and felt my mouth drop open. He had huge dark circles under his eyes, and his normally, perfectly spiked hair was flat and un-brushed. Sitting in front of him was a bowl of untouched cereal, and he was staring off into the distance.

"Um, Chase, you alright?" I asked, gently sitting down across from him.

"Of course I'm alright! Why wouldn't I be?" Came the reply, the exhaustion in his voice impossible to miss

"I was just wondering." I responded. "It's just I've never seen you look so tired."

Chase sighed and massaged his temples. "I couldn't sleep at all last night, not even for five minutes."

I looked at him, shocked " You didn't sleep at all?" I got a nod in response.

"He's already convinced me to let him go to school." Mr. Davenport said, putting his book down and eyeing Chase warily.

"I should probably go down to the lab and get ready for school." Chase muttered, gathering his uneaten cereal up and headed for the elevator doors.

I heard a giggle behind me, and whipped around. Bree was texting at lightning speed, her thumbs flying across the keys at a astounding rate. "Who you texting?" I asked, getting a glare from my sister when she looked up.

"Why does it matter to you?" She asked, her voice laced with sass

"I'm just wondering." I muttered, putting my hands up in defeat. I got up from the table and headed to the cereal cupboard, shooting a sad look in Bree's direction.

"Fine, if you want to know, I'm texting Owen" I smiled, she must of seen my sad glance, and I also loved Owen. The first time I met him, we made a sculpture of Perry out of butter, it was probably the best thing I had ever done. Owen is also really nice and treats my sister very well. I was still smiling when I sat back down at the table with a bowl of my favorite cereal- Sugary Dounght O's.

A couple minutes later Bree sat down next to me with a bowl of slightly healthier cereal. There were a couple seconds of blissful silence until Bree spoke up. "I'm worried about Chase." She said, looking across at Mr. Davenport who was lost in whatever as happening in his book. "I'm really worried about Chase." Bree repeated, reaching across the table to poke Mr. Davenport, who finally looked up.

"What are we talking about?" He asked, looking at Bree, who sighed in annoyance

"I was just saying how worried I am about Chase."

"I am as well. He's never looked so exhausted. I'm probably wrong but I think this wasn't the first night he hasn't been able to sleep." I said, putting my spoon down and looking up at my sister

"Your probably right Adam" Mr. Davenport said, closing his book and looking at me with a surprised look on his face.

I puffed out my chest and turned to Bree. "Last night when you came back up from the lab, all you would tell us about Chase was that you calmed him down and he was 'tired', what really happened?" I asked.

"Well, Chase told me he was mad because Trent had destroyed his science project on chemical reactions. I didn't believe him at first because Trent destroy's Chase's stuff all the time, so why would this time be any different? Chase then told me that the project was due today so he had no time to re-due it. I still didn't believe his story, but the more I thought about it the more sense it made, Chase was just being Chase."

Mr. Davenport seemed to think that Chases story was true as well, but I didn't. " That can't be the reason." I started, looking from Mr. Davenport to Bree.

Bree looked confused "Why not? Chase was just being Chase, and he was worrying about getting a bad grade."

I shook my head. "That's not the reason he was so mad, I know because I'm in the same science class as him and he turned that project in yesterday. In fact, he got an A plus on the project in case you were wondering." I finished. Mr. Davenport looked shocked at the fact Chase had lied.

Bree just looked sad "Great, now we have to figure out why Chase was mad." She muttered, poking at her cereal. "He's not going to come out and tell us anyway." She added, looking up at me. "He never tells us when somethings wrong."

"He probably thinks were going to make fun of him." I said, standing up from the table with my empty bowl of cereal in my hand. "I'm going to go down to the lab and get ready for school" I said, trying to lighten the mood by ruffling Bree's hair as I went past. I got a growl in response, but I ignored it.

I rinsed my bowl out, put it in the dish washer and headed toward the elevator.

"Hey Adam!" Mr. Davenport called after me and I turned around. "Check on Chase for me will you, he's normally ready for school by now." I nodded and stepped into the elevator which brought me down to the lab. With a soft ding, the doors opened. I stepped out and strode toward my capsule, stopping dead when I saw Chase collapsed in a chair next to the cyber desk. "Hey Chasey, you okay?" I whispered, shaking his shoulder gently.

"I'm fine Adam." Chase mumbled, staring straight in front of him with glossy eyes.

"Sure you are." I muttered, standing back up I surveyed my little brother. He was dressed in his usual stripped t-shirt and jeans, and his backpack was resting besides the chair, packed and ready to go. His hair on the other hand was still flat and un-brushed. "If you really want to go to school, you might want to brush your hair." I said gently, watching my exhausted brother pull himself from his chair and stumble to the bathroom joining the lab.

I walked after him and watched as his hands, clumsy from exhaustion, struggled to keep hold of a comb. After watching it slip through his figures several times I stepped toward Chase and took the comb from his hand. "Here, let me do it." I told him, spiking up his hair as carefully as I could.

"Thanks Adam." Chase whispered, closing his eyes.

When I was done I stepped back to admire my handy work with pride. It looked amazing if I do say so myself. "Come on Chase." I said, gently picking him up and carrying him toward the elevator. I set him down as the doors opened. "I'll see you upstairs." I told him, watching as he tiredly stepped into the elevator. I stood there until the doors closed, then went to get ready for school. Thinking all the while about Chase.

Chase's POV

I hate Owen. He is a mentally insane beast. He's ruined so many people's friendships and manipulated them into never saying a word. I regret the day I became friend's with him, and wish I could convince Mr. Davenport to make a time machine so I co back and make sure my past self never gets mixed up with him.

Flashback to the day Chase and Owen became friends.

I was just walking down the hallway in Mission Creek on my way to math when I accidentally bumped into Trent, who had just come out of the gym, and knocked his stuff out of his hands.

"What do you think your doing nerd?" Trent had yelled at me, watching as I scrambled to pick his stuff off the floor

"Take it easy on him Trent, it's actually kind of your fault, since you burst out of Principal Perry's office at didn't look were you were going." Someone said from behind me. I whipped around and saw Owen in the middle of the hallway, striding toward us looking mad. "I have seen you time and time again bully Chase, and I can take it no more. You will stop bulling him or I will personally tell all the ghosts in the graveyard to come and haunt you."

Trent froze, a look of terror took over his features. "No! Not the ghosts!" He screamed, hurriedly taking his stuff from me and sprinted from the hall.

"Thanks Owen." I said, happy someone had actually helped me during my bulling from Trent.

"My pleasure, it's just been driving me insane watching Trent bully you." Owen said, turning to me and smiling.

I smiled back, noticing a cold glint in his eye, but I decided that he was still mad about Trent.

End of flashback

I should've know the cold glint in his eye meant I was his next victim, but I was to blinded by the new prospect of friendship to notice. Ever since Owen took our friendship down hill he's tortured me. I've experienced everything from electric shocks to watching my family die over and over again.

I try not to think about the day everything changed, but sometimes it comes back to me in a nightmare or flashback. I would've told someone about what Owen is doing to me, but he threatens that if I tell the same thing will happen to my family. I can't let my family suffer. I will gladly put the safety of my family over my own.

I was fine with Owen just torturing me, and I was sure that none else in my family would get mixed up with Owen until one day Bree came down from school holding Owen's hand, and claiming Owen as her new boyfriend. I almost died. Soon Bree would would go through the same thing as me. It was my worst nightmare come true.

The only reason I haven't been able to sleep for the last week is the same thing has been going round and round my head. Either tell Bree what is going to happen so she can dump Owen, or try to get Owen to change his ways- either one is going to end in me or my family getting hurt. I don't think I can take any more pain, but I can't stand to see my family hurt.

School has been turned into a living nightmare, but I have to go and make sure Owen doesn't do anything to my siblings.

I don't know how much longer I can can hold out without telling anybody. But I have to stay strong for my family. I have to resist Owen's wrath, I just have to

All of this ran through my head as I was sitting in the chair next to the cyber desk and in the elevator up from the lab. All I wanted to do was sleep, but if I did the nightmares came.

The elevator dinged and slid open. I clambered out and staggered to the couch. My legs buckled under me and I fell face first onto the couch, feeling exhaustion settle over me like an a hundred pound weight. Unable to stop it, my eyes closed and I fell asleep, praying that the nightmares would leave me alone just one. Praying that they would let me have one peaceful sleep.


Hope you guys enjoyed chapter 2! I again apologize for not getting it out sooner.

I wasn't going to say anything until later, but daphrose brought this to my attention in her review, this isn't in any shape or form a brase story. I'm sorry to disappoint, I just don't support that ship. If you want to, you can imagine it as brase, but that's not what I intend it to be.

Anyway, thanks for reading and I'll see you next chapter.