'ello, people! I'm so excited that a lot of people replied to chapter two!! Special thanks to Ghostwriter626, Zoey.Chase4eva, Miss-Frenchie, alex (aka arhodes765), and poemluver34!! It means a lot. So as a reward for your fabulous reviews, here's chapter three.
Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101, yadda yadda yadda…
Chase was almost never afraid of anything. True, he did become a little scared at Halloween the previous year, and when he had his chemistry midterm. Other than those times, and a few others, he was normally fearless.
But right now, he was terrified.
The bus ride to Zoey's hometown was long and exhausting, costing him a great deal of money. Chase had no idea what was going on, but he knew that it was not good. He was willing to do everything he could for the one he loved, for Zoey.
After many hours of riding on the hot bus, the driver stopped it with a halt and yelled the name of Zoey's town. Startled, Chase leapt of the bus with relief. He knew where he was, and decided to walk the half mile to Zoey's house. As he was walking quickly down the road, he spotted a figure ahead of him that looked strangely familiar.
Chase screwed up his eyes to make it easier to tell who it was. He recognized the dirty brown bob, and suddenly the figure was rushing towards him, yelling his name.
"Chase!"
"Zoey? Is that you?"
He was suddenly overwhelmed by Zoey's entire weight, due to the fact that she had collapsed into his arms. Hugging her tightly, he sighed. "Oh, Zoey…."
She stepped back after he helped her regain her balance, and he nearly gasped when he saw her face. Streaks of mascara were stained down her cheeks as if she had been crying. A large bruise was swelling rapidly around her eye, and her lip was cut and bleeding.
"Zoey, what happened to you?" he said, worried. "I've never seen you like this before."
Zoey was clutching his arms as if she were hanging on for dear life. "Chase, we've got to get out of here." Zoey whispered, her eyes darting around as if she were looking for something. "It's not safe. I—"
Her words were interrupted by a loud bang behind her. A tall man stood, gun in hand. "YOU LITTLE BITCH!" he screamed at Zoey, waving the gun in the air. "I'M GOING TO GET YOU AND KILL YOU!"
"Chase, let's go!" Zoey said quickly. "Hurry!"
Chase couldn't move. The very fear he had in his mind prevented him from thinking straight. He didn't even notice Zoey tugging on his arm, but rather stood stock-still, unable to move. Only when he heard a single gunshot did he snap back into reality. Zoey's father had fired the gun into the air and was yelling at the two teens.
"Come on, Chase!" Zoey said urgently. "We have to get out of here!"
She gasped out of surprise and screamed as her father pointed the gun at her and fired. Zoey squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the pain. But she never felt anything.
"NO!" her father shouted. Out of anger, he aimed the gun at himself instead. Zoey heard a loud bang and then silence.
Zoey didn't take notice of this. She didn't give a damn what her monster of a father did. All she cared about was Chase. To save Zoey, he had stepped in front of her, taking the bullet for himself. Zoey took off her sweatshirt and used it to cover Chase's chest, which was bleeding furiously.
He was barely conscious, but he opened his eyes just enough to see the one he loved, stained with his own blood, shedding tears over him.
"Oh, Chase." Zoey whispered. "I'm sorry."
sniffles Aww, poor Chase! Never fear, readers, it's nothing but smooth sailing through the upcoming chapters. Chase will be okay…but never completely the same again. Just keep on reading to see what's next!!
xoxo
