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Chapter 3: Nobody's Home
Chase's P.O.V
I look up at the fuzzy figure making out the outlines.
"Hey there," he smiles relieved.
"Adam?" I croak.
"Careful," he says.
He helps me sit up but I feel too weak. Adam supports my back with one arm while the other goes under my legs. He picks me up easily and places me on the bed after literally throwing my papers on the floor. I sigh letting my eyes close. In a matter of seconds I feel the bed dip and I suddenly remember Adam's still here. Not only that, I finally realize that he knows. Slowly I open my eyes. Hazel meets dark chocolate eyes.
"What happened?" He asks.
"Nothing," I mutter.
"Chase...what the hell is going on?" He demands.
"Nothing," I snap.
His rough hands go around my biceps. I wince in pain. His eyes darken and I can see anger in them. He rips off the sleeves of my shirt, exposing my arms. His eyes widen in shock.
"This isn't the first?"
I shake my head no as I bite my lip nervously. I know what he's seeing. Old scars and the pink healing ones and the recently cut.
"Why?"
"I don't know," I mumble.
His index finger traces along the new scar from a few days ago but avoids the bleeding cut one's. The touch is gentle and soft.
"...I'm...I'm just tired...tired of being me...of living," I finally answer.
His gaze leaves my scar littered arms to meet mine again.
"Why?" He repeats.
"School, home, problems...it's too much to bear. I try to be perfect in everything I do but I'm unappreciated, bullied in school," I laugh bitterly confessing, "and at home, where I'm supposed to feel safe and wanted."
"Chasey you ar-"
"You know it's true," I interrupt.
"You're not alone," he whispers.
"Then why does it feel like it?"
"If this is about me-"
"Not you...not only you...Mr. Davenport's expectations and major ego...then there's Bree's sarcastic jokes, how her life sucks, and how she hates being here and related to us. Then there's you ," I gulp.
Adam gets up and rummages through my drawers. He pulls out a white box and comes back. Without another word he begins to pour hydrogen peroxide to clean my cuts. Then he wraps my wrists in gauze.
"I don't want to be another reason...you should rest," he packs everything up and places it back.
"It just feels like nobody's home...at least nobody that cares.."
When he comes back it's to tuck me in bed and kiss my forehead.
"Adam-"
"I won't tell," he promises.
My eyes droop as the exhaustion catches up from almost dying. But I resist the urge to sleep.
"Thanks," I whisper.
"Don't fight it," he smiles sadly.
"Adam...stay...until I fall asleep...please," I plea.
He nods and takes a seat on my bed.
"You don't have to ask."
Adam's P.O.V
I watch over Chase until he falls asleep like I promised. Quickly I rush downstairs to get some supplies. I creep back into his room and head to the bathroom. I hold my breath as I enter. There's a lot of blood. Too much from someone as small as Chase.
I get on my knees and start to scrub the evidence away. The dried blood on my hands peel at the exertion. This won't happen again. That's my mission.
I rise from the now spotless floor. I can still picture all the blood. I shake my head and look down at my clothes.
I need to burn these, I note.
I get up to dump the bloody water down the drain. I check the time and notice it's only been thirty minutes. Before I think of anything else I hear my name being called frantically.
I run to the other room. I find Chase freaking out. He's crying into his hands, his head buried. I stride to the bed and engulf my baby brother in my arms.
"Ssh," I hush rocking back and forth.
I let him cry on my shoulder. When he finally stops I slightly pull back.
"What happened?" I ask.
"Nightmare...I...I," he sniffles.
I hold him tighter knowing he needs the warmth and comfort right now.
"I'm sorry Adam," he apologizes.
"It's fine, you're okay," I assure.
He nods weakly.
"I need to get rid of this," I motion to our clothes.
He holds me closer, "don't go."
"I won't. But this has to go," I get up and take off my sweater.
He bites his plump lip and turns to look away.
"You can look," I say.
He faces me again and visibly relaxes as I turn to leave.
"Just leave the clothes in that pile of rags and sleep. I'll burn them later," I walk out the door and head for my room.
I step in the shower completely naked and let the hot water cascade over my bloody body. I see the pink swirl down and I shudder despite the scorching heat. I knew and I had no excuse not to tell. But Chase needs me now and I won't abandoned him or use him. He's been through so much already. And I'll make sure to protect him, because I know what he's thinking. And it's not true. He didn't need to be put down by some stupid people. He deserves better. Better than anything I could ever offer...
Nobody's Home-One Ok Rock