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AN: Just so you know, in this story, Bree and Chase are both seventeen.
Adam's PoV:
Four months. It had been four months since our enemy, Victor Krane, took Bree. I missed my baby sister more and more each day; we all did. But no one missed her more than Chase. He barely ate or slept; he barely did anything. Oddly enough, we haven't had any more missions since Bree was taken. We didn't go to school anymore, and we didn't plan on going back until Krane returned Bree.
My family dealt with Bree's disappearance in different ways. Even though we all cried, Tasha cried more than any of us. She would cry while she was cooking, while she was cleaning- she pretty much cried all the time.
Leo, however, would silently cry with his mother and comfort her. But sometimes, he would have "silent lapses" as we called them. He would just go completely quiet for hours, sometimes days, on end. But he seemed to be taking the situation well.
Mr. Davenport was always on his computer; well, almost always. If he wasn't on his computer, trying to track Bree down, he was sitting somewhere and muttering about how he should've been a better father to Bree. How he should've listened more and spent time with her.
Chase would just lay in Bree's bed and sob, looking at every picture of Bree that he could find, good or bad, on his phone. He rarely left Bree's room for anything.
And me? Well, I was doing okay. And by okay, I mean horrible. I tried not to cry in front of my family, or even during the day. But at night, all of my emotions would just escape. I would sob, longing to see my sister again, even if just for a second. I had never really appreciated Bree's presence in my life until she disappeared, which is honestly sad to say. Just like Mr. Davenport, I had never spent as much time with Bree as I should have, even when all that we knew was the lab. And now, I was regretting that deeply.
On a rainy Tuesday evening after dinner, I sat with Leo on the couch. Tasha and Mr. Davenport were cleaning up in the kitchen, and Chase was (as usual) curled up in Bree's bed, sobbing his heart out. Leo and I were trying to watch a movie, but neither of us could get into it. All we could think about was Bree.
Suddenly the doorbell rang, and I got up to answer it. When I opened the door, I almost had a heart attack. Because a bloody and bruised Bree was standing right in front of me. I froze in shock, my mouth hanging open slightly. My sister didn't move either; she just stood infront of me, trying to gauge my reaction.
"Bree," I whispered. I grabbed Bree into a hug as sobs racked not only my body but Bree's as well. I fell to the floor, landing on my butt. But I didn't care. I had my sister back. And I would definitely be her protector from now on.
We sat there like that for probably about two minutes before I became aware of my family's presence. I pulled back from our hug and looked at Bree's face. Anger filled me when I saw the bruises, cuts, and one black eye.
With tears flowing out of his eyes, Mr. Davenport dropped onto his knees next to me and hugged Bree as well. Tasha and Leo joined the hug, and I wrapped my arms around my family. We cried for about ten minutes before we broke apart due to the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs.
We all looked up to see none other than Chase standing at the bottom of the stairs, staring at us. I let go of my family, putting my arms back at my sides. Slowly, but not too slowly, the rest of my family followed my example. We all stood up, and I held Bree's arm in assistance as she slowly rose.
Sensing that Chase and Bree needed to be alone, I motioned for my family to follow as I quietly and quickly left the room.
Chase's PoV:
"Bree," I whispered, staring at said person.
"Chase," Bree whispered back. I rushed forward and grabbed Bree, my arms circling around her waist and her arms circling my neck. I lifted her up and spun her around, tears leaking out of both of our eyes.
When I set Bree back down, I leaned forward, my arms still around her, and kissed Bree. I poured all of my love and passion for the love of my life into that kiss, and I could tell that she was doing the same. Our lips fused together, moving in perfect sync. We kissed for probably about two minutes straight, neither of us wanting to ever stop.
When we broke apart, I rested my forehead against Bree's, my eyes closed. I opened my eyes, however, when I felt Bree's hand on my cheek. I stared into her chocolate brown eyes, and she stared into my hazel ones. Her hand rubbed my cheek and jawline for a moment, as if memorizing my features by sight and touch. Then her hand slid onto the back of my neck, and she brought my lips down to her's again.
We began to kiss again, though this time, it was short lived. I pulled back, wanting to know what her injuries were. I looked at Bree's beautiful face, and saw a sight that enraged me. Bree's face was covered with bruises and cuts, and she had a minor black eye. Her arms looked pretty bad too, and I figured that her legs didn't look much better.
"What did he do to you?" I whispered, bringing my hand up to stroke Bree's cheek. I traced one of the cuts, and Bree hissed in pain. "I'm sorry," I apologized, still whispering.
"It's fine," Bree responded, keeping her voice at the same level as mine.
"We need to clean you up," I told her, "Then we can go lay down together or something."
"Laying down together sounds wonderful," Bree said quietly, closing her eyes.
"Okay." I picked Bree up in a bridal hold and carried her down to the lab, where Mr. Davenport and Adam were. "We need to take care of her injuries," I announced, now speaking at a normal volume.
"We know. We didn't want to rush you two," Mr. Davenport replied.
"Thank you," I told him.
Mr. Davenport gave a small, sad smile. "You're welcome." I laid a now unconscious Bree on the cyber desk, and I started to stroke her hair. I noticed Mr. Davenport staring at me, and I glanced at him for a second before returning my gaze to Bree.
"What?" I asked, still not looking away from my girlfriend.
"You really love her, don't you?"
"Yes," I answered truthfully.
Mr. Davenport started to clean some of the cuts on Bree's face, and the sad smile that he had possessed before was back. "I always hoped that Bree would find a guy like you one day. And while I never thought that it would ACTUALLY be you, I'm happy that you guys are together. You treat her well, and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that you guys are in love. You look at her like she's the most beautiful person in the world."
"She is. To me she is, at least."
Mr. Davenport smiled. "Well, even though I know that you will, as Bree's father, I'm obligated to say this: you take care of her. And if you don't, if you ever make her cry or hurt, I won't hesitate to tell Adam to take care of you."
"I promise you, I would never dream of hurting your daughter, sir," I said jokingly. But I meant it, and Mr. Davenport knew that.
I watched as Mr. Davenport cleaned and bandaged Bree's injuries, helping whenever and however I could. I watched how the nervous and concerned look on Mr. Davenport's face never left, and how he was gentle with Bree. I saw fatherly love shining in his eyes, which held unshed tears.
And it was then that I realized something that I hadn't before: all these months, when I thought that I was the only one suffering from Bree's disappearance, Mr. Davenport, Adam, Tasha, and Leo had been suffering as well. I might've been Bree's boyfriend-no, her sould mate,- but they were her family. Even when we were little, Mr. Davenport, Adam, and I were always over-protective of Bree.
Mr. Davenport didn't let her spar with Adam until Bree and I were about thirteen years old. Adam was always careful to only throw me around, not Bree. And me? I was her shoulder to cry on, her rock. If someone even DREAMED of hurting her or messing with her, I would protect her no matter what.
"You love her just as much as I do," I whispered, looking at Mr. Davenport. He looked over at me as I continued. "Obviously, you love her in a different way. But you care about her more than you'll ever let on. Way more than she knows."
"I really do," Mr. Davenport confirmed, looking down at Bree's face. "When she was gone, the only thing that I could think about was her. I wanted to find her, and I knew that I could. But I also knew that if we went after her, she would die. And nothing killed me more than the thought of Bree dead." A tear slipped down his cheek, and he went on. "She's such a good person. But yet she's the one who always gets the short end of the stick. She cares about people, even if they don't care about her. She's naturally beautiful; she always has been. She's funny and nice, and when it comes down to it, she's always there for her family. She is the best daughter that I ever could've asked for, and it took her being kidnapped for me to realize that. I never spent enough time with her, but that's going to change. I'm going to let you have her to yourself for a week or two; but I do want to have some time with her too."
I nodded. "I completely understand."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Bree groaned and sat up slowly. "Hey," she said quietly. I wrapped an arm around Bree's waist and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"How do you feel, sweetheart?" Mr. Davenport questioned, brushing a strand of Bree's hair behind her ear.
"I'm okay," she answered.
"Bree, we have to ask," I said, glancing at Mr. Davenport nervously, "Krane...did he, you know...do anything besides beat you?"
"He starved me, but nothing else."
I breathed a sigh of relief, as did Mr. Davenport. While it wasn't good that Bree had been beaten and starved, we were just relieved that he hadn't...raped her. Bree was still innocent.
AN: There's chapter four! Something sorta...interesting will happen in the next chapter, so be on the lookout! Alright, well, I hope you liked it, and thanks for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and following, if you do! :D Later! :P