Bree's P.O.V.

When my eyes open again, I see Leo's face looking worriedly into mine. "Bree! Thank goodness! I was so worried! Are you okay? What happened?" he asks.

I blink slowly and look at him. "I don't know." I begin, my voice shaking, "I started thinking about- I found out about th-the incident that happened with, um Giselle. I had a funny feeling and I knew something wasn't right. So I-I looked at the surveillance tapes from that day. I saw, I, Leo, Tr-he-" I stopped when I couldn't speak anymore.

Leo's eyes widen and his hands fly to my arms again. Just thinking about it again makes me feel a bit like I did a few minutes ago. "You saw what happened?" he asks.

I squint my eyes, analyzing him. "You knew too? It was bad enough that Chase lied to me, but you, Leo? I can't believe this!" I exclaim, my face in my hands.

"No! Bree, that isn't how it was! He was trying to protect you when he told you that. And we had to go along with it because, by the time we got there, he had already told you that story." he explains.

"So you didn't make it up together? Chase just thought it would be a good idea to lie to me about what happened and he didn't even ask anyone before he did it? I should have known. It's just like him to think that his ideas are better than anyone else's and to assume that he is always right." I say, sitting up.

"Bree, don't be mad at him for this. He didn't mean to hurt you. He was just trying to help." Leo says, trying to save Chase.

"No, I was mad. I was really angry and hurt, but, when I went to confront him about it, there was something else besides anger, Leo. I was scared. More scared than I was when it happened. It was weird and you probably think I'm crazy because, well I kinda think I'm crazy too. I mean, it's Chase! I know he wouldn't hurt me, and I know he is a good person, but I feel like I can't trust him anymore to tell me the truth. I feel like I can't trust him with anything! And the fact that he scares me scares me." I explain, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding in.

"Bree, is that why you were having a panic attack a few minutes ago? Did you see chase a few minutes ago and have a panic attack right after?" he asks, concerned.

My eyes widen at the realization. "That was a panic attack?" I ask.

"Yeah. I remember mom having them for awhile right after my dad- right after the accident. I was really little, but I know that that is what it was. It was scary. Bree, maybe you should talk to Douglas and see what he can do. Or maybe see Mr. Davernport or mom." he says.

"Yeah, okay. I guess you are right. I mean, it was really scary. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think. I thought I was going to die. Again." I breathe, chuckling at my bad joke.

Leo stands up and extends his hand to help me up as well. "Let's talk to big D. he will know what to do," he says.

"Oh, Leo? Don't tell Adam or Chase about my, uh, my incident today, okay?" I ask him.

He smiles softly, his eyes showing concern and love.

"Okay." is all he says as we walk to Mr. Davenport's room.

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Talking to Mr. Davenport was hard. I didn't know that the boys had kept what happened back in Giselle's lab a secret from him too. He had no idea what happened back there. And Leo and I had to explain the whole thing. But even though it was hard to talk to him about it, I don't think I've ever loved my dad more. He was really worried when I told him about everything that happened and he was even more worried when Leo told him about my panic attack. He promised to go and personally find the best person to help me, after, of course, I assured him that that person is not himself. He hugged me and told me I am going to get better and that I'm going to be alright. Right now he and Leo have gone to speak with Chase and Adam, respectively. I told Leo it was okay for him to tell Adam. Besides, I don't think I could handle telling that story again. I tried to talk Mr. Davenport out of it, but he insisted on talking to Chase. He said he wants to know why he did it and make sure he knows how wrong he was. I feel almost sorry for Chase because I know Mr. Davenport will really make him feel bad, but, then again, he does deserve to feel horrible.

As for me, I'm with Tasha, trying not to cry again because I am really sick of it. "Honey, I know it's hard, but I need you to tell me what you remember so that I can understand what I need to do for you. Please, sweetie, let me in there with you," she says, touching my head near my temple.

Again, trying really hard not to cry. Or, like, die or something. I take a deep breath and continue. "Okay. I just remember Troy offering me a deal. He said that my family would get to go free; unharmed. I only had to stay with him; offer myself as a sacrifice to save my family. And I said yes. Then everything happened so fast. It's all a blur. I just remember pain. A lot of pain. Everywhere. And hands. I know they weren't real. I know he wasn't real. But it felt real. His hands, they burnt me. Not with fire, but with hate and crushing determination to hurt me. He just wanted to hurt me. And the evidence is still all here. I have bruises all over my body from his hands. And when it was over, when I realized what he had done, I closed my eyes and wished for him to kill me. And I think he would've except that-" I swallow hard, "Chase saved me. If only he hadn't turned around and stabbed me right after, I might be with him now, thanking him."

Tasha just nods, her eyes watery as well. And I know she knows that. And his betrayal hurts her too. But she doesn't know, she can't understand just how much he hurt me by what he did.