A/N I'm back. Be afraid, be very afraid. Jk shout out to scribbler123. Your comment made my day.

Chase's pov

I was scared, scared of my past, scared of what I could do, scared of myself. Eventually Bree let go and Adam came over and sat down behind her. Bree wordlessly took my left hand and rolled up my sleeve. The gauze on my arm was already turning crimson and I was starting to feel light-headed. Mr. Davenport came over and un-wrapped the gauze. so he could examine the cut on my arm. "You need stitches," was all he said before looking at my other arm.

He walked off, most likely to get the first aid kit. When he came back he had a bottle of something and everything needed to do stitches. He opened the bottle and poured the liquid on my arms.I'm not sure what it was, but it burned like crazy. I clenched my teeth, but other than that I didn't show any sign of pain. He stitched up both of my arms then took out his cell phone to call someone.

I just stared off into space thinking about nothing, despite the situation. I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked over to see my older brother, Adam, sitting next to me. "You should get some sleep," was all he said. I suddenly realized how tired I was. Although I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep because of what just happened. I just sighed in response.

Mr. Davenport finally finished his phone call, but sill didn't say anything. Instead he grabbed his car keys and left. Slamming the door as he went. I turned to see Adam looking at me. I'm not sure why I did what I did next, but either way I still did it. I through my arms around Adam's neck and hugged him. He froze for a second before hugging me back.

I'm not sure how long we were like that, but when we finally let go a car was pulling up in the drive way. It was Leo, Tasha, and Mr. Davenport. Mr. Davenport must have gone and picked them up. When they came inside it was obvious that Tasha had been crying. "Everyone go downstairs. "Tasha and I need to talk," Mr. Davenport said sternly. We all just wordlessly walked down to the lab. When we got down to the lab Leo decided to brake the silence just like he breaks everything else. Annoyingly. He started asking me a ton of questions, but for the first time in my life I didn't feel like talking. Finally Bree told Leo to shut up and I can think in piece. Now how am I gonna get out of this? You could kill yourself. Shut up, no one asked you.

I guess the only way is to come clean and tell them the truth. Spike did it. "Hey Frankenstein, Davendork told me to tell you to come upstairs. I just wordlessly walked upstairs, planning out what I'm gonna say in my head. The elevator ride seemed way longer, yet way faster than usual. When arrived upstairs I stepped out of the elevator to see Mr. Davenport and Tasha sitting on the couch. "Have a seat Chase," Mr. Davenport said while patting the spot on the couch next to him.

I walked over and sat down next to him. "Care to explain yourself," was all he said, obviously trying to keep his emotions in check. I took a deep breathe before beginning my explanation. "I didn't cut my wrists. Spike did. I just cleaned up after him. He also did this," I explained while showing him the older cut that was already almost healed. Mr. Davenport seemed to process the information before adapting an angry and disappointed look. Well that can't be good. "Chase Maria Davenport that's a lie and you know it. Spike had no reason to come out. Plus Spike is made to protect you. He would never hurt you. In fact he can't hurt you. Now go down to the lab you can come back upstairs when your ready to tell the truth. Until then your grounded," he shouted.

My heart sunk, I told him the truth and he didn't believe me. I knew it was pointless to argue. Even more so when he's mad. He wouldn't even listen to me if I tried. Besides, i'm already in enough trouble. I just sighed and walked over to the elevator. I felt tears in my eyes, but I refused to cry in front of Mr. Davenport.

When I got in o the elevator though I let the tears flow freely. When the elevator got to the lab it opened with a ding. Getting the attention of my siblings. When they noticed that I was crying they started asking me what happened. "He didn't believe me. I told him the truth and he didn't believe me," I whispered.

Adam and Bree seemed to exchange some sort of knowing look before coming over and hugging me.

About an our later Mr. Davenport came down to the lab. I was sitting on the cyber desk with Adam, my head on his shoulder. Bree was on her phone in one of the chairs next to the cyber desk. "Chase I need to speak with you in private," was all Mr. Davenport said. "You can say anything you were gonna say to me in front of my siblings," I replied boldly while taking my head off Adam's shoulder. "I've arranged for you to meet with a therapist. She's one of my most trusted employees. She's also a licensed phycologist and therapist," he explained. I was shocked that he would go as far as thinking I need a therapist. "No," I said confidently in response. "You don't have a choice. She'll come to the house tomorrow at 2:00," and with that he went upstairs.

I do not wanna go to a therapist. I don't need a therapist. I et my head fallback onto Adam's shoulder. "Maybe it's for the best," Bree said while putting her hand on my knee. I just glared at her, stood up, and walked into the other room attached to the lab. I made sure to close the doors behind me. Normally I would go in my capsule or up to my room, but my capsule's broken and i'm not allowed to go upstairs.

Ugh… could this day get any worse. Cue bad thing that makes me realize it can.

A/N Sorry it's short kinda just a filler. Expect some interesting things next chapter. Can anyone guess how chase will react to his therapist? On a related note, I will never go to a therapist. Why? You may ask. Split the word and this is what you get. The rapist. Need I say more? toodles!