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~~~~~~~~Day Skip~~~~~~~
Chase P.O.V
It's been a few days since I got home. Still no Adam. But now Mr. Davenport wants us to go back to school. Uggghhhhh! I HATE MY LIFEEEEEEEEEEEE
When I wake up, I realize I'm in my capsule. Oh yeah, Mr. Davenport says I have to sleep down here again since I'm fully recovered. Ok let's see, Bree is still asleep, and Adam... Oh yeah, I forgot, *sighs*.
I lazily lay my hand on the front of the bullet proof glass and push the door open. I drag my feet over to Bree's capsule and knock hard enough for her to hear. I wince when I see her face, she's an ugly sleeper. After a minute or so, she finally opens her eyes. I walk over to the cyber desk and program it to change our clothes for school. It waits for me to get in and close my capsule door before it goes the through the process of cleaning and clothing us. After its finished I step out, along with a now fully awake Bree.
"Thanks dork," I hear her mutter before racing upstairs for breakfast.
Instead of following her, I decide to sit criss-cross applesauce in front of Adams capsule. My forehead leaning on the glass, while my eyes gaze inside.
"Adam please come home. We need you. I need you," I cry before getting up and drowsily walking to the elevator.
When I get upstairs, the smell of bacon and eggs punches my nose like a fist. My mind says 'mmmmmm yummy' my stomach says 'uh nope'.
"You hungry honey? I made the bacon just how you like it today, and the eggs are low fat too!" Tasha greets happily.
"Thanks Tasha, but I'm not that hungry," I sigh. I hear Mr. Davenport sigh as well, before taking another sip of his coffee.
I walk over to the bar stool and take a seat next to Bree, though when I sit, she picks up her food and walks to the couch.
"Hey, where's Leo?" I ask after looking around.
"Leo's sick today, so he's staying home," Mr. Davenport informs.
"Awwwwww, no Leo?!" Bree madly exclaims. Wow that's weird, she never showed that much concern for me. Especially when I was in a coma! But Leo gets a head cold, and she's just about ready to die. I was her brother first anyway. *sighs* Whatever, I'm used to it by now.
"Guys lets go your late, I'll drive you," Mr. Davenport says, while we follow him out.
Bree P.O.V
By the time we reach school, first period already started. Ugghh. Mr. Davenport takes us to the office to sign us in late. When he leaves, Chase & I walk out the office, but not before getting some insults from Perry.
After both of us go to our lockers, we both head our separate ways to class. Me to English, Chase to Study Hall. Lucky him.
~~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~
It was right after first period when I decided to walk to the other side of school to talk to my friends, since I didn't get to this morning. We talked for a while until the bell rang for the next class. Ughhhhh, I'm not going to get back to the other side of school in time! Speeding is out the picture, there's to many people, and cameras out here.
I finally make it back to the main entrance of the school in a few minutes. The hallways are empty now though. Wow, it's like dead silent.
I spoke too soon because I start to hear light crying coming from somewhere. After a few seconds, the light crying starts to sound like full on sobbing. I follow the sound to the janitor closet, then pull open the door. Of course, Chase. But something about him makes me stay instead of walking back to class in annoyance.
When I close the janitors door after I step inside, he finally looks up at me. What I see is not pretty. His eyes are red & puffy from crying, although one has a black ring around it. His cheeks have bruises that are still turning blue and purple, with a yellow color around the edges. His arms have some too, along with a cut or two. His breathing seems jagged, like he can't control it. And his body is shaking.
"Chase what happened?" I ask, for the first time I am truly concerned.
"They came...and they-they...they s-started attacking. I-I jus-just ran...but they-they got me...and-and-and," he starts before he breaks out into sobs again.
I start to pat his back and sit next to him. Suddenly, I am pulled closer to his and he wraps his arms around my torso. My arms float in the air and I freeze, unsure what to do. But soon my arms relax automatically and I pull him into a hug. When he feels me bring him closer, like a dam he starts sobbing even more. His cries were heart-breaking. And for the first time, I realized how much damage I've done to my little brother. I feel so guilty. Each cry makes me feel more guilty and heart-broken of what I've done, and it hurts to the point where I start crying myself. I wasn't there for him. I helped bully him. I'm no sister. He is crying because of me. As a sister, my job is to make sure he never cries, and I do the exact opposite.
After what feels like hours, we both stop our crying, and everything is silent. Every now and then I hear a feel sniffles and whimpers from Chase though.
"Chase, you ready to go back to class?" I whisper.
As soon as the last word breaks out my mouth, Chase squeezes my arm tight and curls around it, as if holding on for dear life.
"PLEASE! PLEASE NO! I can't PLEASE! Bree I can't they-they'll get me. I can't! Everyone hates me, you don't get it!" He cries.
"Ok, ok Chase," I think for a moment, "how about if I go to all your classes with you?"
"Bree, I don't want you to get hurt," he sighs.
"How do you think I feel? Watching you get hurt every single day, for no reason really. And I'm the big sister, I'm supposed to protect you, and instead I've been doing the opposite," I express.
"Thanks Bree," he whispers into my chest.
"Sorry for everything Chase, I haven't really been much into you life, and I haven't been there for you at all. And seeing how this al turned out, I feel guilty. Very guilty."
"It's ok Bree, I know you never really meant it, your my sister," he smiles.
"Thanks Chase," I smile back.
"Now let's get out of here, the smell is finally starting to get to me," I shudder. I help both Chase and I get up and we walk to his class.
~~~~~In the Classroom~~~~~
"Chase, your late," the teacher says, as soon as we walk in, "And Bree why are you here? This isn't your class."
"I'm here to help Chase. He uhhhhh...got a concussion, and ummmm...the nurse wants me to help him in all of his classes, to uhh...make sure that he doesn't get dizzy...and fall over...which he has been doing," I lie, badly.
I emphasize my point, I signal Chase by shoving him with my elbow. He looks over and understands, so he pretends to get dizzy and fall, but before he does, I pretend to catch him.
"Oh, uh ok. Well um, take your seats," the teacher shrugs, unsure.
I follow Chase to the back of the class where he usually sits, and luckily the seat next to him is empty.
"Look, Davendork is here!" One of the jocks smile devilishly, but talk so only the people in our area can here.
"And he's got a little boo-boo. Too bad your hubby ain't here, he would give you cuddles to make it all better right?" Another one taunts.
I look over at Chase and see him slide down in his seat so he's slouching, and crosses his arms up so they cover part of his face.
"What's wrong stupid, can't talk? Maybe we can help you out with that," the first adds.
After making sure the teacher isn't watching, they start punching him. One of hit too hard and Chase falls out his chair. He lands in the middle of their isle, so they start kicking him. That's it, I'm done.
"HEY!" I shout, getting their attention, probably everyone else's too.
"Don't you touch my brother!" I growl, while helping Chase up.
"Mr. Jacobs & Mr. Reynolds, principles office now!" The teacher drags them outside the class.
"Chase you ok?" I ask, dusting him off.
"Just dandy," he mumbles, limping back to his seat.
But as soon as he sits down, the bell rings and it's time for the next class. I help Chase out his seat and down the hallways. I let him lean on me for support, and I carry some of his books for him. We don't say anything in the hallway and we finally reach his class. We give the same excuse for every class and teacher who asks why I'm with Chase and they all buy the concussion story.
~~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~
Finally! Lunch. Chase walks to his locker with his books and I walk to mine. Before I close mine though, my friends seems to pop out thin air and surround me. We start gossiping about a few boys at our school while walking to our lunch table.
Right when we were getting to the topic of our Instagram accounts, a crash is heard from the middle of the lunch room and everyone goes silent. I turn around and gasp, but freeze on the spot.
Laying in the middle of the cafeteria is Chase, covered in mashed potatoes, mac & cheese, chocolate milk, meatloaf & gravy, along with choppy jello. I look and see the jocks still spilling their trays on him. Then finally, one pulls out a bag of tater-tots and starts spilling them on him.
"TATER-THOT! TATER-THOT!" The whole cafeteria chants.
Chase finally gets up, tears sliding down his face, mixing with gravy, and runs our the cafe. Wow that must be terrible.
Me still frozen, stare at the direction of the doors where Chase ran out. In the background I hear all the laughs and insults of everyone talking about Chase. Finally, I break out my trance and jolt out the doors to find Chase.
I find Chase in a fatal position, right in front of a locker crying his eyes out into his knees. I walk over, but when I look where he's sitting, I realize he's in front of Adam's locker. I take a seat next to him, and just sit back, thinking of what to say. Finally the words flow out my mouth.
"Chase, don't cry. Forget about all those people. You can't let them ruin your day. They are wrong. Just because they don't approve of your relationships, doesn't mean you have to let it affect you. And when they see that they aren't affecting you, they'll give up and won't mess with you," I start.
"But I wish that they would accept me for who I am," he cries.
"I do too, but it's not always going to happen that way. Sorry but, the world is not a wish granting factory," I admit.
"Thanks Bree, your right," he smiles.
"Aren't I always?" I joke. "Now let's get home, mashed potatoes is not a good look on you," I say in disgust. Chase laughs and we both walk home.
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