When Adam and Leo told Davenport about what happened, the billionaire had to lean against the kitchen counter for support, otherwise he would've fallen down. Tasha was speechless, but her eyes were brimming with tears.

As for Chase, he was nowhere to be found.

None of them could believe the truth. Bree had run off with Marcus. There had been no sign of a struggle - making Marcus' explanation more acceptable – and even if she was forced, she knew how to handle herself enough to escape.

"Do you think she'll ever come back?" Leo asked, looking to his step father for an answer.

However, Donald Davenport had nothing to say. He was simply staring at the ground, wondering where he went wrong to have Bree, practically his daughter, want to run away.

Tasha saw that he wasn't going to respond, so she walked over and wrapped an arm around her son's shoulders. "We don't know the full reason. Anything is possible at this point."

"Yeah, and it's Bree." Adam added, smirking. "She's not an idiot like me, she won't be able to stay away for long."

"But why did she leave in the first place?" Davenport questioned, his eyes still on the tiled floor. His tone held something resembling forced calmness.

The room went quiet. The mood was nothing but tense, and for good reason. But when Chase came out of the lab, a bag slung over his shoulder, everyone looked up.

"What are you-"

"I'm going to find her." Chase stated, gesturing to the brown bag. "I'm going to bring her back."

No one said anything as he walked toward the door, mainly because of his light hearted tone. They expected him of all people to be the most heartbroken after the way he had reacted to Bree's absence the days before.

"But you don't know where she is." Adam stated the obvious.

Chase sighed and turned to face them. "Well I'm going to find out. I'll be back as soon as I can."

He went for the door again, but by then Davenport had walked over and was holding the door closed with his elbow. "No."

"Let go." Chase demanded, not looking the inventor in the eye.

"I can't let you do this. You go out there and we might never see you again." Donald said in a flat tone. "I'm not letting you go."

"Do you want to find her or not?" Chase bit back, making eye contact.

"Of course I do! But this isn't the way to do it!" Donald said with wide eyes.

"How do you know? You didn't know that she ran away! Why should I listen-"

"Because you're not thinking clearly!" Davenport shouted. "Where were you going to go, huh? The school? You don't have the first clue as to where she is, just like the rest of us!"

"That's why I'm going out there! To find out! How the hell are we supposed to make sense of this while waiting here?" Chase asked incredulously.

"I don't know! I'm not exactly an expert in this kind of situation!" Donald admitted with an almost pained expression.

"Obviously!" Chase yelled.

Suddenly he was pushed against the wall, his back hitting the plaster with a loud thud. Davenport had a hold on his shoulders and was pressing hard into him, not intending to let up anytime soon.

"Stop it!" Tasha finally shouted.

Chase and Donald were too busy glaring at each other, but then the older man came to his senses. He tore his gaze away from Chase and looked at his wife, then at Adam and Leo's shocked expressions, then back at the boy in front of him.

He let go.

"You can't go. We'll figure something out, okay?" Davenport tried saying reasonably. Chase was still breathing heavily through his nose, the glare clear in his eyes. Davenport sighed. "Even you with your brilliance should know that it would be a lost cause to go out there without a lead."

If Chase realized that he was right, they wouldn't have known by his expression. He continued to scowl at Davenport as he threw his bag across the room, then ran up the stairs and disappeared.

Donald wouldn't look anyone in the eye as he said, "I'm going for a walk." Then he glanced at Tasha. "Don't wait up."

With that he walked out the front door.

Tasha, Adam and Leo stood in silence for a minute before Tasha patted his son's back. "Everything will be alright. Don't worry."

But even she didn't believe her words.

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Chase went straight for Bree's old room, breathing through his nose like an animal. He could feel Spike coming on, but he wasn't going to let him take over. He wanted to be there for everything.

He slammed the door shut behind him. His eyes scanned the room as his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. An overwhelming sense of anger flooded through him and he went for the closest thing to chuck it across the room like he had done with the bag.

Sometimes destruction helped.

But then something stopped him. Right as he was reaching for the item to throw – he'd decided on Tasha's sewing machine – he froze. It's like the anger was slowly fading. It was still there, just not as prominent.

He sighed and leaned against the door, feeling his heartbeat go back to normal. He knew why he had stopped right before a rampage – it's what Bree would've wanted. She was always a bit of a pacifist, which was pretty ironic considering her entire life involved violence.

Chase smirked at the thought of her, but it went as soon as it came. He could feel his heart drop when picturing her face in his mind, which only made it harder. Suddenly the fury he had felt just moments before for Davenport disappeared.

It was replaced with heartbreak.

He just couldn't understand why she had run off. Sure, she told him that she was slowly changing. That she was feeling more and more angry every day. But why? He was the smartest person on the planet and even he didn't know.

He loved her. Plain and simple, even if their relationship was complicated, he loved her. He didn't think of her as a sister, not in the slightest. Besides, they weren't even really related. And he thought that she harbored the same feelings.

If it was possible for Chase's heart to sink even further into his chest, it did. He realized that she never even knew how he felt for her. She left before he could tell her.

And now he didn't know if he'd ever get the chance to.

I know, Evil Bree didn't make an appearance yet… But hold on! She's coming, and I promise that it will be worth the wait! But it will be better if you don't see her for a while… :P

Anyway, I'm not super happy with how this chapter turned out. It's a bit of a filler I guess. I don't know, it just shows how everybody is feeling after they found out the truth. Sad, heartbroken, yada yada! XD

And I swear that the next update will be sometime this week! (To make up for this chapter) Hopefully this will hold you over for just a few more days? :)

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