Ok, so I know updates for a lot of fics, (including this one) are long overdue, but I have to make due with first semester finals being in one and a half weeks, and me having lots of shitty homework, including an essay for English recently that I had to stay up past 1 am to finish since it was very difficult since I can't write non fiction. What's the 2nd word in Fanfiction? FICTION for cryin' out loud!

Enough of that, I hope all of you had a good thanksgiving and have a good Christmas if you don't see any updated by then (Which I hope that won't end up being the case *crosses fingers*). But now what you all have been waiting for, Chapter 20 of In The Dark.

Chapter 20

~Cover up with make up in the mirror, tell yourself it's never gonna happen again. You cry alone and then he swears he loves you. Do you feel like a man, When you push her around? Do you feel better now, as she falls to the ground? Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end. As your lies crumble down, a new life she has found. A pebble in the water makes a ripple effect, every action in this world will bear a consequence. If you wait around forever you will surely drown... -Red Jumpsuit Apparatus- Face Down~

Chase sighed, looking out the window of his room. He looked down at the cuts and scars on his wrists. Chase sighed. "I need to make sure he doesn't hurt Emily again." He said, slipping out the window with his bags. Chase walked all the way to the airport, quickly getting a ticket for the next flight to Arizona, and boarding the plane once his flight was called. He mentally groaned at how loud the inside of the plane was, before pulling his ipod and headphones out of his bag, falling asleep to all his music on shuffle.

Chase tossed and turned as he slept against the uncomfortable airplane seat. Luckily there was nobody else sitting in his row. His dream was another nightmare, almost lucid. His mumbles were strangled sounds made of numbers, yelps, cries, and letters, almost unheard to the other passengers.

Like his last nightmare, Emily stood over him. She was holding a knife, with a gun wedged in the waistband of her pants. A tall, muscular man with an unkind, angry look on his face stood behind her. Her father. Chase's eyes widened at that realization. Suddenly, the man laughed, almost cackling, as he moved closer to Chase. His mouth cracked into a wicked smiled. "Go on, Emily." He sneered. "Go ahead and kill that freak." Emily looked back at him. "Father, I..." She stuttered deeply, twisting the fingers of her hand that wasn't holding the knife into the bottom of her greyish black shirt.

Chase bit his lip. He has no idea what Emily was about to say, even by her facial expression. What if she was just playing with his factual mind, and only tricking him into thinking that she would displease her father and not kill him? Suddenly Emily's eyes changed to a greenish red. She then turned around and lunged at Chase, clawing his face. "You're such a bastard." Her voice was robotic as she scratched across Chase's chest with the knife. Chase yelped as he felt a burning sensation across his chest. Emily smirked, her pale skin almost glowing in the dim light.

Chase began to cough as Emily stabbed him in the chest where one of his lungs was. Emily cackled as his lung filled with blood where he was stabbed. Chase coughed even more, starting to cough up blood. Emily's dad would have wanted to watch Chase suffer, but something inside Emily made her want Chase to die peacefully. She then closed her eyes and shot Chase in the head. Chase screamed as the bullet flew towards him, and then he fell backwards as the bullet flew through his brain and out the other side. His eyes closed and his breathing slowed to a stop as his heart stopped beating.

Emily backed up to where her dad was, blinking as he eyes turned back to their normal green. She gasped, covering her mouth with her hand as she realized what she just did. She kneeled down next to Chase, sobbing. She just killed her boyfriend, her only love. Emily choked out a gasp as her dad grabbed her by the neck. "You're useless now..."

Chase woke up with a start as the plan landed, covered in a cold sweat. He quickly gathered his carry on, and since he was near the front, he practically ran off the plane. He tapped his foot as he waited for his suitcase to appear on the luggage carousal, then he quickly hailed a cab and got the hell out of there. It was suffocatingly hot, almost 110 degrees despite it being January. Of course. He thought. I'm in Arizona. He's in Arizona. Chase didn't say anything to the driver the whole cab ride, he just looked out the window.

Once the taxi stopped at his hotel, he paid the driver and grabbed his luggage as quickly as he could without having Super Speed like Bree, and trudged inside. He grabbed his room key as silently as possible when he checked in, and then took the slow elevator to his room. Chase collapsed on the bed, exhausted from what he had just done. Tomorrow, I do what I have to do.

WOOO! I know it's way, way past Christmas, but at least it's a new Chappy, with school shit, everything I'm writing and everything else. I hope you guys like this chapter and have a good day/night, whatever. And don't forget to do your spring/still winter cleaning.

Xoxo, Breana.