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Tasha looked up at Janelle, returning her reassuring squeeze with a sad smile of her own. Then Janelle's hand moved back into her laps, and the two people returned to the silence that shared as the world around them, moved on.
-x-
Donald sat on his bed, the lights shut off in his room and his door locked. The inventor sat in the dark, while in front of him small beams of light from the setting sun reached into his room. Donald sighed, unsure of what to feel. His hands wrapped around around an unfinished rubrics cube, its colors mixed and matched.
He suddenly turned his head to the door, as the his ears caught the sound of a loud knock on the door.
"Dad? Dad are you in there?" Donald didn't answer, he just ignored it. Outside loud but muffled words were exchanged. "Dad, c'mon open up" The plea didn't get an answer. But after a moment of thinking, Donald decided to open the door. He had just stood up from the bed when the door came crashing down. Donald stood, staring shocked as his eldest son stepped calmly through the doorway.
"This is what happens when you don't open the door" Adam said, and walked over to his dad. Donald sat down on the bed, and Adam took a seat besides him. They just sat there, in silence watching the sun set over the small town from the large window of the mansion.
-x-
Suddenly, the hospital doors swung open harshly, grabbing the woman and the young girl's attention.
"Help, I need help here" Leo called out. He was quickly assisted, doctors and nurses came to him, taking away the injured man and wheeling him away by a stretcher.
As they took Douglas away, Leo managed to hear a soft 'thank you' above all the noises. Leo stared after the stretcher until it disappeared behind gray doors. When the grays doors in front of him closed him, Leo turned to the other side of the room, where Tasha and Janelle stood, staring at him.
"Mom!" he then ran into Tasha's arms bringing her close. Tasha let the tears fall, but this time it was not sadness, but happiness. After letting go of his mom, Leo turned to Janelle, who had a large smile on her face. "You remember" Janelle breathed. Leo smiled. Janelle then slammed her lips into his, causing him to slightly stumble back. But he caught himself and held onto her waist, as her hands hooked around his neck. It seemed like the two were never letting go.
-x-
"How's Chase" The question came out of nowhere. Adam didn't say anything yet, he just sat next to his dad, staring at the scenery outside the bedroom window. After a while, "He's fine". It was a short and simple answer, and Donald knew there was more to it then that. But he choose not say anything. The two ascended into a overly only pause. The sky was beginning to darken, and the light was beginning to lessen. Adam stared at the window once more, before he got up and walked quietly out of the room. Donald continued to keep his silence.
-x-
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"How is he?"
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"Fine. Just fine now"
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Chase strained his ears to listen. After a few long painful minutes, muffled words began to explain themselves,
"Don't be too loud, he finally fell asleep"
"I thought he already was asleep"
"No. Well, he was tossing and turning a lot"
"Oh"
After that silence. No more conversation between the two people. Chase didn't want to open his eyes, and his ears only heard the soft sound of the machines in the lab.
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Donald awoke from a restless slumber. He looked at the ceiling, trying to get his vision back to normal. Next to him the clock read 3:09 AM. He had only been sleeping for three hours. Donald sighed and turned away from the glowing clock, and squeezed his eyes shut.
Bree slightly moved in her capsule, her eyes squeezed shut.
The front door slammed shut. She pleaded and begged to be let inside again. The young girl banged with all her might on the wooden door. Even as she kicked and screamed, the door wouldn't open. She thought that he loved her... What..What did she do wrong?
Down the dark streets the young girl wandered, her face tear streaked, her hair matted and unkempt. She stumbled, her shadow dancing behind her. In her hand a back pack, stuffed with just a change of clothes. All she had besides the clothes that she wore.
The young girl sat heavily down on the stoop at the corner of the block, her face in her hands. Her shoulders shook with silent cries. Few cars passed by on the street this time of night.
As she sat still, a red car seemed to near her. The young girl let out a shocked scream as the brakes of the car screeched right next to her. A woman stepped out of the car, running towards the girl. Her soothing words and nice gestures seemed to slowly calm the girl down.
Out of the car stepped a boy, just a little younger then herself. He held out his hand to her, "Come home with us" he said. Bree nodded.
Bree's eyes slowly opened. Still, she didn't know what she did wrong.
He slammed the door right in her face. His hand firmly held the doorknob, though he made no attempt to open it. He closed his eyes, willing this to stop the screams and pleas from outside the door. The man slowly let his arm fall to his side. He took each step slowly, each step slowly pushing farther away from the door. Farther from the noise.
The man laid on the hospital bed, the sheets slowly tangling him as he tossed and turned.
He didn't want to do this. But it was already too late to get her back. There was nothing that he could do, she had left and he had disabled her GPS location. It was a stupid idea. Now that she was in danger.
"Where is she?"
A punch to the face, for every time he denied knowledge."Tell Me!"
His head slammed into the wall.
Doors slamming.
Broken Bones.
Crashing.
Douglas sat upright on his bed, his breathing quickened. He brought his hand up to his temple and squeezed his eyes shut. She's no longer in danger...She's no longer in danger...
And this has been another Chapter of Left Behind. Till next time, PBL.