Chapter 37
The next morning Angel springs from her dream fighting the erg to run. As she gets out of bed she'd lost the fight with sleep and was officially giving up, her sleep was its usual elusive self, last night. Not wanting to be bothered she'd locked her door and tried every go-to-sleep-tip she knew, nothing worked, and when she finally did go to sleep all she saw was the look on Chase's face and him advancing on her which is what had woke her up with such a start just now.
Something else had awakened her besides the dream. Her phone rings, it's her mother's ring tone (She Hates Me by Puddle of Mudd) Angel holds the phone and watches as an image of her mother gets smaller than larger on the screen in time with the song. Angel rolls her eyes what now? She thinks "hello" Angel says in a tone full of apprehension.
After literally begging Braden to return Sophia listened to Braden's new plan, Braden had vowed that all he needed was a few minutes with Angel alone and that if she didn't want him after he's said his peace, he'd leave her alone. Sophia had told him not to do anything else to Chase since she had her fix of hurting people. Sophia never thought that she would feel so lonely when she'd awaken this morning alone with nothing. It subdued her wild ideas of her original plan, even if she did get a hold of the account information she would still be lonely without Chase. She just hoped everyone got what they wanted.
Sophia speaks holding in her fear that Chase had been right and she'd pushed her oldest too far. "Angela, I want to first thank you for answering the phone. I need your help. A man attacked me last night. He stole my wallet and my car, can you please come and get me? I can't prove who I am so I can't get a rental or any assistance. Chase isn't being himself today and Sophie isn't either.
"Nice, to know I was first choice. Where are you?" Angel says as she pulls on jeans and a tee. Her mother needed her, this is news.
"I'm at the Grandville South Hilton in room 543 please Angel, I can't even check out if it weren't for a friend of mine I would have had nowhere to sleep last night. Chase told me that I should have done what he told me to do. I would give anything to be able to do just that right now. He told me go back to Florida wait at home for him to arrive."
"Do you know if Chase is at the Hilton?"
"No dear, isn't he there at Ivey Mansion?"
"No, un I'm on my way mom, please don't worry." Angel pushes end, she wouldn't wish what she'd experienced last night on anyone not even her crazy ass mom. Chase was unstable she did not know where he was. That thought brings her up short walking to her dresser she pulls out her pepper spray and clips it on her belt. As Angel runs down the stairs she sees Mark in the kitchen. Hi Mark, Bye Mark, gotta go rescue my mom from the Hilton someone mugged her last night or some shit and Chase is still in Asshole mode." Angel says as she flies through the kitchen and out the back door.
In the kitchen Mark is pouring coffee when Angel runs past talking as fast as she's running. "Hey..." Mark says but she's already gone. Shaking his head he takes a sip of his coffee, at least she wasn't depressed and forlorn as she was last night. He'd rather Angel be pissed at Chase than her fearing his sorry ass any day. 15 minutes later Sophie and Paula come into the kitchen asking where Angel is he mentions what he thinks he heard. Sophie tells him about the situation last night and the fact that Braden is probably with Sophia. Paula calls Harold and tells him where Braden is when she hangs from him, she tells Mark and Sophie that her brother is going to meet them there and get them upstairs. "Let's go." Mark snaps as Sophie runs after him to his truck. Paula stays so when Janet wakes up there will be someone there with her.
Braden waits in his room his plan was going to work unlike Sophia's. He tips some of his GHB in a snifter and pounds it back, feeling that familiar glove of warmth slide along his body he stand at the door looking out the peep hole. Down stairs Sophia is nervously waiting in the sitting area left of the main atrium of the Grandville South Hilton; she sees Angel first and runs to her oldest.
Angel steps back with her arms crossed with a cautious look on her face. "No offense mom but the last time I willingly hugged someone they went bat shit. I'm kind of off touching for right now." Angel relaxes when Sophia puts her arms to her sides. Noticing the bruising and cuts on her mother's face and neck Angel asks "Do you need to go to the hospital?"
"No I'll just be a moment I left my phone in my friend's room will you come with me? I know how it sounds but I don't want to walk down that hallway alone and I can't even call Johnny and tell him to bring my phone."
"Oh boy, would he answer your phone if it rang? I could call your phone." Angel dials it and it clicks straight to voicemail. "Never mind let's go." Angel sighs.
Sophia pushes Braden's keycard in to the elevator slot and steps back allowing Angel to precede her. They soon reach the 5th floor. Sophia hopes everything works out for her daughter and Braden. When they reach Braden's door Sophia tucks one of Angel's red locks behind her ear. Angel flinches away from her touch. Thinking of her own situation with Chase, Sophia says over the lump of emotion that has suddenly sprung on her. "Angela Everyone deserves a second chance. No body's perfect honey."
Mistaking Sophia's words as an apology Angel sighs she notices for the first time how fragile her mother looked with the bruises marring her neck, side of her face, and the unshed tears in her eyes. "Mom, don't. Don't cry. I'm here. I forgive you; I know somewhere deep down you care."
Sophia is first confused then quickly catches on. "Angela I love you and I was listening, but can I have a hug please?"
Angel steps forward and all hell breaks loose. Braden opens the door. Sophia holds Angel in place in a tight bear hug; Angel recognizes Braden and freaks out. Screaming and crying, "Let me go you cold hearted BITCH, I trusted you, I fucking trusted you. I must've been switched at birth that's the only reason I can think of for you to hate me so much." Angel tries to flip Sophia and break the "hug" by doing a quick lunge backwards. Sophia outweighs Angel by a good 30 pounds the move doesn't work. Angel's arms are pinned to her sides she can't even get to her pepper spray.
Sophia was becoming angry "Angela stop it indoor voice please. What will people think?" She hisses into Angel's ear. "He just wants to talk to you. Calm down honey, everyone deserves a second chance. He loves you. Nobody's perfect."
"Perfect I'd settle for sane you both are fucking nuts. Let me go." Angel screams
Braden grabs Angel from behind, snakes his arms around her arms, and pins her to himself telling Sophia to step back before Angel hurts her. Sophia complies. Braden walks backwards into the hotel room Sophia tries to enter, Braden shouts over Angel's screaming "Our deal was I got a chance to talk to her alone." he then kick slams the door in Sophia face. Braden squeezes Angel tightly and yells "Shut the fuck UP and I'll put you down. You keep this up and I'll choke your ass out."
Out in the hall, Sophia leaves when she hears that the police have been called, she couldn't be arrested with Chase still mad at her so minutes after Braden had slammed the door in her face she'd left.
Angel stops screaming all that can be heard in the room now is her heavy breathing as she stares at his new face, the eyes were what gave him away, That and his voice. He'd choked her out before and she could not sing for a week. Reconnection dawns he'd made himself look like Jonathan when he was younger. He now looked just like the half of picture she had in her wallet it was a picture of her father when he was a music producer right before he married Sophia. Angel whispers "No why Braden why did you?"
"I'll give you a pass since we are in private; in public my name is John Sinner-man"
"I'm kind of losing feeling in my arms and legs dangling here like this, I've stopped screaming, a lot of good it did me anyways, you said you'd put me down, will you do so?"
"Are you going to try to run away before I can talk to you? I just want to talk to you."
Angel looks down and then back into his face. "Well let's see, You have Guard bitch Sophia on the door she's probably armed with the stun gun I gave her for Christmas a couple years ago, because she liked it in purple. We are on the 5th floor not counting the 5 floors of parking garage under us, and I can't fly, so pretty safe bet I'm not going much of anywhere without your permission."
Braden smiled at her and chuckled as he sat her on the couch. "Well it's a good thing you stopped screaming, I don't want to hurt you anymore." at her openly doubtful glare he leans over the sofa. "I'm serious. I want us to be a couple again. I understand that I have done some bad shit to you. I had made it out of the country I came back because I love you Angel."
Angel mouths his words then in a calm tone she starts to speak. "You love me, so you turn my friend against me then kill her. I'm not seeing the love. Oh wait maybe you were displaying your love for me when were you knocking me unconscious back stage?"
"I can prove to you I love you, a few weeks ago I would have been ready to pummel you for mouthing off to me like this. I guess your absence has made me miss you anyway I can get you. As for the Lady thing she was convenient and my killing her really had nothing to do with you. The Candor family is the same doctor Candor that I told you about. He took one of mine and I took his only daughter, it's twisted, I know, but I can't fix it. it's done. "
A bought of sadness burst through Angel. Lady, died for nothing that she had anything to do with. Yeah she told some serious secrets and stirred some shit about and within the group but Angel was pretty sure Lady would have preferred if given the choice to just be a COTN outsider, not killed in cold blood by some nut that she had a fangirl crush on. "B. I have to know" Angel stares into his eyes. "Did you know where Lady lived before I came to Grandville, or did I lead you right to her?"
"Well, I can hopefully take that look off your face, and a load off you mind" Braden gets up and sits next to her on the sofa. She tenses at his closer proximity. He doubted she even knew she did it anymore. "I like said before she's the reason I knew where you were. I knew where she lived from the first time I accepted her friends request. That first night we had a long talk. She'd tell me how hot I am, and I ask her questions just to keep her talking. She'd comment on a song how well I played and I'd ask her few more questions. When she gave me her password since she had to go to bed early one night I kept it, and when you sent you're boy to beat my ass for busting your lip in New York that's when I hacked Lady's p.c. and hit pay dirt. She'd collected all of your group's information listed in a excel file on her desktop. That night as I nursed my fucking ribs I found Paula's information and sent you a letter From Paula's email from Lady's P.C. while sitting in our living room." He tries to lay his hand on her thigh she flinches away from his touch. She looked straight ahead. He lifts his hand to her chin she jumps up off the sofa. He rises just as fast. He lays his hands on her shoulders. "Look this is the longest we've spoke in 4 months, it's also the longest you've stayed in my presence."
"I never sent anyone to do anything to you, Let go of me" she says trying hard not to give in to the building panic at being restrained. The words "4 months" slam into her mind; her dream comes back to her mind's eye. It wasn't a dream 4 months ago she'd seen some very disturbing pictures dated the day before his birthday.
Braden puts his hands to his sides and sighs. Angel stands ram rod straight she starts rubbing her arms like she's cold. "So what is it going to take for you to give me another shot?"
"Nothing, I can't are we done now? You told Sophia that we were going to talk we have spoken, I got to go. " Angel says trying to keep the trembling out of her voice.
"WHY NOT THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED. I read you diary you wanted me not be so violent you wanted me to stop thinking you were cheating on me. You wished I was not so rough with you. I know I'm not perfect but neither are you, you were pregnant and didn't tell me. Was it mine? "
Angel felt as if she were going to be sick. "Yes," she says quickly and steps back from him. He advances on her grabbing her shirt and pulls her to him. Asking why she didn't tell him. "I didn't know, I swear" he asks again why she won't give him a chance. "I'd never be able to sleep around you. I saw the pictures. I used to think it was the outcome of a recurring nightmare but it just clicked you said it's been 4 months. Four months ago I saw the images. They were on your laptop dated for the day before your birthday. Why can't I remember that day, or the week of your birthday for that matter, what did you do to me?"
Braden freezes as he watches her tears slide down her face. "If I tell, you have to promise to not hold it against me. We still have chance a babe?"
"Not, if you don't tell me what you did." She tries to pull away from him. He moves his hands up pulling her collar tighter around her neck. "Braden, you're hurting me, let me go please." He shakes Angel demanding that she call him John. She reaches for her pepper spray as she raise it up before she can get a clean burst at him he lets go of her lapel and pushes her backwards.
Breathing heavy and choking on the mist that had been sprayed into the air Braden kicks the spray out of her hand he also connected with her hand she lay on the floor holding her hand as he grabs the pepper spray detaches the tube from the canister and throws it across the room. He glares down at her and screams "You want to know what I did, fine. You were being distant we'd just had a fight and I was still pissed. That night you pushed one of my emotional triggers. You called me stupid. That night I slipped some GHB into your food instead of giving you enough to, enhanced your sensuality the amount I gave you caused you to tell me you were dizzy then seconds later you passed out. I undressed you and laid you across our bed posed you, and took those pictures. The one on the floor with the rose laying across you breast was one of the first ones I took because I was till pissed at you. You probably don't remember that week very much because after I'd had my fun you were still out the next day. I couldn't take you to the hospital because GHB is illegal in the states. By the third day I was going bat shit then you moved and asked Sophie for water you were hallucinating but you were awake. You were lethargic for most of the week."
Angel felt sick at the thought of being completely immobilized and unprotected in his presence. She puts her hand to her mouth. He walks towards her she tries to back away from him. When he says he just wants to help her up. She scrambles to her feet and runs in the bathroom. Angel throws up until her body is wracked with dry heaves. He'd drugged her for calling him stupid, cold fear runs down her body. He could have killed her. Braden stands awkwardly in the doorway. "I just want to go home, please." Angel gets to her feet and runs her hands through her hair.
"What about us?" Braden steps closer she backs up until the tub stops her. He was walking slowly toward her. She suddenly hauls off and punches him the face. He is temporally thrown off balance he tries to swing at her. She ducks, kicks him in the groin, he crumples to the floor she runs past him not wanting to be trapped in the small space of the bathroom.
"There is, no us" Angel yells as she reaches the door leading out into the hall, she undoes the sliding bar before she can grasp the knob, and open the door, Braden snatches her from behind by her shirt and flings to the floor.
Breathing hard Braden jumps on top of her and chokes her as he yells it's him or no one. Until she stops clawing at him and her hands slide to her sides. He checks for a pulse she has one. He bends down kisses her on the mouth and lays his head on her chest. A smile lights his face as he starts undressing her unconscious body.
Out in the hall Mark, Sophie and Caption Harold Sean runs to the door Mark is about to kick the door in when Harold pulls a master key from his pocket. He unlocks the door and one look at the scene in front of them sets them into action. Mark runs into the room pushes Braden off of Angel yelling. "What the fuck did you do to her?"
Braden looks from Angel back at Mark "So you're why she won't go back with me." Braden dodges the swing he knew was coming and throws one of his own. He catches the big ox on the chin. "She's mine or no one's she hit me in the face" He says with a hiss "I choked her ass out it's not the first and it won't be the last time." Braden says as he ducks another strike and tries to upper cut Mark.
Mark blocks, grabs, and pulls Braden into a right cross. "Wrong Answer" Mark growls as he swiftly and repeatedly punches Braden in the face, in the chest, and in the side of the head. Drawing more on his boxing experience he hits Braden with combo after combo until Braden's face looks like a bloody mess and he crumples to the floor. Mark picks Braden up by the collar and lifts him off his feet. He growls "I told you don't ever touch her again."
Sophie runs over to Angel, and starts Tap and Shout. Angel soon wakes up coughing and trying to get up. Sophie helps her to her feet Angel hugs her sister and doesn't let go for a time. Harold guides them to the sofa. He ignores the beating going on, on the other side of the room walks over and grabs the young lady's shirt and tosses it to her sister.
Sophie helps Angel into what is left of the shirt. Harold asks Angel if she would press charges on him. She just nods her head yes.
Braden tries to see through the blood running in to his eyes. "She's... My. Girl or no one's" he grunts out between clenched teeth and tries to gut check Mark.
"You can't be that fucking stupid." Mark snarls as he dodges Braden's attempted strike, and choke slams him through the work station desk set up.
After taking down Angel's statement Harold excuses himself and walks over to where Mark stands over a bloody half-conscious Braden, poised to punt him into the wall head first, Harold walks over and puts his hand on Mark's shoulder. "That's enough, Amp it down Cowboy. I've seen how this story will end if left to your own devices." Mark glares at Harold. Harold raises an eyebrow, and calmly states. "My team will be here shortly and I don't want to have to arrest you, for killing this piece of shit. I don't want the publicity, and you sure as hell don't need it."
Mark walks into the bathroom to wash some of the blood off of himself. Sophie and Angel are sitting on the sofa Angel shakes from an inner cold. She'd told what happened the Captain said they were looking for her mother. If Angel knew were Sophia was she would have told him.
Braden lifts his head and looks at Angel he'd royally fucked up. He'd promised that he wouldn't hurt her anymore. He took a chance and told her the truth about his birthday. The good Caption had stopped the big Ox for killing him. He couldn't go to prison. Harold catches him looking at Angel. "I know I don't deserve her, but I love her" Braden whispers
Harold looks down in time to see Braden looking over at Angel when he'd heard the boy speak. "Boy, you don't love her; according to her you tried to kill her. You don't try to hurt or kill someone you really love." Harold's team arrives; he walks over to the door to give them orders. Angel asks can she leave yet. Harold tells her yeah and asks her to please take Mark with her. Angel nods and walks to the bathroom door to tell Mark he walks out wiping his hands and face with a towel. Sophie texts Paula telling her they should be home soon and that her brother did show up.
While everyone was paying attention to each other Braden slips a vial in his month that contains a large dose of GHB he'd brought enough to play for a few days. Either way he wasn't going to prison. Swallowing the salty powder straight was very unpleasant. While laying here in the rubbish of this work desk he's found the Agent's gun. He'd hid it from Sophia. He slowly takes hold of the gun.
Time seems to slow down, stop and speed up in the blink of an eye. All in the room would remember this brief snippet of time. Braden lifts the gun and levels it up at Angel as he pants "Me or…" His words are cut off by Angel and Sophie screaming "NO!" Mark makes a snap decision to protect and pushes the girls to the floor covering them with his body. One of Harold's men yells "GUN" 7 shots are fired but none of them from Braden. Harold and his team fires in unison BLAM! The sound reverberating inside the small suite is deafening. Harold and his STOP team of marksmen had just stopped Braden forever. With gun still drawn, Harold walks over kicks the Sig out of Braden's lifeless hand and checks for a pulse, unsurprisingly, there is no pulse. Braden had 7 shots to the heart. Harold stands up turns to address the room in the most professional tone he can muster he says "The threat has been neutralized you're all dismissed."
Mark bows his head and sighs with relief. "You girls okay?" he says as he gets up releasing them.
"Yeah" Angel and Sophie say in unison as the get to their feet.
With a morbid curiosity Angel stops and looks over at what remains of Braden. His eyes were still open in an unseeing expression of anger. Angel's gaze takes in the bullet wounds that had surely taken him off of this plain of existence and onto the highway to hell. He would not be able to hurt her or anyone she loves else ever again. Tears of relief flood her eyes. "It's finally over" she whispers and shudders rubbing her arms she felt cold from the inside out.
"Yeah little one it is. Are you okay?" Mark asks watching Angel tremble with only half of a shirt on he takes off his West Coast Choppers hoodie and puts it over her shoulders, it dwarfs her small frame as she puts her arms through the sleeves, hugging herself. She looks up at him and thanks him. "You're welcome" He nods at Sophie who walks in front, Mark walks behind Angel, the trio walks from the room into the hall. A young man from the STOP team holds the elevator open for them.
"Hey you're Angela we went to school together. I was wondering if maybe we could meet for coffee." He is met was a glare from Sophie and Mark that could melt steel.
"Your timing sucks ass. You just saved her from her crazy assed ex who tried to kill her today. Now you want to ask her out really." Sophie says in a heated tone.
"No offense but I was speaking to her." he says meeting Angel's gaze in the mirrored panel of the elevator.
Angel tenses as she stares at the floor then looks back up at the man in his tactile gear baring the STOP insignia in white lettering across his chest. She looks at his name plate then meets his gaze. "Officer Starks, please don't take this the wrong way, but I want nothing, but to be left alone."
"That was inappropriate of me I'm sorry ma'am." The officer says and turns his attention to the decreasing numbers on the lighted panel above the door.
The doors open and Angel walks out in to the parking garage and stops so quickly Mark collides with her.
"What is it?" Mark says as he looks around and tries to follow her gaze.
Angel pats her pockets then retrieves her remote to her truck she explains that she thought it had come out of her pocket. As she holds it tightly her hand shakes. She tries to push the button and winces. Switching hands she points it to the car and finally unlocks the doors.
Sophie sees something that she has not seen in Angel since they were children sneaking in the outdoor pool November, Angel is shivering so bad at one point her teeth are chattering. "Hand it over I'd like you to make to the house." Sophie says as she takes the remote out of Angel's loose grip. They get in the truck and while waiting for Mark to pull up in his truck to follow them she asks "Do you need to go to…"
"I just want to go home. Take a shower and get this filth off of me." Angel says as she rubs her hands vigorously on her pants. Braden's every touch left a stain. Mark pulls up Sophie pulls out and home is where they go. Upon entering the garage Angel hops out of the truck and bolts in the house.
Her phone rings the first line of her mother's ring tone starts. In a fit of pure rage Angel takes the phone off of her belt clip presses send and screams "I Hate YOU! You EVIL BITCH TROLL FROM HELL LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" she then throws the cell phone on the sofa and takes the stairs two at a time to the bathroom that connects with her bedroom.
Angel closes the door and strips out of the Mark's jacket and her clothes and jumps in her shower and sets it to as hot as she can stand it. Her mind plays back the scenes from the hotel and the photo story he'd taken when he'd drugged her. Braden's every touch from today was filth she scrubs until she has to force herself to stop. She now stands with fist clenched under the hot spray crying deep cathartic sobs.
Angel felt used and foolish. She'd thought her mother needed her. What hurt the most was, that it was all an act, Sophia's voice invades her mind acting as an auditory illusion to the point Angel hears and mouths the words. "No body's perfect we all deserve a second chance. Angela I love you and I was listening, but can I have a hug, please?" the only reason Angel even considered the hug was because Sophia had told her she loved her. Angel never thought she was perfect, a million miles from it actually, she'd always dreamed that microscopic hope that one day Sophia would love her, and stop treating her like shit. That day was never going to come.
Feeling the urge to scrub some more Angel turns off the water and pads into her room dressing in a long black sleeved turtleneck and long pants she didn't want to see the bruising both from, his hands on her and her scrubbing. She climbs into bed, her adrenaline had tanked she was tired and couldn't get warm which made her shiver she lay there trying not to think. Angel just wanted to be numb. Numb, she could control no tricks, no sadness, no anger, just liquid warmth. She grabs the house phone Joshua Davenport's number was still in the memory on this extension. "Josh I'm not trying to get drunk alone can you come get me please. No, no songs this time. I just need some Irish warmth."
Across town Bobby soon wakes to the smell of coffee and something baked. Then it hits him his father was here at his house. That thought also brought his night back to him like a smack to the head. Looking at the clock it was 11:15am time to go down stairs and talk to Chase. Walking down the stairs Bobby silently watches the older man move around his kitchen.
Chase needed routine he'd did things the same way, for over half of his lifetime. This morning he'd walked the house and checked in on Robert. That's when he'd discovered he was alone in the house. The house was still secure at 4am so Chase went back to bed. Now he was wide awake and hungry, he'd managed one handed to fix coffee and he'd mastered getting the biscuits onto the cookie sheet and getting them in the oven. He'd thought about the question Robert had asked, maybe he was hallucinating maybe it was the pain killers Chase didn't do drugs well it was possible. He walks to the oven and grabs the oven mitt it falls to the floor before he can single handedly slide his hand into it. "Damn it"
Bobby has seen enough he walks into the kitchen and lifts the mitt and places it on Chase's hand. Chase thanks him and takes the biscuits out his hand twitches and he almost throws the biscuits on the floor. He slides the hot pan on to the stove top. Sighing he closes the door to the oven.
"Pop, how long has that been happening?" Bobby asks he'd noticed the weight lost but just now the twitching brought itself to the foreground. Chase's movement and his smooth gestures was his trademark. Last night when Chase was walking up the three steps to get into the door he'd almost fell on his face. Saying his leg had tried to buckle.
"I really can't place when it started. It doesn't show up much." Chase says as he turns off the stove and sighs. "I am just tired maybe. I flew from Florida to D.C. then all that has occurred is probably just catching up with me. I'll be fine. I slept surprisingly hard."
"You have trouble sleeping often. Chase shrugs and says he likes to stay busy. "Pop, have a seat you're a guest in my home, I'll finish up and then we can have a talk."
"Now see here Robert, I am perfectly capable to bake a fucking biscuit and feed my addiction to caffeine. I'm not a child and you will not speak to me as such." Chase yells as he suddenly stops realizing for the first time that he is yelling. "Why am I suddenly so angry?" He mumbles to himself in bewilderment and walks over and sits down, then says in a troubled tone. "I'm sorry son, I don't know where that came from."
Bobby grabs two coffee mugs out of the cupboard, pours Chase's coffee and then his own. They sit at the little breakfast table eating and drinking in silence. "Well since you have had some of your addiction taken care of, I want to speak to you about Sophia. I went to see her last night after you went to bed."
A throng of violent sensation was building "What did you two have to talk about?" Chase asks harsher than he wants to portray as he lifts his mug to his lips looking at his son. Suddenly, his hand twitches again and he is wearing his coffee. "FUCK!" He roars as he jumps to his feet and falls back down nearly missing the chair. Bobby gets up concern in his gaze as he asks Chase is he okay. "I'm Fine." Chase swipes at his clothing sighing "So, does your visit include the passion mark on the side of you face?"
Bobby's blood is boiling as he grips the table. "For you to even imply anything along those lines sickens me." Bobby hisses as he takes the letter out of his pocket and flings it in Chase's face. "That's who she's fucking. Watch your back old man, she not through with you yet." Chase reads the letter when he's done he looks up at Bobby and Bobby's anger tanks at the look of fear on his father's face. "She admitted to even driving the damn car you were in when you were kidnapped. The only reason you're living right now is because she just wanted you to fear her, for now. She wants you dead."
Chase asks in a subdued suspicious tone as he holds up the letter "Robert, why would she tell you and give you this, does she have something on you that would prevent you from telling the authorities?"
Sitting back down Bobby rubs the mark on his neck from being restrained by the Captain. "Look I already could have told you better than this, and for that I'm sorry, but I'm not telling you that. I have reported it to the authorities."
Chase's hazel gaze darkens to grey as he speaks "My wife tells you, that she plans to off me and there's a part of it you are refusing to tell me." Seeing a discoloring on Bobby's wrist, when he rubs at the unexplained mark on his face Chase reaches over and grabs him sliding his long sleeve up revealing the bruising. "Explain Now" Chase growls
Bobby wrenches he hand away biting back the anger at his own foolishness. "I was beyond stupid. I must have been pulling at the cuffs I didn't feel shit, until I got home." Bobby openly rubs his raw wrist and tells Chase what happened. He stops when he notices Chase has lost some color. His father speaks but Bobby also notices Chase's words are slurred and slowing down.
Chase felt dizzy as he leans back in his chair. "So if I understand. Sophia is working with Angel's ex, he wants her back, and my life is the fucking payment plan? I think I\m going to …be sick." Chase pulls himself to a standing position.
Bobby rises as well and says "Chase, Look at Me do you need medical assistance you don't look so good. Pop POP"
Chase is now hyperventilating "I… Can't … Breath" Chase makes a pained face and falls forward.
Bobby catches him screaming "POP wake up. Come you can't let her win." and lays him on the floor. Bobby calls the police and is speaking to the dispatcher. Chase was turning blue. Bobby puts the phone on speaker and starts CPR. "Please hurry he just stopped breathing all together." COME on POP 1.2.3. Blow" Is his mantra until the med team comes. Bobby watches as the team shouts medical jargon and numbers at each other. The heart monitor beeps and the team seems to take a collective breath. They start asking him Chase's medical history questions. "I don't know. I know he has insurance and he's been hospitalized in this town within the last few days but not for anything like this." Bobby grabs Chase's wallet and Cell phone gives the med team his insurance card and ID "Where are you taking him?"
The head paramedic scrolling on his Ipad entering Chase's information and says. "Sheldon Medical Center on Temple Road he's in their network." They rush Chase out the house.
Bobby scrolls through Chase's phone already knowing the password it was his passcode for every damn thing, if it required 4-to-8 characters. IVEYLOVE or its number equivalent 48395683 was the answer. "Bingo thanks Pop for being you." he calls Sophie's number the phone clicks to a message that says this number is being screened until further notice. "Fuck this." Bobby hangs up pings, her number dials into the voicemail, system disables her block, and hits send. When her message tone sounds Bobby clears his throat and quickly speaks. "Hello, you don't know me; Um Chase W Ivey collapsed at my home this afternoon and has been rushed to Sheldon Medical Center, just thought you should know." Bobby hangs up and runs out the house.
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