So hopefully you guys liked my last chapter and I know I took forever and I am so sorry. Anyway here's the next chapter. Prepare and have a tissue box next to you :'(

Chapter 22: At least I have my Family

Chase's POV

The elevator doors opened. That was the first sound I heard since I zoned out. I lift my head up slowly. I gulp. My throat feels dry. I stare. I stare at nothing. Nothing at all. There is nothing to stare at. I don't cry. I have no reason too. My tears are dried onto my face. I can't cry anymore. Crying won't change anything. What's done is done. I can't fix anything. I take a shaky breath and hold my knees up against my chest. I stare blankly into the room the elevator took me to. I don't say anything. I have nothing to say. It's over. It's done. No going back. I can't. Rebecca is gone...forever. And I can't change anything. The tears won't come out. I can't force them out. I have cried so much the past few months that my eyes seem too weak to produce any more tears. They are red and black with pain and guilt hidden inside each eye. I sniffle quietly and wipe my face with my hands. I move my knees away from my chest and sit there for a few minutes. I take a couple shaky breaths. Then I stand up. I stumbled as I got up off the floor since I was injured. But my wounds couldn't even amount to the pain I was feeling inside my heart. I walk over to the couch and sit down. I think about how it all started in the bionic rebellion and then it turned into a nightmare that I was living in. I had to k..kill my first love. I still can't get over the fact that she didn't love me back and just wanted me dead the whole time. But I wanted to believe that she might have cared for me a little before the Triton app got ahold of her mind. I look down at my hands in pure horror. I have never killed another human being in my entire life, let alone hurt one. I used my hands to grab a knife and kill someone. I spilled someone's blood with my own hands. I am a murderer. I look down at my hands and imagined dark red blood pouring over them and hearing Rebecca's shriek as she fell to the ground before me. I saw her eyes lose their glow instantly and I watched her body go limp. I saw the flames take her in and burn her till she was a pile of ashes. There was no blood. She had a quiet death. I felt her as her body began to burn. She was burning. She was burning up. She was burning up. The more I loved her. The more she ruined me. I'm in her head. I've been in her head. All my life. What happened to her eyes? They mumbled incoherently. They haunt my soul forever. I will never forget how her face looked when I took..the..knife all the way through. It will haunt me forever. I'm so sorry Rebecca! I'm so sorry! Suddenly I hear the doors slide open and Bree and Adam come in. I really want to be left alone right now without hearing their comforting words and seeing their warm smiles.

"Chase?" Bree asks looking at me. Her voice sounds broken. It sounds like she was crying. And it's my fault my sister is crying. I look up at her and sigh. She walks closer to me. I move slightly on the couch. Adam keeps his distance and stays by the doors. I guess it's been a shock on Adam too. Suddenly I'm completely caught off guard when Bree falls on top of me pulling me into a tight embrace. She cries into my shirt. The noises that come out of her reach down inside me and make my heart ache. I have caused this. I have caused these noises. These shaking sobs, these tears that won't stop, these eyes that cut through my soul. I don't hug her back. I don't want to hug her back. I don't want to be here with them. I want to be alone. I don't want everyone to feel sorry for me. I know I messed up. I don't need to be reminded. Bree still hugs me. I guess she needs this more than me. I let her hug me even though I desperately want to push her away. We stay like this for awhile. Then she lets go and I can feel the warmth and comfort of being loved leaving my body. She looks at me. I haven't seen my sister in a long time so I get a good long look at her face. I get to see what my actions and words have caused to others. Her hair's a mess and her eyes are as red and black as mine. She looks like she hasn't slept for weeks. Her smile is broken and worn down. I can't help but feel like a jerk for making her feel this way. I never meant to break my sister.

"Bree." I say weakly and touch the side of her face gently. She leans into my touch and I wipe the tears that keep falling from her eyes and they don't stop. I hated seeing my sister cry so I begged her to stop. I already felt bad enough.

"Please stop crying." I beg her feeling tears start to come out of my eyes. I don't want to cry. I don't want to cry. I don't want to cry. I don't want to cry. I don't want to cry. I don't want to cry. I don't want to cry. I want to cry. I need to cry. I need to cry. I need to cry. I NEED to cry. I let the tears fall down my face and I grab my sister and pull her close to me in a loving embrace. I realized then how much I missed her. I missed her so much. Her loving hugs, her warm smile, her laugh. I haven't heard Bree laugh in a long time. And that was my fault. I took away all my sister's joy. When I was with Rebecca and her father I thought I would never see her again. I cry harder than Bree and we hold each other for a long time.

I notice Adam leave the room and I can not tell you how much that bothered me. He didn't even care. He didn't even care about me. And that hurt. That hurt so much. Finally Bree let go of my neck and scooted away from me on the couch. We looked each other right in the eyes. We both held the same look of pain. There were no words that needed to be spoken at this moment. It seemed words would ruin this moment. So we stayed quiet and just stared at each other. I was shaking, not from being cold, but from being completely lost in my own world and my own miseries. I was so warped around my fears and my mistakes that I didn't realize I was deeply hurting people I care about. I didn't realize that I had affected other people when I was missing. I honestly. I honestly didn't even think they were searching for me. I always thought that if I ran away, no one would notice I was gone. They would find out sooner or later but maybe by that time it would be too late. And that's exactly how it felt. When I was with Rebecca I had given up. I had never given up before but I was put in a place that I never wanted to be in again. I felt helpless. I felt weak and vulnerable. I felt sick inside. I felt the need to cry everyday just to release the pain I was feeling inside of me. I never expected to be home now. I thought it would be over now. But then Mr. Davenport and Douglas came and saved me. And just in time too. I didn't even say thank you. And I should have. I should have got down on my knees and thanked them from the bottom of my heart from saving me from death. But I didn't. And I didn't care. I didn't want to be saved. But they weren't too late. They saved me in time. I just wished I was dead so I wouldn't have to suffer through life any longer. If they were too late I wouldn't be sitting here right now staring into my sister's broken face. I wouldn't be able to feel her loving hugs. I wouldn't be able to see her smile. I wouldn't be able to look in her eyes and see the damage and pain I have caused to her. I felt terrible. I was only caring about myself, but I was hurting my family. I never ever wanted to hurt my family. But I did. And I couldn't even say sorry. Or mumble out anything. As soon as I got home, I just shut my mouth. If I talk, I will cause pain. I will cause anger. I will cause worry. So I decided not to speak, but Bree. Bree could make me do anything. She saw right through me. Bree had this way of knowing. She always knew when Adam and I were in trouble even when we didn't say anything. Adam and I used to make fun of her for it calling her our second mother, but now I realize how much I appreciated that quality about Bree. I closed my eyes and felt warm soft loving hands touch my face with such a gentle touch. I opened my eyes and Bree smiled. She smiled. She wiped the tears that came from my eyes and then she began to speak. But her voice wavered with pain and sadness that it hurt to listen to her speak. Her voice broke with every word. She didn't exactly know what to say. But she decided to speak and I listened. And I would never stop listening.

"Umm this is kinda hard for me to say." She said, her voice broke. I took her hand in mine and held it close. I needed to feel her hand. I haven't touch my sisters hand in a long time and it felt different. I don't really know why, but it felt weak and fragile. Almost as if it would break if I wouldn't treat it right. And that's how I felt about Bree. I needed to treat her right because she was very delicate at this time. And if I didn't, she might break. So I didn't say words because words don't heal wounds. I just listened to her voice. It got shakier and more broken each time. I wanted to slam my head until it bleeded or rip my ears off in pure anguish. I couldn't bear to hear her voice. It cut though my heart. Each cut, a little deeper than the last.

"I...Chase...I can't...I." Then she took in a deep harsh breath and she began to cry again. She cried so loud. I pulled her into me to muffle her crying. She sounded like she couldn't breath from how hard she was crying. I didn't cry. I rested my head on her shoulder as she shook with sobs. I ran my hands up and down her back in a comforting motion. I could feel her spine all the way down . I gasped. She didn't hear me. Bree wasn't eating. For how long? Then I felt the tears start to come out of my eyes again when I realized I had caused this. My sister was starving herself because of me. I wanted the tears to stop but you can't stop pain. I leaned my head more into her shoulder and let the tears come. I didn't bother to stop them. And Bree. She couldn't even get the words out. No one could. Words didn't seem to fix anything. They just made it worse. There is so much to say, yet the pain overwhelms the mind and the words just don't come out. I held her close to me. I never wanted to let her go ever again.

Bree fell asleep soon and I sat here with her asleep on me. I didn't want to move. She was calm now. If I woke her up, she might start crying again. I didn't want to hear the noises that came out of her ever again. The peace and quiet was calming. I leaned back against the couch and pulled Bree alongside me. I took a blanket and pulled it over us. I started to feel sleepy. I yawned and looked at Bree. She had dried tears on her face. I wiped them away. I gently pushed the hair out of her face and looked at her. She was hurt. Inside. She was hurt and no one could fix her. I couldn't fix her. Mr. Davenport couldn't fix her. Douglas couldn't fix her. No one could. She has never experienced anything like this before. I have never seen my sister really cry before. And I mean like, really cry until today. And she was crying because of me. I can't say sorry. I can't say thank-you. I can't say anything because if I open my mouth, my family will be torn apart. I don't want to speak. I yawn again. My eyes begin to beg for the darkness, but I'm afraid if I go into the darkness, there is no coming back. Or Rebecca might haunt me in my sleep through nightmares. I don't want to sleep. I don't want to sleep. I don't want to sleep. I want to sleep. I desperately need sleep. I end up losing the battle over the mind and body. My body needs sleep. My mind needs to scream. I look at Bree one last time before giving into the darkness.

Mr. Davenport's POV

I haven't moved from where I was. I was still standing by the hydra loop. He's home. He's here. But he's not. He will never be the same again. He looks like Chase. He talks like Chase. But he is not Chase. And I can't do anything to fix him. I can't make him feel better. He's broken. Chase is broken. No one can take the pieces and try to put him back together. It's impossible. I'm the only one standing here. Douglas left me alone to my thoughts. We should be happy. Chase is alive! Yet it hurt to say. Chase suffered so much. I wouldn't want to be alive anymore if I went through what he went through. I would want to die and bury myself in my pain and sadness. I couldn't feel happy even though I knew Chase was alive and I could go see him and be with him. I could hold him and touch him. I could hug him and reassure him with words. Words that would have no meaning or understanding. Because I had no idea what Chase was going through. I had no idea that he was in love with Rebecca. I didn't pay attention to him. I was horrible to him. I didn't even look for him at first. If I would have just went in the medic lab earlier and found out that Chase was not that Android and was actually alive, I could have saved him from the torture and pain. But I accepted defeat. I really thought Chase was dead. I didn't bother to go in and see him in the medic lab. I couldn't bear to look at his face. But he wasn't even in there! HE WASN'T THAT ANDROID! He was alive. And I didn't save him in time. I mean yes I did save him from dieing, but I didn't save him from the pain and torment that ruined his life forever. I didn't save him. I didn't rescue him from Rebecca. I didn't save him. He's dead. Inside. He's broken. And I didn't save him. I let him down. Douglas didn't say anything, but I could tell he was furious with me. We could have saved Chase a lot earlier. But we did not. We mourned over nothing. Nothing at all. Chase was not in that medic lab. He was with Rebecca. He loved her so much and she took away something that made him who he was. I didn't even want to tell Chase that I couldn't fix his chip because I didn't want to cause Chase him anymore pain. I feel like if I tell him that, it will be the last blow and Chase will surely kill himself. I think Chase knows. Deep down he knows that he will never be bionic again. But he is not saying anything. I feel terrible inside. Chase is damaged. Deeply damaged. Wounded beyond repair. I can't fix him. No one can. He is a broken boy. Suddenly I see Adam walk through the doors and he looks at me and I look at him. Adam looks deeply sad. But he is not crying. I decide to talk to him.

"Adam, how is he?" I ask, my voice sounds very weak. I know he ran after Bree when she went to find Chase. Adam just stares at me. His mouth moves but no words come out. He starts to shake as he stands there. He wants to cry. He needs to cry. I quickly pull Adam into a hug. Adam cries into my shirt.

"You should have seen him." Adam says through sobs. I pet Adam's hair in a loving fatherly way. I never realized how much of a father I became to Bree and Adam until this happened with Chase. I comforted them and held them until the tears stopped. They came to me a lot these past few months. They needed me. I loved them. I needed them.

"It's okay." I say in a whisper. I hold Adam tighter. Suddenly he breaks away from the hug and wipes the tears from his face. He makes an exasperated sigh and tries to not cry while he talks.

"I couldn't even say anything to him." He says, his voice breaks. He sniffles, trying to keep the tears away. I look at Adam. Adam is trying not to cry, but he needs to cry.

" Don't hide from your feelings, Adam. Your brother's home….you can cry." I say to him, my voice breaks as I look at Adam. Tears are falling out of my eyes. His face is painful to look at. He is shaking. He doesn't want to cry, but he needs to cry.

"Chasey." Adam says in a broken whisper. Then he hugs me and I hug him and we both cry while holding each other. We are not ashamed to cry. We need to cry. Men are ashamed to cry. They think it makes them look weak. Men are supposed to be strong. We are not supposed to feel emotion and cry. But Adam and I were weak but we were never ashamed. Chase was Adam's brother and he was my son. We have every right to cry. We loved him very much. We can grieve. We held each other for awhile and cried into each other's shirts. Finally Adam lets go of me and I stare into his face.

"Are you okay?" I ask looking up at him. I wipe away some tears coming from my eyes.

"Nope." Adam replies, in a very damaged voice. He has stopped crying.

"I was so horrible to him. I didn't even care about him. I couldn't forgive him for his mistakes. I couldn't forgive him. I didn't tell him I loved him." As Adam kept talking his voice got weaker and more broken. It shook with sobs. I pulled Adam into a tight embrace, but he pulled away.

"No hugs, no love, no I'm sorrys can fix this." Adam said in an upset voice and wiped the tears that came out of his eyes away. Then he started to walk away.

"That's not true, Adam." I say, but I think I am lying through my teeth. Adam suddenly turns around to face me. His face is red and pain stricken and the tears can not be stopped no matter how hard he tries.

"Nothing can fix what I did." Adam says angrily before walking away. I watch Adam walk away. He has been hurt in no other way before. His brother, the one he constantly throws around is deeply damaged and Adam can't fix this. He can't put a bandage on his leg or arm and say all better. And see Chase's angry glare slowly soften into a smile. No bandages can fix this. Remember feeling pain when you get hurt or you break your leg. This is so much more compared to that. It's a horrible heart ache that won't go away no matter how many pain killers you take. It's a horrible ache that throbs and gets worse with each passing minute. Usually when you get hurt you cry for a couple minutes.I magine weeks or months. And no one can stop it. It tears you apart. It leaves you bleeding inside. It leaves you wishing you were dead. My poor Chase. My poor Chasey. Why did he have to suffer? He never hurt anybody. He always showed love and compassion and yet his life will be ruined forever now. Because he fell in love with Rebecca who never loved him back. She only used him to get what she wanted. He was used. I didn't even want to think about everything that Chase went through. It would probably make me want to rip my heart out for ever letting Chase go. I let him leave my side, just like Adam and Bree, but I didn't pay attention to what was going on. I was so focused on helping Chase. I didn't realize how depressed and angry he was inside. And he was. And I didn't listen. He was practically screaming at me in anger and pain through each glare I got. And I didn't listen. I didn't pay attention to the small details that could have saved Chase from all the pain and suffering. It's my fault. Everyone knows it's my fault. I did this. No one will tell me. I figured it out. I never cared about anyone besides myself. And that almost cost my son's life. I'm a monster, just like Rebecca. How could I let this happen? I loved Chase. I never wanted to see him get hurt. I hurt him in unimaginable ways. I start to cry. I don't wipe my eyes. You can't wipe pain away.

"I'm so sorry Chase." I whisper and look down at the floor. Suddenly I feel myself being hugged. I look up and it's Douglas. I can see in his face that he has been crying. He looks at me.

"I need you more than ever right now." He says, his voice breaks. I look down at the ground.

"I thought you were angry with me."

"How can anger be a emotion right now? Chase almost died and he needs us Donny." Douglas says and shakes as he talks. I lay my hands on his shoulders and look him in the face. I wipe the tears from my brother's face. I always did this whenever he would cry and come up to me. If he got in trouble with mom and dad, I would wipe his tears away. If he got hurt, I would wipe his tears away. I loved my brother so much. I needed him too. We needed Chase. We needed to comfort one another as a family. We both went to Chase holding each other as we got there. We went to the room where there capsules were and saw Chase asleep with Bree lying beside him. I looked at Douglas and smiled. And he smiled back. That was the first smile we shared since Chase left. And it felt good. It felt like there was hope. We went on either side of Chase and I put his legs on my lap and Douglas took Chase's head and gently laid it on his lap. We sat there for awhile just enjoying the silence and hearing Chase's breath snoring. I knew he was alive. His heart was still going. Bree was also peacefully quiet. It felt like our family was together again for the the first time. In a long time. And it felt just perfect. I started to yawn and yawning is very contagious so Douglas yawned too. We have been through alot but now here we are together again as a family. I wish Adam was here, but he's not. He feels awful. I want to help, I tried to help. But I don't think I can. It's not my place. I lean against Bree's back and Douglas leans against Bree's shoulder. My eyes begin to droop and I don't fight it. I look over at Douglas. He is already asleep. I'm here with Chase. He's alive. He's breathing. And that's enough to make me smile. I squeeze his legs for comfort and fade into the darkness.

Chase's POV

I open my eyes slowly. I look up and see Douglas asleep. I can't really move because Mr. Davenport is holding my legs. I can't help but chuckle at the position I'm in. It felt good to let out a laugh, even though it was just a weak chuckle. Everyone is asleep. It's calming to my shattered soul. I look at Bree. She looks so beautiful as she sleeps. Douglas is drooling a bit and I try not to gag. I look over at Mr. Davenport and he is snoring loudly. I lean my head back at Douglas's lap. They are here with me. I have them back. They won't leave me ever again. And that's enough to make me smile. I may have lost Rebecca, but at least I have my family.

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