Hello my fellow readers! I am back with the second chapter! I am so sorry it took me so long to update! I've been so busy lately! Plus, I really want to make this story as amazing as possible for you guys. So hopefully you can forgive me. I also would like to thank you for all the amazing reviews I've gotten on the first chapter. You guys are literally amazing! I love you so much!

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Mr. Davenport's POV

I just couldn't believe it. There he was, my fifteen year old son that's been missing for over a year, was standing in front of me. I just couldn't move. I didn't know that to do... But Bree did. She immediately ran to him and gave him the biggest hug. The rest of the family joined in on the hug, except for me. Once they all let go, Chase took a step towards me, but I immediately took a step back. Everyone looked at me like I was crazy. Chase just looked hurt and confused. Then he did it again. He took a step towards me and I took a step back. I was getting a little angry and annoyed.

"This isn't funny!" I snapped. I felt tears start to fall down my cheek. "Just wake up already!" I finished by pinching myself in the arm.

"Donald..." Tasha said, walking towards me, "what are you talking about?"

"I'm tired of having the same dream with this exact same scenario! I'm tired of waking up and realizing that Chase being home is all just a dream! So just wake up!" I pinched myself again. I sit down on the couch and quietly sobbed into my hands. I felt someone sit down next to me and put their hand on my shoulder.

"It's not a dream Mr. Davenport." I hear Chase's soft voice. "You and I are both awake." I cry even harder

"Make it stop... please..." I whisper quietly.

"Mr. Davenport, just look at me."

I finally look up to see Chase, looking at me with teary eyes. That's when I finally take a good look at him. He didn't look so great... He had a black eye on his right side a big bruise along his cheekbone as well. On his left side, he had a big, long blue/purple bruise going down from his jaw to his collarbone. He had a cut that went from his hair line to his temple. His hair was all messy and for once, not spiky.

That's when I finally realized, I am awake. In my dreams, he always looked exactly the same as the last time I saw him, but not now. My son is really here! I smile and hug the life out of him. He freezes but hugs back almost instantly. I grab onto him for dear life, wishing I could freeze time. Hey... That would be a pretty cool invention...

I look back at the door, only to see the two policemen still standing there. I let go of Chase and walk over to them.

"Thank you so much for bringing him home".

"You're welcome".

"Anytime".

"Have a good night guys!" one of the two police officers finished off before they both left the house.

There was an awkward silence. No one really knew what to say. I know I don't.

"Man, even after a year, you still haven't grown!"

We all stared daggers at Adam until we heard someone laugh... We all slowly turn to the source: Chase. Since when does he think Adam's short jokes are funny?

"Since when do you laugh at Adam's short jokes?" Bree asked him, confusion clearly written on her face.

"Since I haven't heard one in over a year..." He responded simply.

After that, the silence was back. I lasted about a minute before Chase finally spoke up.

"Mr. Davenport?" He said turning towards me.

"Yes?"

"I really need a shower..." I couldn't help but laugh a little. Apparently I wasn't the only one. The entire family had a smile on their face. He hasn't changed at all...

"Follow me then" I said as I walked towards the spiral stairs, Chase following close behind. We walk into the hallway and I lead him to the bathroom. I grab on to the door, but I can't seem to open it.

"Aren't you going to open the door?" He asked me. I quickly turn around to face him.

"What happen to you?" I ask quickly. He looks down at his feet.

"Chase... I need to know." He looks up to me, he looked angry...

"No. You don't need to know. So let it go." He snapped at me. I have to admit, that didn't feel too good. I open the door to the bathroom and finally let him in. I close the door and lay my head against it.

'What happen to you?' I whisper, a tear slipping down my cheek.

Chase's POV

When Mr. Davenport closed the door, I sighed. I felt bad for snapping at him like I did, but, he really doesn't need to know. Actually, to be honest, He wouldn't want to know.

I look at my surroundings, only to realize that nothing has changed. Thank god! I've been here for about fifteen minutes and I'm already sick of all the changes in my family that has happen since I last saw them. I know everybody changes when they grow up, but, they didn't change like most people would. They just... they just really weren't the same. I guess I have myself to blame. I don't think they'd be exactly like that if I would have been there...

I go up to the mirror and look at myself for the first time in over a year. My mouth dropped. I look horrible! My face is full of bruises, cuts and scrapes. I look extremely tired with the two giant bags under my eyes. But I haven't slept in a while so, it makes sense. In general, I looked just, disgusting and awful. I can barley recognise myself. I don't know how my family did...

I take off my close, only to reveal even more bruises. Every bruise has its own story. And I remember each and every one of them. The memories we're starting to surround and invade my thoughts. I try to pry them back but they just keep getting stronger.

Flashback

Another blow to the stomach. And another, and another. This guy really loves using me as a punching bag. I wish we could trade places once and a while. See how he likes it. But clearly that's not going to happen. I mean I can barley move. My hands and feet are tied. Duct tape covers my mouth so I can't scream. Believe it or not, but I'm in a friendly neighbourhood, with an unfriendly neighbour. Kind of ironic isn't it.

A tear slips down my eye, unwillingly.

"You're such a baby." He laughs at me, kicking me in the shin. I let out a muffled cry. Please make it stop.

After ten minutes, he finally stops. He leaves the basement and goes upstairs. Once the door is closed and locked, I slid down the post and close my eyes. Am I ever going to get out of here?

End of flashback

I open my eyes as more tears come out. How many times am I going to cry today? I touch the bruise on my cheek, gently sliding my fingers across. I push all the rest of the horrible memories in the back of my mind and turn on the shower. I adjust the water temperature until it's to my liking. I get into the shower and let the hot water trickle down my body. I actually forgot how amazing taking a shower is. I wash every single part of my body like three times. Like I said, I really needed this shower. Once I'm all clean, I close the water. I open the shower curtains and grab the towel that is on the towel rack. I dry myself off and get out of the shower. I wipe the steam off the mirror and look at myself again. Well... I look a little better. It's a start. I grab the clothes that I guess someone left for me and put it on. I have to admit, I feel a lot better than I did when I got here. I put my hand on the door handle and take a deep breath.

'Here we go' I tell myself as I open the door. I walk out of the bathroom and go into the hallway. I look around and decide I should go down to the living room. I walk down the stairs and into the living room. Everyone was still there, watching a movie together, as a family. I guess they're still as close as ever. Not everything has changed.

All of a sudden, my stomach growls, really loudly might I add. Everyone looks at me. I give an awkward smile and a little wave. They all giggle.

"Hungry Chase?" Tasha asks me.

"Maybe a little..." She smiles brightly and gets off the couch. She walks into the kitchen and I follow her. I sit on a chair at the island counter and look at her.

"What would you like?" She asks politely.

"Anything. Anything at all." I answer. I really couldn't care less what I ate. As long as I ate.

"Well, I made lasagna for supper tonight, would you like some?" I couldn't help but smile.

"Yes please."

She opens the fridge and takes out a Tupperware with what contains the lasagna. She grabs a plate from the cabinets and takes a couple of pieces of her lasagna out and onto the plate. She then puts the plate into the microwave. I impatiently wait for the microwave to beep. It always seems to take longer when you're extremely hungry. After a couple of minutes, it finally beeps. She takes it out and puts it in front of me, with a fork. I immediately start to devour the delicious lasagna that Tasha made. I have to admit, it was amazing! She makes a mean lasagna. After I finished, which wasn't very long after, I get up and put the plate in the sink and walk over to the couch where my family was sitting.

"Mind if I join you guys?" I ask, they all look at me with ignoramus smiles on their faces. They all nod and Leo makes a place next to him. I sit down and watch what was left of the movie. I have no idea what it is, but the part that I saw was really good. Once it was over, we all got up and stretched.

"Alright guys, time for bed." Mr. Davenport informed us. He looked towards me. "You, come with me, I'll show you your room." I looked at him confused.

"Room? What about my capsule?

"We got rid of those. I created these beds that act just like your capsules but are way more comfortable."

I follow him upstairs, again, and we stop at a door. I'm guessing it's my room? He opens the door and I stair in awe. It was beautiful! The walls we're blue and the floor was a dark wood. The bed was in front of the window, with a black nightstand next to it. A matching black desk was in the corner with an amazing technological computer. I even had my own bathroom!

"Here you go! Hope you like it."

"Like it? Are you kidding me? I love it! It's my dream room... How did you know?"

"You're not that hard to figure out. Now go to bed, It looks like you need it." I smile at him and he exits the room, closing the door behind him. I go up to my bed, lift up the covers and slip under them. This bed is so comfortable! It didn't take long before I felt myself drifting off into deep sleep.

And there you have it. I really hope you liked it. I took me a couple of days to figure out how I wanted this story to play out, but I think I figured it out now so yay! Tell me what you think of this chapter and the story in general. I love knowing what you guys thought. Hope you liked it! Byeee!