Bonjour mes amis! So I am back. I know, I know! It took forever! And I am so sorry about that! But her, at least I wrote it right? This chapter will solve a bit of questions you might have been asking or wondering so, you're welcome. Enjoy it!

Adam's POV

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2:00 o'clock in the morning and I still haven't slept a wink. I love sleeping. How is this so hard tonight? I give a frustrated sigh as I angrily remove the covers from my body. I get up, slowly and carefully opening the door, no need for anyone else to have a sleepless night, and walk down into the kitchen. I enter only to find someone else there.

"Chase?" I ask dumbfounded, "What are you doing up?" I go to the fridge and grab a water bottle and sit down next to him at the island counter.

"Just couldn't sleep. You?" He asked, still not looking at me. Why is he so interested in the fridge? If he's hungry, make something. Gosh.

"You hungry? Chase? Cause you haven't looked away from the fridge..." He laughs, finally looking at me.

"No, I'm not hungry. Just thinking."

"About what?" His smile immediately fades. I guess he's not thinking about puppies...

"Nothing, nothing at all." He's about to get up and leave but I stop him. He's not getting away that easily.

"Don't do that. Don't act like your fine. Because I know that you're not. Talk to me. You do remember that I'm your brother right?" He looks at me, a little angrily. What just happen?

"It's not that easy Adam!" He snaps at me. "I can't just come up to you and tell you every horrible thing that has happen to me."

"How do you know? You haven't even tried..." He sighs, sitting back down on the chair.

"A lot of things happen." He says in a hush tone.

"Like what Chase?" I snapped at him. "I get it, you went through a lot! But you'll never be able to let go of it all if you don't talk about it to anyone! Why can't you just trust me? Us? Your family?"

Chase's POV

It's not like it's that hard to tell them what happen... I trust them and I love them. But... My family isn't the best at handling bad news about each other. If I tell them everything that happen, at least one of my family members are going to go on a rampage. And it's most likely going to be Adam. Now here he's, trying to get the answers out of me. I look at him again, only to see tears in his eyes. What am I doing...

"Adam, I'm not scared to tell you what happen."

"Then why haven't you told me anything!?"

"Because I'm scared of what you'll do afterwards... I mean, you're not exactly the calmest, cool and collected person here. Neither is Mr. Davenport." He just looks at me. I wasn't sure exactly how he was feeling. He had a blank look on his face.

"So if I promise not to go crazy, you'll tell me?"

"Well... Yes... I guess."

"Ok then, I promise that I won't go crazy. No matter what you tell me." He said while putting his hand on his heart.

"You sure?" I ask him. Just making sure.

"Oh for god sake Chase! It's 2:15 in the morning. Just tell me!"

"Alright, alright." I said, putting my hands up in defense.

Flashback

I am so mad at Bree! How is it my fault that Spike 'accidentally' dropped his lunch on her in front of Owen? I mean, it's not like I was in control! I don't even remember! I just can't stand her anymore. I storm out of the house, slamming the door as loudly as I can. I figure taking a walk, getting some fresh air would do me good. I started walking down my street, taking lefts and rights, not really knowing, or caring where I was going or where I would end up. My mind was racing with horrible thoughts about my sister. I hate her right now! I really hate her! I mean, she doesn't understand! If she had an alter ego who would mess everything up, I'm sure she would be acting the same way I am!

When I finally stop thinking so much, I realise that I am somewhere I have never been before. I am in this quiet and cute little neighbourhood. It's that type of neighbourhood where everyone knows everyone. You know? It looks harmless and peaceful. I kept on walking, admiring the pretty houses and the perfect landscaping and beautiful trees, until I hear someone. I turn around to see someone calling for me.

"Hey, excuse me, young man." He yelled at me from across the street, "Could you come help me for a second?" I didn't move. Should I go help him? Wait... help him with what? I kind of got this bad feeling all of a sudden. I felt like I should just run as fast and as far from here as possible. But why? I slowly cross the street and on the side walk, not going near the man at all.

"Could you help me? I got a flat tire and I can't fix it by myself..." He seemed harmless; yet, my gut was telling me he was dangerous. Mr. Davenport always told us to listen to our guts. That sounds weird but it makes sense. I quickly tried to scramble up an excuse.

"Oh euh, sorry, I can't help you right now... I... I have a... a appointment! With... my... dentist? I said unsure.

"Please young man. I really need your help. I have to pick up my wife at the airport in 20 minutes! And if I get there late, she's going to make me sleep on the couch." He looked actually sincere... Maybe my gut's giving me a false alarm?

"Um, alright. I guess I could help you." He smiles at me. He crouches down next to the flat tire and gestures for me to do the same.

"Have you ever done this before?" I shake my head. "Alright then, I'll tell you what to do. We took off the old tire and put the new one in place.

"Alright, now we just need to screw it back on. I'll go get the tool, you keep the tire in place."

I heard him shuffle behind me. A couple minutes later, I hear him come back. I can feel him crouching down behind me. I got extremely uncomfortable and anxious.

"You should never trust strangers." He whispers in my ear before hitting me with something. I let go of the tire and fall onto my knees. Black spots started to appear in the corners of my eyes as another blow went to my head. I could slowly feel myself losing consciousness. I felt someone kick me in the back. I fall to the ground, smacking my head on the cement. My vision blurs and then, darkness.

End of flashback

I looked at Adam. He didn't look very happy about this.

"Adam?" I said shaking his shoulder. He looked at me with his red puffy eyes. He opened his mouth but then closed it. I could see his lower lip quiver a little.

"Wh...Why...why would someone do that to you?" He whispers. I shake my head. How am I supposed to know? Get angrily gets up, making the chair fly across the room. I jump at the sudden action. I knew this would happen. He had an extremely aggravated look on his face. His squeezed his hands into fists, breathing extremely heavily.

"Adam... Calm down. You promised you wouldn't do this."

All of a sudden, the lights come on. I turn around to see the rest of the family, looking at us, very confused.

"What's going on here?" Mr. Davenport said, crossing his arms. I look back at Adam. If looks could kill, we would all be dead at this moment. I look back to see everyone looking at me, expecting me to answer this. That's not going to happen. He's the one that woke them up, he's the one that's going to give the explanations. I look at Adam one more time, with all anger that I feel.

"You broke your promise. You said I could trust you. You lied to me. That's not what brothers do to one another." I turn around and walk away, up the stairs and into my room. I plop down on my bed and sigh. Tears start falling down my cheeks.

'Why did this have to happen?'

Can I just say, poor Chase! So hopefully you liked this chapter! Please tell me what you thought! Give me a review, suggest some things you would like to happen in future chapters. Thanks for reading! Love you all!