HIIIIII! I cannot believe I haven't uploaded a new chapter in over a year! Can I just say how sorry I am! I know how mad I get when a story I like doesn't get updated in a month so… a year… yea, you guys may punch me.

I've had serious writers block lately. I mean this story is really important to me and I don't want to ruin it with a horrible chapter! So I would write and hate it and start over. I've also have been having a lot of trouble focusing so that didn't help either…

Alright I'm going to stop rambling excuses and just let you guys read the new chapter!

Enjoy my loves!

Adam's POV

Chase has been so distant since he got home. I don't really blame him of course but, we lost him for a full year. Now he's back and it feels like we're losing him all over again. I just can't connect with him anymore. Sure we weren't that close before, since we started school anyway, we kind of grew apart. But we we're never so far apart either. I mean, we use to play videogames together, and prank Bree all the time! We'd play bionic brother toss! Sure he didn't like it but, he'd somewhat let me do it. Now, if I even get near him, he jumps. He's just so scared. I don't know what to do. I always try to get him to do something with me but he just brushes me off, pretends I'm not even there. It hurts you know. He's just not the same. I mean he barely eats, never sleeps, and if he does sleep, he has a horrible nightmare. He never tells us what it's about though. We always try to help him, but whenever we do, he yells at us, saying he's fine. But he's clearly not! My brothers smart, but he's clearly not smart enough to realize, he's not the only one in this house who's hurting.

Chase's POV

Every time I hear the squeak of that basement door, my heart would pound like a drum. I never knew what was going to happen, or what he would do to me.

I can hear his heavy footsteps coming down each step of the stairs. My breathing gets heavy, it's uncontrollable. I try to calm myself down but I just can't. I can hear him laugh at me, well; it's more like a dark chuckle. Either way, it scares the crap out of me. I can feel my palms get sweaty. I look around frantically, trying to free myself. I seem to do this every time he comes down to see me. I know it's no use, yet, I find myself trying every single time.

He gets closer, and closer, and closer.

His face is right in front of mine. He looks me in the eyes and gives me a devilish smirk. I get a cold shiver down my spine. I try to scream but the silver tape over my mouth prevents me from doing so. He laughs again.

"Really kid?" He asks me, getting even closer to my face, "You honestly thought that would work? Not the brightest guy, are you?"

If only he knew…

He unlocks one the handcuffs from one of my hands, I struggle to get free, but he's just too strong. He put me on my stomach and kicks my hard in the ribs.

Once, twice, three times, four, five six. The pain was unbearable, but I knew more pain was to come. I hear his belt unbuckle. I start to shake.

"Please don't" I whisper. "Please! NOOOO!"

I jolt awake, I look around frantically. I'm not in a creepy, dusty old basement, I'm in my room. I'm fully clothed and there's not a man trying to hurt me. I let out a shaky breath.

"it was just a dream" I whisper to myself over and over again, like if at any moment, I would actually awake and be right back to where I use to be. I know I'm being irrational but can you really blame me?

I remove the covers from my body and push myself out of bed. I make my way to the door and slowly open it, making sure I didn't make a sound. I make my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and sit at the island counter. I try not to think out it, but it just keeps coming back in my mind, like a disease. A disease with no cure.

I know for a fact that I won't be capable of going back to sleep after that nightmare/flashback. I get up from the stool and make my way to the couch and sit down. I turn on the television and seriously hope there's something good on. There wasn't. Not at 4:00 in the morning anyways. So I settled for SpongeBob. I mean, I was Adam's favorite, so why not?

A few hours later, I can hear Mr. Davenport wake up. I can tell it was him because all I hear is him complimenting himself while I'm guessing he's looking at himself in the mirror. It's annoying to be honest.

"Morning Chase" he says as he walks into the kitchen.

"Morning"

He looks at me, "Guessing you didn't sleep too well…"

"Nope" I reply not taking my eyes of the TV. SpongeBob is stupid yet, very entertaining, which surprised me.

I hear Mr. Davenport make himself a cup of coffee; afterwards he comes and sits next to me to watch SpongeBob. This surprised me. He was never really one who enjoyed cartoons.

Slowly, everyone started coming down the stairs and into the living room to watch TV with me. It was kind of nice having everyone together like this, eating breakfast and watching something so stupid, yet we all seem to enjoy. Maybe this was the start of the old chapter, before the giant mess happened.

Alright I know the chapter isn't very long, and I do apologize, but like I said, serious case of writers block! If any of you lovely readers have any suggestions on what to do for the next or future chapters, please write it in the reviews or PM me, I would love to read your suggestions!

Thank you guys for being so patient and not giving up on me, I really appreciate it. See yu guys hopefully very soon!

Byeeeeee!