Hey again. This chapter will include mention of divorce, but not actual divorce. I wrote this because my own parents got divorced last year. If you can't handle these kind if themes, please don't read. You have been warned. Please review, favorite and follow.

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Chapter 7- a nightmare

Bree POV

I walked through the front door, into the living room. I was so tired after a long day of school, so I just went up to my room to take a nap.

When I woke up, I heard yelling from downstairs. I ran down to see Leo, Chase and Adam standing by the stairs, watching as mr. Davenport and Tasha were in a serious argument about something.

"THIS IS ENOUGH. I WANT A DIVORCE." Tasha shouted, making the children gasp.

"FINE." Donald shouted at her. The children just stood there, shocked. Their parents,(or step parents) were getting a divorce. They were actually fighting.

"I take Leo. And Bree." Tasha said.

"No. No way." Chase said, grabbing my hand. I was frozen in shock. Tasha and davenport seemed to ignore us.

"Pack your things." Tasha said.

"You can't take my daughter." Mr. Davenport said, taking a hold of my right forearm.

"She won't be happy here. She's the only girl among 3 boys. She's coming with me." Tasha said, taking hold of my other forearm.

"Could I get a say in this." I tried shouting. Both adults looked at me.

"No." They simply answered.

"Pack your things, Bree." Tasha said. They both let go of my arm.

"Fine." I said, feeling defeated. Tasha had a good argument. Davenport couldn't win. I could see that clearly. Chase waited a few seconds to let go of my hand. I super sped upstairs to pack my things. As I came down, Leo and Tasha were ready to leave. They must have packed their bags lightly.

"Where are we going to stay." Leo asked.

"We are going to stay with my mother." Tasha said. As we walked out the door, I gave Adam and Chase one last hug.

"We'll come visit you. We promise." Chase said.

"Thanks." I said, trying weakly to smile. The door closed behind me, cutting of my eye contact with brothers. A tear rolled down my face.

I opened my eyes. I was back in my room. It was all a dream. I looked at the phone. It was a little after midnight, but I still heard voices downstairs. I feared that my dream had come true. I silently walked down the stairs. I saw Tasha and Davenport sitting on the couch, watching some stupid romantic movie. Mr. Davenport had his arm around Tasha's shoulders. They weren't fighting after all. I must have made a sound because they both turned to look at me.

"Hey Bree. Why are you still up." Tasha asked.

"I just had a bad dream. I'll go back to sleep." I said.

"Okay. Goodnight."Tasha said.

"Goodnight." I said, smiling at them. I walked upstairs again and went back to sleep, happy that it was just a dream.