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Chapter 11- daddy issues
Bree POV
Run, run, run, keep running. I felt my heart rate accelerate dangerously. I had to go faster, faster, much faster. I had to. I had to make my father proud. I had to make my family proud. Faster. It all started a few days ago.
(Flashback)
"You failed." Mr davenport said.
"I'm sorry, I ran as fast as I could." I defended.
"WELL IT WASN'T FAST ENOUGH. IF YOU HAD BEEN A FEW NANOSECONDS SLOWER, CHASE AND ADAM COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED." He yelled.
"I couldn't go faster. It's not my fault." I said, raising my voice a bit.
"You can go faster. You need to push yourself. Completely. If you can't keep up with the speed, then you can't be on the team." He said. I felt my heart sink to my stomach. Was he serious? I had been on the team since I was a kid.
"You can't take me off the team, I'm a part of it, just as much as my brothers." I said.
"I can replace you if you put the missions in danger. I'll give you a week. If you're still slow, you're off the team." He said, walking away.
(Flashback end)
I had run around the world twice now, without stopping once. I accelerated again, trying to heighten my maximum pace. I'll convince him. He can't put me off the team. One more time around the world, max speed. I sped up again, reaching a speed that I thought to be impossible. I felt a tightening in my chest, but ignored it. As I reached the house after my third world tour, the pain in my chest increased. Drastically. I stumbled into the driveway, trying to get as close to the house as possible before collapsing. I felt my legs give out, my mind blurring. Before my vision blacked out, I saw three pair of feet, running towards me.
No POV
"BREE, BREE?" Chase yelled, shaking his unconscious sister.
"Don't shake her. Chase, check her pulse and heart rate." Mr. Davenport said, looking really worried.
"Both are way too high. She could die. She's run with too much speed for way too long." Chase said. Donald's head snapped up. He knew why.
"Oh no. This is all my fault. If she dies, it's my fault." He said, tears collecting in his eyes.
"We'll talk about that later. Just save her." Chase said, his voice almost turning into a yell.
"You're right." Donald said, though not stopping the large stream of self hatred and self blame. They carried her down to the lab and put her into her capsule.
"There is a modification that can slow her pulse and heart rate, but she will be extremely exhausted for days." Donald said.
"Just do it." Chase almost yelled, his grip of sanity slipping away slowly.
"Done." Donald said, pushing the pink button. Bree stirred slightly in her capsule, though not waking up.
"She'll need some rest." Donald said, leading Chase and Adam upstairs.
Donald POV
"I think it's time to come clear." I said, turning to look at my sons.
"The other day, I yelled at Bree for not being fast enough. I told her that if she didn't increase her speed, I would replace her with someone else on the team. I think she ran that fast to increase her speed." I said, looking to the floor. Surprisingly, no one yelled at me or accused me of almost murdering their sister.
"It's okay. Bree's going to be fine, so we're not mad." Chase said. Adam nodded begging him. I thanked them and hurried down to the lab. Someone needed my apology more than my sons.
Bree POV.
I felt myself waking up. Great, they actually cared enough about me to save me. Mr. Davenport sat in front of me. I didn't meet his eyes.
"Hey Bree. How are you feeling?" He asked. I didn't answer. In fact I completely ignored him.
"Look, I know you mad at me, or at least mad at yourself, but don't be. Please." He begged. Ow I've seen that, the great Donald Davenport, begging someone for forgiveness. But could I forgive him? Should I forgive him? I would probably have to sometime, so why save it for later.
"I'm not mad at you. Okay maybe i was a little mad at you, but you're my father , and I could never hate you." I said. He reached out and stroke my hair, a thing he hadn't done since I was 10.
"I love you dad." I said, bringing tears to his eyes.
"I love you too princess." He said, bringing me into a hug, kissing the top of my head.