AN: So, here's chapter two! I hope you guys like this, and thanks for reading! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.

Bree's PoV:

As we walked through the door after school, the first thing we saw was a furious Mr. Davenport. As soon as he caught sight of Adam and Chase walking in behind me, he fixed his glare on them.

"Why? WHY WOULD YOU TWO START A FIGHT AT SCHOOL?! You do realize that you guys could've glitched and revealed your bionics, right?! I can't believe you two! This is so unlike both of you!" Mr. Davenport yelled.

Adam and Chase started to explain, but he cut them off by raising his hand. Leo and I were sitting on the couch, watching all of this unfold.

"I don't want to hear it," Mr. Davenport said, "You two WILL be punished for this!"

"Mr. Davenport!" I said loudly, causing them all to look at me. I stood up from the couch and walked over to stand in front of Mr. Davenport, who was standing behind the island in the kitchen. "They didn't start the fight. I did," I confessed. Adam and Chase looked at me like I was crazy, and so did Leo. "I started the fight with some cheerleaders who wouldn't leave Caitlyn alone. I threw the first punch at Stephanie, and it's my fault. If anyone's going to punished, it should be me. Not them."

"But Principal Perry told me-"

"Principal Perry told you what she saw, and she didn't see the whole thing. I started it, and Adam and Chase were trying to get me to stop. They pulled me off of Stephanie, but then she said something mean about me, and Adam almost pounced on her because of what she said. By then Leo had shown up and was helping us hold Adam back. Then Stephanie said something else about me, and Chase tried to pounce on her too. Leo held Chase back and I held Adam back. Perry came out then and saw me and Leo holding Adam and Chase back, and she got the wrong idea. They're innocent, and they were just trying to stand up for me. Punish me, I don't care. But don't punish them, because they didn't do anything wrong," I said.

Mr. Davenport stared at me for a moment, and I stared right back. "Alright," Mr. Davenport said, "How many girls did you attack?"

"Three," I answered.

"Then you're grounded for three weeks, starting today. Hand over your phone. You're only allowed to leave for missions and school." I gave him my phone, and he left to go down to the lab.

"Bree?" I heard Chase ask.

I turned to look at him. "Yeah?"

"Why did you do that?"

"Because," I told him, "It was, as far as he knows, true. Sure, you two both hit Stephanie, but technically, I started the fight by telling her to back off and pushing her. If I had just kept my cool and not let her get to me, none of that would've happened. It was my fault, so I should be the one who gets punished. And besides, you two stood up for me. I owed you one, and now I don't. So everything works out."

I then thought about Marcus. We had been dating for a few months now, and we had a date on Friday. Which I now have to miss. It originally wouldn't be such a big deal, but over the past few months, probably about after the first two weeks of us dating, Marcus became abusive, verbally and physically. While my family knew that I was dating Marcus, they had no idea that he was hurting me. No one did.

I'm scared that if I tell him that I can't make the date, he'll hurt me. But if I don't tell him, and then I just don't show up, he'll be REALLY mad. So I guess the best thing to do is call him and hope that he doesn't get too mad.

"Hey, Chase?" I asked, "Can I borrow your cellphone for a minute? I need to call Marcus and tell him that I can't make our date on Friday."

Adam and Chase looked at me. "You're missing a date with Marcus because of this?" Adam asked.

"Yeah, but it's okay. We'll have plenty more dates to go on," I told him, not wanting them to feel bad about this.

Chase handed me his cellphone. "Thanks," I said.

"No problem," Chase muttered.

I dialed Marcus's number and waited for him to pick up. After three rings he answered with a "Hey Chase."

"Actually, Marcus, this is Bree."

"Hey Bree! Why didn't you just call on your cellphone?"

"I got it taken away for three weeks starting today."

"Why did your dad take it away?"

"Listen, um, I did something really stupid at school today, and now I'm grounded for three weeks, and I'm only allowed out of the house for school. So, I'm really sorry, but I, uh, I can't make our date on Friday. Or, any other date for the next three weeks, starting today," I explained.

"What did you do?!" he shouted.

I moved the phone away from my ear for a moment before putting it back against my ear. "I, I got in a fight with some cheerleaders."

"Oh my God. YOU ARE SUCH AN IDIOT! WHY WOULD YOU FIGHT WITH THEM?!" Marcus shouted.

"Marcus, they were insulting me and my family! What did you expect me to do?!" I yelled back at him.

"DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! DON'T. YOU. DARE! THE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU, YOU BETTER BE READY FOR ONE HELL OF A BEATING, BECASUE THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE GETTING!"

Fear washed over me, along with regret. I shouldn't have yelled at him, that only makes things worse. "Marcus, Marcus I'm sorry!" I cried. "Please don't-"

"Oh? You don't want me to hurt you? Alright, I'll just beat up Leo!" he threatened.

"NO!" I yelled, "Don't hurt him! This is my fault, I should take the punishment for it, not him. He's innocent. Hurt me, kill me, I don't care, just don't lay a finger on them! Please!"

"Okay, then. You take the beatings, your family is safe. If you don't take the beatings, little Leo is going to look quite deformed."

"I'll take them. Just, don't hurt him, don't hurt any of them," I said.

"Okay. I'll see you at school," Marcus said, and then he hung up.

I tossed the phone to Chase, and thankfully he caught it. "Thanks Chase," I said, trying not to cry.

"You're welcome," he told me slowly, not taking his gaze off of me. "Bree, is everything alright with Marcus?"

I was about to say, "Yeah, everything's fine," like I usually was, but I decided against lying to them again. I needed to tell someone, and my brothers seemed like the best ones to tell. "No," I answered truthfully.

"What's wrong?" Leo asked.

I looked down before looking up at them again. "It's time you guys knew the truth." I supersped up to my room, used my superspeed to change into short shorts and a tanktop, and I supersped downstairs.

Chase's PoV:

I watched as Bree sped upstairs and then came down a second or two later. She had changed her clothes, and at first I couldn't tell why. But then I noticed the cuts and bruises all over her body, and I gasped. Adam, Leo, and I walked over to her slowly, looking her over. The cuts and bruises were everywhere on her body, and I couldn't tell which one there was more of.

"Bree, did Marcus do this to you?" I asked, grabbing one of her arms gently and inspecting it.

"Yes," she answered, "Some of these are old, and some of them are fresh."

"When was the last time that he beat you?" Adam questioned, his eyebrows furrowing in concern.

"This afternoon, during lunch," she said quietly. Then she took her arm out of my grasp and pointed to one bruise, saying, "This one was for being stupid," she pointed to a cut, "This one is for being worthless," and so on and so forth. Then she turned around so her back was facing the three of us, and she pulled her tank top slightly so we could see her back. There were deep cuts on her back, and she turned around so we could see her stomach, which had cuts, slightly less deep, on it.

"Bree, why do you stay with him," Leo questioned, "He abuses you, verbally AND physically. You deserve so much better, so why do you stay with him?"

"Because, Leo," she answered, "I'm scared. I'm scared he'll hurt you guys, or Mr. Davenport, or Tasha. I'm afraid he'll kill me. There's," she took a shuddering breath, "There's so many things that he can do. And I'm scared to think of what he WILL do, should I break up with him, which I want to. But that just isn't an option."

"Bree, we'll protect you. Marcus won't get to you as long as we're around. Now, call him and dump him," Adam commanded.

"Adam, it isn't that simple," she told him sadly.

"Yes," I argued, "It is."

"NO," she protested, "It's not. Look, when I was talking to him on Chase's cell, he threatened Leo. He said that the next time he sees me, he'll beat me worse than ever before, and when I begged him not to hurt me, he said he would beat Leo up in place of me. I'm not letting that happen. I don't care if he hurts me, but he's not hurting you guys, I'm going to make sure of that." She looked so determined, and I had to wonder why she was suddenly so protective of us.

"Bree, why are you so protective of us all of a sudden?" I asked.

"Yeah," Leo agreed, "Aren't you the one who always says that you can't wait to get out of here and never see us again?"

She blushed slightly before she said, "Listen, I'm your sister. I'm supposed to say those things. Kinda like how, because you're my brothers, I just kind of expect you guys to prank me, and tease me, and annoy me to no end. It's natural. But just because I say that I can't wait to leave, that doesn't mean that I don't care about you guys. And even when I move out, I'll still want to see you guys."

"Awww," Adam said, smiling like an idiot.

I had to admit, that was really sweet. (God, I'm turning into a such a girl.) I wouldn't tell Bree this under any normal circumstances, but she was a really good sister. I had always known that, but I never knew that she willingly be beaten and die for us. So, actually, I take it back. She's not a really good sister, or even a great sister. She was an awesomely amazing sister.

I stared at Bree for a minute. "SO, you mean to tell me that you would willingly be beaten and possibly die, just so Marcus wouldn't beat us up?" I questioned.

She nodded and said, "Yeah, that sound about right."

We all enveloped her in a group hug, all of us being careful of her bruises and cuts. She hugged us back, and it was one of the nicest moments that I think my family has ever shared together.

When we broke apart a minute or so later, I handed her my cellphone. I looked her dead in the eye. "You can do this. You'll be fine. And put it on speaker, I want to see how he speaks to you." Adam and Leo nodded in agreement, and I watched as Bree, looking nervous, dialed Marcus's number with shaking fingers. She put the phone on speaker, and we listened to it ring a few times. Then Marcus answered with an annoyed, "Hello?"

"Hey, Marcus, it's Bree. Listen, um, I need to tell you something. Um, see, the thing is, I don't think this relationship is working out. Actually, I KNOW that this relationship isn't working out. You know, when we first started dating, you were so sweet, and I thought that you'd be an amazing boyfriend, and for the first two weeks, you were. And then you started hurting me, and Marcus, I just can't take it anymore. I'm sorry, but I, I just can't. SO, I guess what I'm really trying to say is, Marcus, I'm breaking up with you," Bree said nervously, looking like she was going to throw up.

Bree walked over to one of the stools at the island, and she sat down, setting the phone down on the island countertop. She was shaking really badly, so Adam walked over and started to soothingly rub her back in slow circles. As Adam stood next to Bree and rubbed her back, Leo and I walked over and stood behind the island, facing Bree and Adam.

This whole time Marcus had been silent, and I was starting to think that he had hung up. And then, "YOU STUPID, BITCHY SLUT! ARE YOU LEAVING ME FOR SOMEONE ELSE?! YOU KNOW WHAT, THAT DOESN'T MATTER! WHAT DOES MATTER, IS THAT I AM GOING TO BEAT THE ABSOLUTE HELL OUT OF YOU! HOW DARE YOU TRY TO BREAK UP WITH ME?! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO EVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN! YOU HEAR ME?! NEVER. AGAIN! NOW, YOU STILL THINK THAT WE'RE BREAKING UP?!"

"Yes," Bree said confidently.

"THAT'S IT! I'M. GOING. TO. KILL. YOU. ENJOY THIS TIME WITH YOUR FAMILY, BECAUSE WHEN YOU SHOW UP AT SCHOOL TOMORROW, YOU'RE DEAD!" And with that, the line went silent.

I can't believe that he just talked to my sister like that! I figured that it would be bad, but that was horrible. I'm going to kill him. I'm going to kill him, and that isn't Spike talking.

I snapped out of my thoughts to see Bree sobbing, and Adam and Leo trying unsuccessfully to comfort her.

"Bree, it's alright, he's not gonna hurt you," Leo tried, but she just sobbed even harder.

Adam pulled Bree into his chest and tried stroking her hair, and even though Bree's sobbing quieted down, I could still seeing her back shaking violently.

"Chase, help!" Leo cried.

"What do you want me to do?" I shouted back.

"I don't know! What calmed her down when she was little?!"

I tried and tried to think, but I couldn't think of anything. Then it hit me.

"Adam, give her to me," I commanded, holding out my arms.

"Chase, are you sure?" Adam asked, "I don't think your tiny little body can bear to carry Bree, even if you're just going to the couch!"

I glared at him and said, "Just give me our sister!"

He consented, gently prying Bree off of his chest and handing her to me. I picked her up in a bridal hold and carried her to the couch. I sat down with her in my lap and I gently started rocking her back and forth. I started to sing into softly to her, and she slowly stopped crying. Whenever she pulled her head away from my chest, her makeup was running down her face, which was red and splotchy. Her eyes were puffy, and she took a deep shuddering breath.

She looked at me and said, "Thanks Chase."

"No problem. Come on, let's go clean you up," I responded.

She nodded, and we both got up from the couch.

The Next Day:

Adam's PoV:

We walked into school and went to our lockers. As I was getting my books for first hour, I heard a loud bang sound behind me. I turned around and saw something that would've made my commando app come out (if I had one.) Marcus had slammed Bree into her locker. I walked over to them and tapped Marcus on the shoulder. When he turned around, I let my fist fly, making contact with his face and breaking his nose.

"Stay away from my sister," I said, picking Marcus up by the collar of his shirt.

He nodded, stumbling away while he held his nose. I looked at Bree and brought her into a side hug, and together, we enjoyed the sight of Marcus trying desperately to get to the nurse's office.

I looked at Bree again as she said, "Nice punch." We fist bumped, and together we walked off to first hour.

AN: Wow. Was that long, or was it just me? There will be more to come, and I hope you liked this. Hopefully it wasn't TOO long. Thanks for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and following, if you do. Later :p