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Chapter eighteen: Perfect Day Gone Wrong
Davenport's P.O.V.
"When did this happen?" I ask trying to keep my breathing even.
"A week before Christmas," he replies.
"Over two months!" I shout.
"I'm surprised that a mistake as leaving evidence out finally got you to notice," Eddy smiles.
"This is not funny!" I glare.
And then I ask, "how far have they gotten?"
He looks at me almost amused.
I stare back expectantly.
"How far can your imagination go?" he retorts.
My eyes grow wide and I can feel my face getting redder.
"You asked! It's not like I wanted to tell you. You basically threatened me to," he defends.
I take deep breath.
"Where are they?" I mutter angrily.
"School," he answers while fluttering his pixel eyes.
"Great," I murmur.
"Are you mad?" Eddy asks innocently.
"Furious," I smile as I storm out.
I go to the kitchen and stand by the counter. I tap my foot as I wait for Tasha to turn around. When she does she gives me a confused look.
"You knew," I begin.
"Know what?" she asks.
"About Adam and Chase," I hold up the picture.
"Yes, Donald, I know," she confesses.
"Well this ends now," I yell disbelievingly.
"Where are you going?" she questions as she looks at me grabbing the keys.
"To school and find those two to put an end to this…this relationship!"
"Donald you can't," she stops me at the door.
"I can and I will," I go around her.
I can hear her heels tapping after me. I don't turn around and I certainly don't stop for an explanation. I start the car and she goes in the passenger side. I can feel her giving me an incredulous look as if I lost my mind.
Chase's P.O.V.
I stare in awe at the picture frame in front of me.
"Owen…this…this is amazing," I stutter.
"We knew you'd like it," he smiles warmly.
"Wow…" I look at Adam.
He looks at me back with adoration glistening.
"Thank you Adam, I completely forgot today was Valentine's Day until you asked me out…and I can't compete with this," I stare dumbfounded.
"Well you can start with an 'I love you' or maybe a yes?" he offers.
"Yes to what?" I ask perplexed.
"Will you be my valentine?" he asks.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I hug him tight like it's the last time.
"I love you too," he chuckles.
"This is awesome," I smile contently.
"So the date went well?" Leo asks from behind.
"It went fantastic!" I answer.
"What's in the bag? Bree asks curiously.
"Oh…umm my gift to Adam for being wonderful these past few months," I reply blushing.
"Aww," Janelle comments.
I take out the smaller bears and hand the creamy one to Adam.
"So you think about me," I whisper.
He smiles and places it on his key chain.
"So cute!" Bree giggles.
"And this one is in case you get lonely," I hand him the bigger one.
"I'll call this one Chasey and this smaller one Chase Jr.," He grins.
I kiss him on the lips and smile.
"Chase! Adam!"
I jump five feet away from Adam's hold and stare in horror at Mr. Davenport by the gate entrance. Tasha looks at me sadly and mouths, "Sorry."
"Mind explaining?" he inquires clearly angry.
"Explain what?" I ask.
He holds up my phone with the slide show of pictures of Adam and me play.
"You better explain before I send you both away," he hisses.
I instantly feel the threat said. Flashes of memories where Mr. Davenport almost sent us away appear in my mind. I feel my Commando App try to activate and attack.
"Please Mr. Daven-" I begin pleadingly.
"No Chase! I'm very disappointed!" he cuts me off.
"Donald," Tasha warns.
My throat constricts and suddenly it's hard to breath. My features have gone pale and my legs start to weaken.
'No Spike,' I warn.
'He's threatening us,' he replies defensively.
'He's our dad!' I protest.
'So you don't care if he takes you away from Adam? Because that is exactly what he's threatening to do' he growls.
That's all it takes to give me a panic attack. I fall to the ground and curl into a ball, eyes closed shut, trying to will Spike away. He's wrong; Mr. Davenport wouldn't separate us…will he? My head throbs and my body aches trying to reject Spike's appearance. I have never fought with myself but in this moment I can only think of protecting Adam and the others from my insecurities.
I place my cold clammy hands against my temples. And then a force field surrounds me. This wasn't how Owen and Janelle were supposed to find out of our bionics but I can't control it. I can barely hang on to the slim thread of sanity keeping me in check.
"Chase!" Mr. Davenport shouts.
There's a mixture of concern and anger.
'Too late now to be concerned,' Spike snarls.
"No, no, no," I whimper.
"Chase!" Adam's voice is the next to ring out.
His worry is what draws my eyes to finally open.
"…Adam?" I call hoarsely.
"Chase! Please Chase what's wrong?" he asks a bit relieved.
"Adam…" I breathe.
"Take it easy," Tasha calls out.
I see her glare at Mr. Davenport. My eyes land on his. His face is fallen ashen with guilt and worry but the anger is still visibly. That disappointment makes my breathing quicken again. The fact that I'm not good enough and that I'll be separated from my friends and family make me hyperventilate.
'Go away,' I beg.
'He's threatening us,' Spike insists.
"Please," I beg weakly.
"Chase hold on," Bree yells.
How can a perfect day go so horribly wrong?