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Warning(s): same as always
Chapter Twenty-one: Was I Wrong?
Chase's P.O.V.
A week later after I broke up with Adam I find myself slouched in the living room couch. There's a blanket draped over my small frame. I lay watching TV, a cat desperately chasing a mouse. I ignore the light tap of feet making its way towards me. Instead I focus on the flat screen TV. I feel the couch dip by my feet and a warm hand on my calf.
"Have you eaten anything?" Tasha asks softly concern etching her words.
I simply shake my head in a negative response.
"You have to eat something," she probes.
I ignore her like I have for the past week.
"You have to attempt to eat something," she continues.
"I'm not hungry," I finally answer.
"Chase I know it's hard," she begins.
"No you don't," I reply tiredly.
This conversation is getting rather old between Tasha and me. She has come to my room the past week checking up on me.
"Chase-"
"I don't need a lecture," I interrupt abruptly.
"Donald is worried about you," she whispers.
"Davenport shouldn't be," I spit out the name like a curse.
"He's your dad," she chides.
"Was," I correct.
"He only wants what's best for you."
"Does that include Adam and I being miserable?" I question.
My words sound much harsher than originally intended. I can hear her sigh resigned.
"Donald and I are going to a convention for the weekend…we leave in day break," she informs before leaving me to wallow in my misery.
My head rest on a cool pillow and I fall asleep.
True to her word when I awoke I was in bed. I got up and made my way down the quiet halls of the too big empty mansion. I walk towards the fridge and stop in my trek. I mentally read some sticky notes pasted there obviously before they left.
Spending the weekend with Caitlin –B
Being dragged with Big D and Mom –L
Remember to eat –Tasha 3
"Morning," a loud yawn breaks through the thick silence.
My body stiffens at the sweet sound of the one that once held me dearly. I slowly turn but it seems that the slightest movement makes my stomach churn in protest. I launch forward to a trashcan not far from where I stood. I made it in lightning speed probably beating Bree's record, if possible. Adam stands still unsure of what to do. In an instant he snaps from his worried trance and falls beside me. He rubs soothing circle on my tense back. I lean heavily into him and then a new wave of nausea assaults me. Once again I begin retching everything and anything I held, which was close to nothing.
"Chase, are you alright?" he asks concerned.
"'M fine," I mutter tiredly.
"Have you eaten anything?" he asks.
"I try…but I can't keep it down," I whisper hoarsely.
"We need to get food in you then, if you become any thinner or smaller I'm sure you'll disappear," he teases jokingly.
I can still hear the worry in his voice that threatens to overtake any other playful emotion. I slump back into his welcoming arms.
"You don't have a fever," he states observantly.
I internally roll my eyes.
"'m 'kay," I try to say but the words barely make a coherent sentence.
"No, you obviously are not," he responds annoyed.
"…Adam please…what are you even doing here?" I finally ask too tired to move.
He easily lifts me up noticing my distress.
"I woke up and noticed it was quiet and then I came to munch on something but found you…and now here we are," he places me carefully on the couch I was in the day before.
"Thanks," I mumble.
"Hungry?" he asks cautiously.
"The mere thought makes me sick," I reply.
"How long have you been sick?" he asks instead.
"What do you care?" I retort.
"You're right I don't care. Just the simple fact you and I were together a week ago and I don't want to be infected," he answers with a roll of his eyes.
I rise to my feet anger welling inside me. I regret the movement as I become lightheaded from the lack of food.
"Chase I'm kidding," he adds quickly steadying me.
"No, you're absolutely right…I ended this so I'll live with it," I say heading back to my room.
He stops me and pulls me closer.
"I was joking," he whispers.
"Stop, Adam I get it let me go," I struggle against him.
"I don't want you sick Chase," he sighs.
"I'll get over it, it might be the flu," I reply.
"That's the point Chase…we're bionic, we're not supposed to get sick," Adam notes.
"I haven't eaten for a week maybe that's why I'm ill," I try to shrug it off.
"Chase…I'm worried about you," he whispers in my ear letting go.
"I broke up with you so you shouldn't," I slur sadly.
"That doesn't mean I don't love you or that you don't love me," he says matter-of-factly.
"Do you still love me?" I ask cautiously.
"With everything that I am," he smiles dejectedly.
"I love you too," I whisper raspy from throwing up.
He kisses my forehead tenderly. Neither of us notice Eddy recording our moment and overhearing our love. Much less when he was sending it to Davenport.
"I'm sorry," Adam whispers.
"I am too," I reply prying his arms off of me.
Davenport's P.O.V.
"Do you think I was wrong?" I ask Tasha as I replay the video when we're all alone, again.
"I'm not sure honey. I just know that I see the love in their eyes and it's the same way we look at each other," she responds without looking up from her book.
"I feel guilty," I confess.
"May I ask why?"
"I didn't trust Adam, Bree, Chase, and Leo. They deserve happiness...in the course of the time we've been a family they really came through," I answer truthfully.
"Donald," she begins as she puts down the book.
"No, Tasha…maybe I need to have more faith in them…but I can't see them that way," I mumble.
"No one is blaming you," she says softly.
"Chase is…he's something special…he broke up with Adam in order to at the very least see him every day but in the end he is hurting himself… I didn't even know he was sick or that he isn't eating properly. This all comes to prove that I'm not responsible for my own kids. I haven't seen them this happy in a long time and I never knew why…now that I do I'm taking it away from them," I continue.
"Think about it but monitor them and keep a close eye on their love and maybe you'll find reason. And talk to Chase, I'm worried about him, he is very careful when keeping his health hidden," Tasha smiles before turning off the lamp on her side of the bed.
She turns over with her back facing me.
"I want them happy, I really do but…I can't, not like this…not yet anyway," I whisper in the darkness before, I, too turn to sleep after shutting the security cam.