So, I have decided that for the CDs they will be in another story (probably all together, so I can include Douglas at the end, and or the videos that are similar for all three). Those should be a bit longer each, so once I have a larger chunk of time I will type them up and post them.
And now, it is finally time for Douglas to come home, or maybe not...
"It has been almost a week, Tasha. They won't even talk to me," Donald sighed, his head in his hands.
Tasha rubbed his back. "Donald, we knew they would find out eventually. They just need time to process this loss. The kids will come to their senses,"
"I hope you are right. Douglas is going to be released this afternoon, and I am scared. I don't know what is going to happen," Donald whispered.
Bree walked into the kitchen to grab some cola from the fridge.
"Hey Honey, want to get Gepetto's pizza tonight? I know it's your favorite," Donald offered.
Bree did not make eye contact or utter a sound.
"Bree!" Tasha snapped. Her step daughter looked up and smiled.
"Yeah Tasha?" Bree asked.
"Don't ignore your father when he is right here and trying to talk to you," Tasha scolded.
"But Douglas isn't here, he won't be out until later," Bree responded innocently.
"That is just cold," Tasha muttered. "Bree, seriously, even if you are upset, you need to be respectful,"
"Upset? I am more than just upset, I am furious! He killed my mother, and you knew all along!" Bree yelled.
"Not another word," Tasha snapped.
Bree rolled her eyes. "What are you going to do? You can't ground me, I will just run or disappear. Plus, I already lived in a basement for 15 years, I can handle it," Bree sneered.
The loud noise from the living room caused Chase to come over. "What is going on?"
"Your sister is just getting herself into a load of trouble," Tasha said.
Donald turned to the bionic boy. "Chase, you know I did what I had to," he said, reaching for his son.
Chase pulled away. "I-I know. But I am just not ready to put this behind me yet," he said quietly.
Everyone looked up as they heard a car pull up. Even Adam finally came downstairs.
"Douglas!" Bree smiled after her father walked through the door.
Douglas smiled back. "Hey Bree,"
Donald stood up. "Douglas, I think we should talk,"
The tension in the room increased, everyone looking at each other.
Douglas nodded. "Okay, let's go downstairs,"
Down in the lab, Donald took the pile of papers out. The same ones he took from Douglas' safety deposit box. "Sorry I took these, they belong to you," he said quietly.
Douglas silently took the papers from him.
"Are you feeling any better?" Donald asked, trying to make things seem normal.
"Eh, good enough. What is this really about Donnie?" Douglas asked.
"I just want things to go back to they way they were before last weeks, uh, incident," Donald replied.
"The way they were?" Douglas huffed. "That isn't possible. I have tried for so long to forgive you, but I have struggled for so long that I don't know if it is possible anymore,"
"I did what I had to do to protect them," Donald whimpered.
"I know Donnie, but both of us have done some truly horrible things. And I think that any hope this family has of healing, it won't be all of us together," Douglas whispered.
"What do you mean?" Donald asked. "Please, don't leave again. You shouldn't be alone,"
"I won't," Douglas said.
"You don't mean..." Donald trailed.
"Can't you see how unhappy the kids are? They can't keep going like this," Douglas said. "I have lots of money tucked away, and a few safe houses far from here. I think I will head out for a while, take some time away, and let the kids decide if they want to come with,"
"They are upset, I don't think that this is the best time for them to make such a big decision," Donald said.
"That isn't your choice," Douglas replied.
Donald grabbed his younger brother by the shirt and slammed him into the wall. "I won't let you take my kids from me!" he yelled.
Douglas winced, his chest still sore and now throbbing again.
Upon hearing the crash, the three bionic teens ran downstairs. Adam pulled Donald off of Douglas.
"What is going on?" Chase asked. "This doesn't look like a regular conversation,"
"We were just talking about living arrangements-" Douglas started.
"Yep, Douglas is leaving," Donald cut him off.
"You're kicking him out?!" Bree yelled.
"No, I just need some space," Douglas interjected. "But you guys can come with," he offered.
"Douglas, they need to stay here," Donald said through gritted teeth.
"After all you put us through I don't really think that is your choice," Bree snapped.
"What I put you through? After all Douglas has done?!" Donald huffed.
"At least he didn't take our mother from us!" Bree yelled.
"I never tried to control you with an APP!" Donald snapped.
"No but you kept us in a basement controlling every other aspect of our lives. And Douglas had his reasons for using the trident app. We wouldn't have remembered it anyway," Bree huffed, sticking her nose up.
"You don't even remember her either!" Donald snapped.
"I do!" Adam yelled.
Everyone turned to Adam, who hadn't spoken a word since Douglas explained about their mother.
"You do?" Douglas asked quietly, looking at his eldest son.
"Yeah. I remember what she looked like, her goofy laugh, her french lullabies, all of it," Adam said, tears in his eyes. "I used to see her in my dreams, I thought she was just an angel, or a dream, or both. Neither Bree or Chase ever understood when I tried to ask them, they were so little. And whenever I tried to talk to Mr. Davenport about it, he shrugged it off. I felt so idiotic, so stupid," he whispered.
Adam walked over and stood next to Douglas. "I want to go with you, if that is okay,"
Douglas pulled his son close and put his arm around him.
Bree looked at Chase, who sighed. "I can't abandon Mr. Davenport," he whispered before going over to Donald.
"Are you coming, Bree?"
Hmmm, would you go with your recovering sociopath bio dad who tried to use you as a weapon or your childhood caretaker uncle who kept you in a lab for 15 years and lied about your mother's death?
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