AN: Hi! I'm back with Chapter 13. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Lab Rats characters or the parts of the plot that are from the book Girl Stolen by April Henry.

Previously on Bionic Stolen-

"Hello?" a voice called from the phone. My head snapped up to stare Douglas in the eye.

He smirked and said in a fake enthusiastic voice, "Hey, Donnie! Guess who I have?"

Chase's P.O.V.

"Douglas! I knew it! Let Bree go!"

Bree was struggling against the chair, trying to free her hands so she could tackle Douglas.

She looks so defenseless and frightened. I didn't want to tie her down like that, but who knows what Douglas would've done if I didn't.

"Oh, I don't know about that. She's quite the catch. I think I want to hold on to her for a while," Douglas teased into the phone.

Bree let his words sink in and stopped struggling. She craned her head around to look at me. Her soft cocoa eyes were widened with fear. She didn't like what Douglas was suggesting, and neither did I.

"You pull anything on her and it will be the last thing you ever do!"

"Oh, I wont touch her. How could you think I was that low? However, I can't promise anything for my boys," Douglas hinted in a playful tone.

"IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO MY BABY SISTER, I WILL END YOU!" a new voice threatened. It must've been Adam, Bree's older brother.

Her whole face lit up at the sound of his voice. She resumed struggling against the chair and tried to talk to him.

"Adam? You guys have to come and rescue me! Plea-" she broke off gasping in pain and shock. Douglas smacked her across the face. Her head turned to the side from the impact, and she groaned.

He must've hit where Marcus attacked her earlier.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw said android sneer at Bree's reaction.

How could he find satisfaction in pain? This is why I hate being here. I'm forced to work with people like Douglas and Trevor.

"Let my baby girl go this instant!" a woman's voice, most likely Tasha, cried from the speaker. She sounded like she would burst into tears any minute.

"Oh, but where's the fun in that?" Douglas smirked, casually leaning on the cyber desk.

"Douglas, enough games. What do you want in exchange for Bree?"

"Well, you've got a lot of nice things, but I don't want just anything. You see, under normal circumstances, I would just keep the her hostage until she agrees to join our side. Another bionic would come in handy. But, from what I understand, you never bothered to train her. She's completely worthless to me."

"What are you saying, Douglas?"

"I'm saying, I don't have the time or patience to train her. So how about we make a bargain. One bionic for another."

"I would never trade MY KIDS against each other. Release Bree now."

"I thought you'd say something like that. I will give you twenty four hours to change your mind. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

With that, he hung up, not waiting for a response.

"Take her back to her cell," Douglas barked at me. I nodded and unbound her wrists from the chair. She stood up without objection and let me hold her wrists behind her back. I was careful to avoid her burns.

When we arrived at her cell, I noticed a few tears leaking from her eyes. She staggered over to her bed and plopped herself down. I claimed the spot next to her.

"You alright?" I asked.

Well, that was a stupid question...

"No, Chase! I'm not. I've been kidnapped, held hostage, attacked, tied down, and teased. This place is horrible, and those people are monsters. I've never been more confused in my life. There's so many different emotions here that I don't understand. I don't even know what to call them! And even through all of that, I don't want to go home," Bree sobbed, her voice gradually shrinking in volume as she continued.

Okay, now I'm confused.

"What do you mean you don't want to go home? You just gave me this lecture about you hating this place, and now you don't want to go? That doesn't make any sense."

She sighed and stood up, pacing across her cell. "I do hate this place, but home isn't much better. There's nobody there who cares about me. I've been neglected from my dad my whole life because he refused to train me. My brothers practically ignored my existence since I was little. Mom only talks to me out if pity. Nobody's ever bothered to be my friend at school. I've never been loved, and going back won't fix anything. There's no point. I might as well live on the streets."

I didn't know what to say. I've never really talked to a girl before, let alone decipher one's feelings. Heck, I've barely even seen a girl! True, I had my mom, but I was too young to remember much of her. She left me when I was about three years old.

If it wasn't for your mother, you wouldn't be in this mess!

This isn't her fault!

She's the one who left you here to suffer!

Stop it! She didn't know Douglas would abuse me later on!

That doesn't matter! She still left you, all the same.

Shut up! She didn't have a choice! Douglas won custody in trial! You know that! There was nothing she could do!

"Chase! Please, calm down!"

What?

It was then I noticed I too was pacing the small cell, dragging my fingers through my ruffled hair. I probably looked like a deranged manic. I stopped and sat down on the wooden shelf, my head in my hands. I stared at my bare palms, just trying to remember something about my mother.

-Flashback-

AN: Cliffie! Sorry guys! Next chapter will be the flashback, plus a little extra...you'll have to wait and see!

I posted Chapter 1 of Tutor earlier, so if you didn't check it out already, please do so!

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