AN: So sorry this is late! My stupid wifi was down and I couldn't publish this until now!!!! Also, there's an important author's note at the end for you all to check out!!! I don't need to tell you how important this is. (This is important)*

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Bree's P.O.V.

I just stood there. In the middle of the room. Doing nothing but staring at Chase. His black eye was still visible through his hands. He was motionless, just staring into his fingers. I sat by him on the wooden bed and did...well, nothing.

What could I do? I don't know what's going on or how to fix any of this. Heck, I don't even know if I want to go back home. Sure, there I have a roof over my head and food on my table, but that's literally it. No socialization, no family bonding junk, no missions, no bionics.

No anything.

I guess I should be more grateful. Chase can barely call this place safe. If he didn't kidnap me, I might actually feel sorry for him.

Oh, who am I kidding? I feel sorry as is. He's been tortured to the point where it's routine for him. He expects it, and doesn't have enough will to fight back. It's effecting him physically and mentally. Physically because of the countless slashes that run down his back, and mentally because he obviously can't focus right. I can tell because he didn't notice me in the back seat of the car! Seriously, who is so distracted that they can't see a teenage girl in the back of a car!?! Also, he seems to have forgotten about my crying fit last night...I hope.

After a few more minutes, Chase's head popped up. His eyes were watery and his expression was unreadable. He noticed me sitting next to him and quickly wiped away his unshed tears.

"Chase, what's wrong?"

He shook his head stubbornly, refusing to open his mouth. He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest, letting out a huff.

Ugh, boys. Why must they make everything so difficult?

I leaned back against the wall right next to Chase in an attempt to mock him. Key word: Attempt. My back was still burned. I let out a shriek before sitting straight up to avoid contact with the wall. Chase immediately straightened himself and reached out to steady me. He looked genuinely concerned.

"Whatcha doing?" I asked quizzically as he held the same position. He just stared at me in response. He suddenly shook his head and lowered his arms.

"It was your back, wasn't it?" He asked me, looking down at the ground.

"Yeah," I sighed in response. "Why does it hurt so much? My brothers have never gotten this hurt, and they go on deadly missions."

He scoffed, "Of course they get hurt, but their bionics counteract most of the effects of the injuries. However, since you can't activate your bionics, your bionic healing is restricted. That's why your back is still completely burned."

"Well, what about you? You still have a black eye and a bunch of scars." I pointed out, confused.

"Douglas disabled that ability for me. He says I need to face punishment like the soldier I was supposed to be. He claims I did this to myself, and I need to take responsibility."

"Responsibility? For what? From what I know, you didn't do anything. Well, besides kidnap me," I pointed out half sarcastically. He glared over at me and leaned against the wall yet again.

"Never mind," he mumbled, staring at the ground with regret and anger in his eyes.

He is making me so mad. No, correction, this whole situation is making me mad! I've never been so confused about my emotions or dreams, or...anything! It's like I'm fighting a war inside my brain! Stay here and become a prisoner or try to escape and be neglected at home.

Well, staying here would at least allow me to have some sort of friend. I guess Chase isn't that bad. I mean, he stood up for me against Douglas and he helped me when I was hurt. He seems to care about me...unlike someone's family...

However, if I stay here, Douglas, Trevor, Marcus and Jake would treat me the same as Chase. Maybe worse.

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

I was pulling at my wrists, trying to break free and get out of here. Hearing these old voices wasn't helping anything. I just wanted to leave this place.

I can't believe Chase would restrain me like this. I guess he just did it to avoid being beaten, but still.

"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.

I stopped struggling at his words. I did not like what he was suggesting. I could sense Chase tense behind me.

"You pull anything on her and it will be the last thing you ever do!" my 'father's' voice echoed throughout the room.

Oh, sure. Now he gets involved in my life.

"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.

Say what?!?

"IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO MY BABY SISTER, I WILL END YOU!" a familiar voice threatened. Adam.

His voice gave me a sudden burst of confidence. I guess it's that brotherly love that he never bothered to show. He spent just as much time with dad as dad did ignoring me.

"Adam? You guys have to come and rescue me! Plea-" I broke off, gasping in shock. Douglas slapped me across the face, and my head whipped to the side on reflex.

I guess I should get used to this. It's either here or home. In a way, I should be thanking Douglas. Adam filled me with false hope. The concern from my family was fake, just like every other lie he's told us. Douglas slapped me back into reality.

"BREE!"

I stiffened and darted my gaze back to Chase.

"WHAT?! Why are you yelling?" I shouted back, imitating his volume.

"You've been staring at the wall for three minutes. I've been calling your name the whole time!"

"Oh, sorry," I replied. He scared the living daylights out of me! "I was just lost in thought, I guess."

"Were you thinking about your family?" He questioned me, resting his elbows on his knees.

Geeze, does he read minds too?

"Um, yeah. How'd you know?" I asked him quietly. He sighed and ran one of his hands through his spiked hair.

"Seems to be the topic on everyone's mind lately."

"Even yours?" I inquired. He looked down at me and slid over in my direction on the bed.

"Yeah," he breathed.

Wow, specific.

"Well, I told you about my deep-seeded family issues. Care to share with me about your family," I paused. "If you can call this a family."

"I don't think s-" I cut him off.

"Come on, Chase! It'll make you feel better," I tempted him. He looked down at me again and quirked an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah? How will talking help me? What proof do you have?" he snipped.

Haha, proof? Fine then. He wants proof, I'll give him proof.

I stood up from the bed to begin my rant.

"Me. I am your proof. Before this whole incident happened, I had nobody to talk to. Therefore, I had nobody to help me through all of this family drama. You're the first person I've told any of this to, Chase. For years, I've been depressed about these feelings, but since I had no one to share them with, they just stacked on top of each other inside of me. I know how it feels to keep emotions bottled up, Chase, and it doesn't feel good. And it probably wasn't the best idea to tell you considering I can't really trust you yet, but it did feel good to let it out. You'll feel better about it all, Chase. I promise."

"And if you're wrong?" he teased, a smirk glued to his face.

This guy.*

"Seriously!? I just gave you this wonderfully amazing lecture, and you're going to question me? Wow, good to know, Chase," I remarked sarcastically. He rolled his eyes and stood up so he was at my level.

Aww, he thinks he's intimidating! Well, I guess he is....but just a little bit, though.

"Well, why should I trust your judgement? You just said you don't trust me," he pointed out with the same smirk. I rolled my eyes and took a step closer to him.

Ha! Now who's the intimidating one?

Never mind, I'm not intimidating enough to scare a bird. I don't even know how to fight! All I know is that hold I used on Chase in the elevator yesterday.

"That was a bad choice of words, Chase. Just tell me." I pleaded. He sighed and sat back on the wooden bed. He put his head in his hands for about thirty seconds while I just stood there, awkwardly. He finally lifted his head and stared me in the eye with a reluctant expression on his face.

"Alright."

* = Stephanie in 'Air Leo'

* = Chase in 'Trent Gets Schooled'

AN: Okay, here's the really important author's note I told you about... Wait for it... Wait for it...I am thinking about a sequel! Yay! Please tell me if you would or would not like a sequel. I really enjoy writing this story, but I will stop if nobody wants a sequel.

On a completely related note, I was thinking about having the next chapter the last one, so there's some suspense for the next book. I have a really good cliffhanger planned and I don't want this book to end up being 50 chapters long. I will definitely continue in other books, I just don't want over 20 chapters in a book. It seems kinda extreme. So, tell me what you think about it, and then I will make my decision.

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