Stronger Together (bxb) ✔

Chapter 7 - Chase

Chase's POV

My body feels like it's on fire. There is no part of my body that doesn't hurt. I hear muffled voices around me. It's those four guys again! I have to get away. How did they find me? I try lifting my arm but it feels like they're submerged in cement. Why won't my stupid body cooperate! My fingers twitch. I'm not safe! I need to move. I need to open my eyes. Who glued my eyelids together? My breathing starts to quicken but that only increases the pain in my chest. Tears roll out the sides of my closed eyes. The sound of the muffled voices intensifies but I can't make out what they are saying. Come on! I can do this! Open my eyes, open my eyes, please, please, please. I'm not safe, I need to at least open my eyes. I let out a whimper and finally my eyes shoot open.

I see a blinding white light. Yes I did it, I died! But if I'm dead why does it hurt so much? Oh no am I in hell? I didn't do anything that bad! I skipped classes a few times and stole money from Jesse one time but I replaced it in a week!

Oh no, is that enough for me to end up in hell? My breathing increases even more but then I register a voice. "Please try to calm down, it's ok, you're in the hospital, you have a lot of injuries and we need to take you to surgery."

Hospital? I survived? What the hell? I collided head on with a truck! What in the Supernatural is this? Wait if I survived that means my brothers will come see me. That means they'll find out that I was raped. I can't let that happen! I can't let them know that I'm filthy, broken. "Please," my lips barely move and my voice comes out in a whisper. The doctor, realizing I want to say something, leans down almost pressing her ear to my mouth. I clear my throat and try again. "Please, you can't tell my family that I was raped, only tell them about the car accident. Please, please, they can't find out."

The doctor pulls away from me, her eyes wide with shock and her mouth hanging open a little. I beg her again, pleading with my eyes this time. I don't want them to find out. It would hurt them, they would pity me and I didn't want that. Jesse would be mad at me for letting this happen. I just want to forget it ever happened.

"Please." I whisper, full on sobbing by now. She looks at me for a few more seconds then her expression changes to a sad one filled with empathy but also pity. I hate the look of pity in her eyes. My stomach churns. She slowly nods and I drift into an unconscious state.

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My head is pounding. I hurt all over. Will this pain ever go away? I feel something warm on both my arms. Oh my god! No, I'm being held down! No this can't happen again! My breathing picks up and I yank my hands away quickly opening my eyes. My brain is slow to register my surroundings. I can't seem to focus. I feel someone gently touch my cheek. It's actually comforting and I turn to see who it is. I see Jesse looking at me with worried eyes. He looks awful. His hair is messy but not his usual styled messy but actually messy. It looks like he hasn't washed it in days. His t-shirt is wrinkled and his eyes are bloodshot and puffy.

"Chase! You're awake I'm so happy you're awake!" He starts crying and moves closer and kisses my forehead. I feel a pang of guilt at making him worry. " Are you ok? No, sorry that's a dumb question, you're clearly not ok! Do you need anything? Can I help you with anything? You've been unconscious for a week!"

I give him a small smile, "I'm ok, don't worry." I feel guilty telling him I'm ok and not to worry. I never lie to Jesse. It's really hard to anyways because he can usually tell when I'm lying, maybe it was twin telepathy or something.

He puts a straw to my mouth and I slurp up some water. I'm far from ok and it's not from the excruciating physical pain I'm in. I feel a hand rest on my shoulder and I jump, leaning away from the touch. It felt like cockroaches were crawling on me when that hand touched my shoulder. Usually I'm a touchy person, I love hugs and pats on the back and tiny kisses. But right now that gentle touch made me feel like throwing up.

"I'm so sorry Chase! I didn't mean to scare you!" I look over and see my brother, Mason's face. He looks a little hurt that I moved away from him but he just mostly looks worried. I've always been closer to Mason than Justin. Jesse was closer to Justin and of course I was the closest to Jesse.

I feel bad that I hurt his feelings, I never want to do that. "No, it's ok!" Mason smiles and reaches out to touch me again but I involuntarily flinch.

He immediately pulls his hand back. "What's wrong?" I can't let him know that something is wrong so I reach out and squeeze his hand, fighting the urge to recoil. Justin then moves closer to me and ruffles my hair while smiling. I can't deal with all the touching, I really feel like I was gonna throw up and so I did. I tried to move my head over the side of the bed but my body hurt and was slow to react. I ended up throwing up all over myself.

Jesse holds me forward so I don't choke on my own vomit and rubs soothing circles on my back. Hmmm his touch didn't feel uncomfortable or disgusting, it just felt normal, like how it usually did.

Later once I was cleaned up, the doctor walked in asking everyone to leave while she did a check up. I recognize her, she's the doctor I told not to tell my family about what happened. "Did you tell them," I blurt out before I can stop myself immediately looking down at my hands.

Once I look back up, she is smiling gently at me, "no I didn't tell them but I think you should and you should file a police report." I shake my head profusely at her. No, I can't tell anyone, the only reason I even told her was because I was sure they would see evidence of rape and disclose it to my family so I needed to stop that from happening. "Ok, but you can't deal with this alone, I'll get a therapist to come talk to you."

"No, it's ok, I already have my own therapist, this isn't the first time I've almost died and I don't want to talk to a different therapist. I think it will be easier for me to talk to one that I'm more familiar with. I'll give them a call and set up an appointment." I mumbled out. She looked skeptical at first but then nodded. Well it wasn't all a lie I had almost died and I did see a therapist but I stopped going years ago. She doesn't need to know that though.

"Ok, well only myself and other female nurses will check on you, is that ok?" I nod, relieved. While her touch was uncomfortable and I didn't like it, I didn't feel the fear that accompanied the discomfort when both Mason and Justin touched me. Logically I knew that they would never ever hurt me, they are actually the best big brothers I could ever ask for. Well in recent years, we weren't always close. But some irrational part of my brain saw them as threats.

She finished her check up, telling me that if I change my mind or need anything to let her know. After she left, my brothers returned followed by Shawn, Dean and Chole. Shawn runs towards the bed and reaches out to squeeze my hand. I try really hard not to panic. Shawn has been Jesse's best friend for over 7 years. He was practically another brother to us. He was a tiny Asian boy, the same height as Jesse and very enthusiastic and filled with energy. Just before he touches me Jesse pulls him back. "Leave my baby bro alone, he can't deal with your energy right now."

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, grateful that I didn't have to be touched again. "But I just want to show him my love," Shawn whines, giving puppy dog eyes to Jesse. Jesse sticks out his tongue at Shawn who huffs in return.

I spend the next few hours listening to Shawn and Jesse talk about the most random things. I chime in every now and then but I welcome the distraction from the terrible thoughts clawing their way to the surface of my mind.

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