Ten Days To My Death

The Fourth Day (Pt. 3)

Quick note: hi it's me the author and uh there's only a part three to this because I couldn't fit it all into the previous story so yeah. Tell me if you want smut, and also tell me if you want me to continue the sorry after the tenth day! Tysm hope you enjoy the story.
TW: Panic attack:'(
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I checked my watch and almost tear up. 9:00. I had to go back to that house.
"Chace, I gotta go now." I tell him quietly.
"Oh..  That's sad. You should come again sometime." he tries to lighten the mood, knowing about the situation at my house. "Lets go!"
I nod and shuffle my feet out of his room.
"Oh, Natalie dear, you're leaving already? Well, come again sometime for milkshakes!" Alexis gives me a warm smile and I try to smile back but I can't.
"I will. See you again...!" I try to use all my energy to sound fine, but it's hopeless. Finally, I wave and ask Chace to accompany me back to my house. He willingly agrees and takes hold of my hands once we exit his home. Surprised, I let out a gasp but I don't pull away, his hand is the best hand I've ever held.
Not that I've held many hands.
After a few minutes of walking, I arrive. My eyes start are brimming with tears, and a lump forms in my throat. Since when did I hate this house so much?
"I- I guess it's goodbye-" I get interrupted by Chace pulling me into a hug. I wrap my arms around him, seeking comfort on his warm body. It feels selfish, but I thought I might die if no one would be accompanying me.
"You're gonna be fine, okay? Stay strong Nat." he whispers into my ear and runs his fingers through my hair. Its a weird move but somehow, I feel safe. A tear escapes my eye and falls onto Chace's hoodie.
After what felt like only a few seconds, Chace pulls away and plants a quick kiss on my forehead. I gasp in shock but smile and wave before opening my door, Chace still standing there, signalling that he would stay for as long as I wanted.
"Until I knock," I tell him. He understands my three words clearly. Until I knock on the door from the inside, I don't want him to leave.
Taking a deep breath, I enter and I am immediately greeted my my mother sitting at the dinner table.
She catches me right before I walk past her.
"Uhh... How was your day?" she slurs as if she means it. But if her words are slurred, she's drunk.
"Fine." I try to avoid conversation and head to my room.
"Wait," my mother says, and grabs me by the arm. I flinch and immediately jump away from her grasp, mumbling a 'dont touch me'. She sighs and sits back in the old plastic chair.
"We...we should talk." my mother says abit more clearly. My heart rate and breath quickens, I'm going to have a panic attack. Why would she want to talk?
"Eauhm. Maybeef no..." I can't even talk. Tears fill my eyes again and I shift uncomfortably against the wall. Her back is facing me, she's wearing a plain yellow t-shirt.
"We haven't talked in months, Natalie," she whispers my name and I frown at it. She doesn't deserve to call me by my name after she ghosted me for a whole year and screamed at me constantly during the first 4 months without Dad. I shake my head nervously. The panic attack is getting to me, my whole body is shaking and my vision starts to blur.
I needed Chace.
Slowly, I stumble towards the door with my blurred vision and spinning head. Finally, I grasp the doorknob, I can feel my mother staring at me.
"Chace, chace... Please... " I tremble violently and twist the doorknob, hoping that he would hear me.
Thankfully, he seems to hear me and bursts into the house before holding my hand tightly.
"You're not okay, are you? Come here." He whispers into my ear and I pull him into a hug instantly.
My panic attack is on full blast, my whole body is trembling and I lose the ability to stand. I breathe so hard I'm almost hyperventilating, tears streaming down my face. Flashbacks of my mother screaming at me and slapping me fill my head like my PTSD always has, before I met Chace. Still shaking, I almost fall to the ground but Chace manages to support me. Without showing any sign of confusion or panic, he lifts me up and carries me to a seat.
I sit down nervously and feel my panic attack simmering away slowly. Chace stands behind me and hugs me from the back and I try to relax.
"Do you want to say anything to her?" I turn around to see Chace staring intently at my mother. Somehow, he doesn't look angry or worried, just serious. I turn back and my body faces my mother but I look down. The ground sure looked interesting at times like these.
"Yes, actually... I hope you don't mind me asking, are you Nat's friend?" My mother replies calmly.
"Firstly, please don't call her that. I don't think she's comfortable with that, and I'm actually her boyfr- friend." Seriously, Chace continues to maintain eye contact with my mother. His blueish grey eyes are oddly charming.
"So sorry... I'm glad she has a friend during these tough times."
"Tough times? Maybe you could have paid more attention to her during these tough times." He raises his volume, and I hold his hand in mine to prevent him from shouting.
"It's been hard," she directs her vision to me.
"It's been so tough for me too, you know? Its not like, not like you cared." I eventually speak up anxiously, but Chace is behind me. Somehow, everything is fine when I'm with Chace.
"I didn't know. You should have told me." I can see my mother frowning, trying to stop herself from bursting out in rage. Great, she still has anger issues.
"Told you? You never tried, I'm telling you, you never tried to listen! You were screaming at me for 4 months straight! It hurt, it really did. How did you expect 10, 11, 12 year old me to trust someone that screamed at me for 4 months straight, or even worse, tried to slap and choke me! It really hurt, it was so bad, how do you expect me to tell you?!" The last straw of my heart snaps, and the words slip from my mouth.
"You..  You promised not to tell anyone about it..." my mother doesnt seem mad anymore, just tremendously worried.
"She.. She tried to choke you?" Chace asks me quietly, I nod just once.
"Listen, I don't think I'll report you to the police if you tell me everything you did to her. Please." Chace's tone is threatening.
"F-fine. Please, don't send me to the police. I want to make things better, not worse. At the first 4 months after my husband died, I was so shocked I took my anger out on Nata- her. It started from screaming at her everyday, but gradually turned into hitting her. Canes, bare hands... And then I started throwing things. At her, and everywhere, vases, newspaper, cutlery, and- and knives. Whenever she tried to retaliate I would throw a kitchen knife at her, sometimes it hit, sometimes no. And when it didn't, I would get so mad I would dash at her and try to choke her. It... I regret it so much. But soon my anger just... Slipped away and I found alcohol. It just- took me away from reality and from then on, I ignored my life, my daughter... And turned to bars and- and other men." she seems so guilty, but my inner self reminds me that she was the same person that ghosted me for a whole year.
And my heart flutters at the word 'daughter'. What's wrong with me?
"Can.... Can- can I-" I fumble with my words, still too panicked to speak.
"What is it?" Chace asks me and pats my shoulder.
"Nothing, just- can i- can we stop talking about this and do it tomorrow? I- I don't think..."
My mother understands that I'm completely not in the mood to talk and turns back to the table. Smiling, Chace waits for me to move.
"Thanks... For um. Helping me or something... " I stutter, trying to thank Chace.
"It's all okay, do you want me to stay with you today? I'll just send my mom a text."
I nod. I never knew angels existed on this earth.
Looking at the floor, I return to my room while Chace speaks a few words with my mother and I turn on my PC, then log onto Twitch and click 'Start streaming'.
"Hi... Welcome to the stream! This will just be a facecam stream and I'll just be talking... Thank you Caramel2020sucks for the gifted subs! Sorry if I'm not that funny or if I'm boring today, just tired-"
"Nat, you take the bed I take the floor?" Chace starts and I realise it's too late to turn off my camera.
The Chat immediately spams questions and hearts... And inappropriate jokes.
"Uhhhh-" I try to find words.
"Are you... streaming?" Chace questions and moves out of the frame.
"Rightttt.... " I start to say.
"That's so cool!" Chace seems to be really excited.
"Chat, please stop with the uh- jokes. He's just my friend." I laugh slightly and Chat overloads once again, stating that they had never heard me laugh before.
"Thanks for the 5 gifted subs, mcytRoadland_1! Anyways guys, um do you want to see my friend?"
The chat spams 'YESS' and 'YOUR NEW BOYFRIEND'. I turn to chace and motion for him to enter the frame.
"Hi, Nat- I'm not sure what you call her, but hi viewers! I'm Chace, what games do you guys play?..... Minecraft? Same! So sorry, but Fortnite sucks.... Brawl stars is nice too, Valorant? I don't play that anymore but it was good. GTA is cool... Oh sorry I don't play FNAF or any horror game!"
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A/N: Ayyyyooo surprise surprise Nat is a streamer! I don't stream but I do have a YouTube channel called Antarctica00, PLEASE CHECK IT OUT AND MAYBE SUBSCRIBE! ITS COMPLETELY FREE AND YOU CAN ALWAYS CHANGE YOUR MIND!! Tysm, anyways the 'your new boyfriend' part is a reference from Wilbur Soot's song. Thanks for reading!