Game Over ~AntiAverage

17. Anti

"You're an ass." I groaned out as I hit the side of the bed. He managed to glitch everything right but we ended up hitting the bed frame very hard. I sat my self back and frowned. I lifted up my shirt as much as I could to see a large welt on my side. It was sore. That's gonna leave a bruise. And I'm gonna be the one to deal with it too, asshole. So my calculations were a bit off. It's all trial and error. AND THE ERRORS GET ME HURT! You should put some ice on it. "I'll be fine." I could hear him groan as I laid back on the bed. I could feel this slight stabbing pain in my neck and I frowned. You need to go get ice. You need to take care of yourself. "I said I'm..." GO NOW!

My body moved on its own for a moment and I found myself at my door. I narrowed my eyes but continued anyway. I felt far too shitty to fight with my own damn head. I made my way to the living room and froze. I could hear someone yelling. When I got there I could see Chase in front of the door gripping it like a vice as the person on the other side yelled him out. Well, shit. The dudes got his own problems. Shut up. I made my way over to the kitchen to grab an ice pack when their conversation finally hit my ears.

"You're such a child, Chase. How on earth to do you expect to care for these kids on your own?" Stacy... My mind started racing a mile a minute. So you remember her too now? I remember how much she pisses me off. I gripped the ice pack tightly in my hand as this anger seemed to burn through me. Oh, Shit... You should calm down. We have enough problems controlling our emotions. "You literally just said there was an issue. You skipped out on taking the kids and you didn't even give me a reason. What did Anti attack again or something?" I tensed up. All that anger instantly died down to the constant shitty feeling I've been plagued with for a while now. "I don't care if that psycho had a knife to your throat when you get the kids I expect you not to leave them waiting. What about Greyson? What about Trey?"

"What about Chase?" I groaned out as I walked back into the living room. They both tensed up and looked over at me with wide eyes. Stacy looked petrified. "What's the point in giving him a guilt trip? Shit happens. How many times have you pulled the kids back for 'reasons'?" Her eyes went dark as Chase started to shake. By the look on her face, I could see I was right. I can't believe you just bullshited a bullshiter. You don't remember a damn thing about them just her and how she makes you feel. And I know how upset Chase looks right now so shut up.

"Anti?" Her voice was cracking and I sighed. I am too tired to deal with all of this. I still can't get over your thought process. You're seriously gonna fake it. You don't even remember the kids. I'll do what I have to. "W-What are you..."

"I'm afraid I have to apologize. I was the one that pulled Chase from his kids." Chase was just watching me as I gripped the ice pack even tighter. She made my blood boil, but even still that shitty feeling just won't go away. I never smiled. I never made any attempted to look anything but tired. I couldn't even if I wanted to. I just didn't have the energy. "I wasn't well. Jack insisted on helping. Though I couldn't imagine why..."

"No." I frowned, even more, feeling this weight bare down on me. She was shaking her head and I already knew what the problem was. "There is no way in hell, I am letting the kids come here with..."

"STACY!" I yelled out catching them both by surprise. I narrowed my eyes before sighing and running a tired hand through my hair. "You don't have a choice in the matter. It's the law. Chase has every right to see his kids..." She was gonna say something but froze as I let my hand drop. I could feel the pull again although minor in comparison to how it usually is. She really was getting on my nerves. "I understand. If you don't want your kids around me fine. I will respect that. I'll leave." Chase's eyes went wide and I shook my head before he could say anything. "I won't let some b̵e̵a̷d̷y̵-̴e̴y̵e̸d̸ ̴c̵h̷i̵c̷k̷e̸n̴ ̸l̷e̷g̸g̷e̸d̵ ̵l̷i̴t̴t̴l̷e̵ ̴s̶h̶i̵t̵ ̴o̸f̴ ̵a̷ ̵b̸i̷t̸c̸h̶ use me as a reason to keep him from his kids. Chase is a good dad. And your just jealous... So wise the fuck up and be here by tomorrow with the little ones... O̷̱̓̈R̶͕̻͓̓̽͗ ̴̹̾͂̀͜É̴̙̼̋̇L̴̗͈̥̏S̴͈̏̎Ȩ̴̅̕!̵͚̞̂͝" Her face went white as I pushed the psycho grin he uses a lot. She just nodded as she ran off and that smile fell so fast. I sighed again for what felt like the 100th time today as I turned to go back to my room.

"Sam?" I frowned looking back at him sadly. The black pulled me under and I groaned hearing him laugh. Chase's face went white. "Anti."

"H̴e̴l̷l̶o̶,̶ ̸C̶h̴a̷s̴e̸.̵" Anti smiled wide as Chase sighed running a hand through his hair. I just frowned seeing the hat in his hands. "W̸h̵a̵t̵'̴s̴ ̸w̸r̷o̴n̵g̷?̷ ̵D̶o̸n̴'̵t̸ ̷y̶o̸u̵ ̵l̵i̶k̴e̵ ̷t̸h̸a̶t̶ ̶w̴e̵ ̴g̷o̷t̴ ̶h̶e̸r̴ ̵t̸o̵ ̶f̵u̸c̶k̷ ̵o̸f̶f̸?̵"

"What is wrong with you?" We both tensed up. I could feel the cut on my neck getting worse and Chases eyes went wide. "Y-Your neck. What..." Anti slapped his hand away before Chase could touch it and I frowned. It hurt a lot. Something was clearly wrong. "Anti?"

"O̵u̶r̷ ̷p̷r̴o̵b̵l̷e̴m̶s̴ ̸a̶r̵e̴ ̵n̵o̷n̸e̴ ̵a̶r̶e̶ ̵y̴o̵u̵r̷ ̶c̷o̴n̸c̷e̸r̴n̴.̴" He eyed the hat a little before grinning again. Anti what are thinking? Don't... "H̷e̶y̵,̵ ̴C̸h̵a̴s̵e̷.̶ ̶J̶u̵s̴t̴ ̵h̵o̶w̶ ̸s̵e̶n̵t̶i̵m̷e̸n̷t̶a̵l̵ ̷w̴a̴s̴ ̷t̷h̴a̵t̴ ̸h̴a̴t̷ ̶o̸f̴ ̵y̷o̷u̵r̶s̸.̶" Chase's face instantly fell as he gripped his new hat till his knuckles turned white. "W̴o̷u̴l̵d̶ ̸i̶t̶ ̵g̴i̵v̸e̵ ̷y̵o̶u̵ ̷c̸l̷o̶s̷u̴r̶e̸ ̸t̵o̵ ̴k̶n̵o̷w̵ ̷y̴o̶u̵r̵ ̸n̴e̷v̵e̷r̴ ̷g̵e̵t̷t̸i̷n̸g̴ ̸i̸t̴ ̶b̶a̸c̷k̶?̸" There was no change in his stance. Chase was clearly pissed. Why? Why do this to him? "I̴t̶'̶s̸ ̷g̶o̸n̷e̸.̷ ̶D̸e̶s̵t̸r̷o̵y̵e̵d̶.̵ ̸B̸u̶t̶ ̵I̵ ̴b̷e̶t̸ ̷y̸o̵u̴ ̸a̶l̴r̶e̴a̷d̴y̴.̶.̴.̶"

"My sons gave me that hat." My blood went cold. Even Anti seemed to falter a bit. Chase just narrowed his eyes as he placed the new one on his head. "For Father's Day." I took back control and felt my body break down. I... I stole something that meaningful from him and... I really am a monster. He looked up at me and his face softened. "Sam? Is that..."

"I'm sorry." I whispered out before walking back to my room. I have a session with the doctor soon but... I really don't feel like going. I just want to sleep.