Good vs. Evil

Chapter 3

So, just a note, I am going to be writing in points of views from now on because it is becoming difficult to capture everything. If you have a problem with this, let me know.
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MARCUS:

I just don't get it. What went wrong? Was I not giving her a good time? I know, I know, Chase said that their dad needed them for a family matter, or whatever, but I don't buy it. 

"Marcus, what is going on with you?" Douglas asked. I don't have the patience to deal with his questions right now, so I didn't answer. "Marcus, answer me." I refuse. "Marcus! Now! If I ask again, I'll take away your phone, understood?" Threatening to take away my phone isn't exactly the best way to get me to open up to him, but knowing him, he was serious. And I like my phone, so I'll keep it.

"Fine," I grumbled. "Just give me a sec to change out of these idiotic clothes." There was no answer to that, so I just took that as an 'okay' and removed the suit I was wearing and changed into some regular, everyday clothes. I put on a green v-neck and black jeans, but the v-neck was a bit to happy for me so I changed the green to navy blue.

I walked down our stone staircase, my hand grazing the stone banner ever so slightly.

"Finally," Douglas said. He took in my outfit. "Why are you dressed like that? Are you going somewhere again?" Why is it that he wanted to know literally everything about my social life? And what the heck is with the spikes in his hair? Doesn't he know that they get annoying to look at after the first time you see them?

"None of your business," I snapped. "What did you want?" I knew what he wanted, I'm not stupid or anything, after all, I am the smartest person in the world...well, other than Chase, but I could be smarter than him...someday.

"I want to know why you were wearing a suit, and now, I want to know why you are dressed like you are going to be going out soon. Care to explain?" he said.

"None of your concern."

"Really, now? You're like a son to me, Marcus, and this is what father's worry about when sons-or daughters-go out late at night and don't provide any explanation!" he was yelling by now, and I really could understand why. I mean, if I were a father, I would have probably been yelling at me too.

"Fine." I sighed. "I went out with Bree and-" I started, but he interrupted me, sadness and hurt evident in his voice.

"You thought I wouldn't want to know that?" he asked. 

"I didn't think you'd care," I said.

"Me not care? I care about you so much more than you think." I looked down, considering I was programmed not to cry, all I could do was feel my throat tighten up. 

CHASE:

I have thought about killing myself twice now, but each time I thought about it, I thought about Bree. Was she worth it? I didn't even know why I thought of that. Of course she's worth it, but she doesn't like me, not like that. So I might as well just give up, right?

"Hey, Chase." Adam walked into the lab eating a batch of what looked to be chocolate chip cookies. "Whatcha doing?" I didn't answer. I didn't feel like answering. Not like Adam would care anyway, he would probably just walk by me without a second glance. "Chase? What's wrong, bro?"

I looked at him. Did he just call me 'bro'? I voiced my thoughts. "Did you just call me 'bro'?" Adam has called me many things, but the term 'bro' has never been a part of those things.

"Of course I did, why wouldn't I? You are my brother, right? You aren't a fake Chase?" I laughed.

"No, I'm the real Chase, and nothing is wrong, Adam," I replied simply, hoping he couldn't see through my lie. "I just...I just really want to be alone at the moment, all right?" I hoped that he would leave after that, but he didn't. He stared down at me and then, after a second of hesitation, he sat down next to me and handed me a cookie. "Thanks." It was this simple act of kindness that made me realize how good of brothers me and Adam could be when we weren't fighting.

He leaned back. "It's Bree, isn't it?" My jaw fell to the floor-literally, I have this new ability were I can disassemble body parts and command them with my mind to do whatever I please in a desperate situation. He saw my face and smiled. "What? We can all tell that you two like each other, but you're afraid of the consequences."

"Well, if I'm being honest," I said, "I poured my heart out to her and she ran away from me. I think your definition of liking is a bit different from mine."

"What did you do?"

"I-I sang to her." He looked at me with a surprised expression,

"You can sing?"

"And play guitar."

"Since when? Why doesn't anyone know about it?" he asked.

"I didn't want anyone to know," I said looking down. "But, when I finally opened up to someone, she ran away like I had a disease."

Adam completely disregarded what I had just said, or so I thought, but that's besides the point. What he asked me to do caught me completely off guard. "Can you sing a song to me?"

"I don't think so."

"Okay, let me put it this way. Sing me a song. See? It isn't exactly a question now. Sing me a song," he demanded. I really wanted to sing my feelings out now, so I was kinda glad that Adam had made me do it.

"Let me just go grab my guitar."

Once I got back, I cleared my throat and stood in front of him.

"Okay, it's called Stitches." Once again, I cleared my throat and began:

I thought that I'd been hurt before
But no one's ever left me quite this sore
Your words cut deeper than a knife
Now I need someone to breathe me back to life


Got a feeling that I'm going under
But I know that I'll make it out alive
If I quit calling you my lover
Move on


You watch me bleed until I can't breathe
Shaking, falling onto my knees
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
Tripping over myself,
Aching, begging you to come help
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches


Just like a moth drawn to a flame
Oh, you lured me in, I couldn't sense the pain
Your bitter heart cold to the touch
Now I'm gonna reap what I sow
I'm left seeing red on my own


Got a feeling that I'm going under
But I know that I'll make it out alive
If I quit calling you my lover and
Move on


You watch me bleed until I can't breathe
Shaking, falling onto my knees
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
Tripping over myself,
Aching, begging you to come help
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches

[x3:]Needle and the thread,
Gotta get you out of my head
Needle and the thread,
Gonna wind up dead


Needle and the thread,
Gotta get you out of my head, get you out of my head
You watch me bleed until I can't breathe
Shaking, falling onto my knees (falling on my knees)
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches (and I'll be needing stitches)
Tripping over myself,
Aching, begging you to come help (begging, "Baby, please.")
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches




(And now that)
I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
(And now that)
I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches

I finished and Adam looked like he was about to cry. "That was amazing, Chase," he marveled.

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This is, again, not my song lyrics or anything, but since it was a pretty recent song, I'm gonna say that we all know what the name is, but if you don't, it is called, Stitches by Shawn Mendes.