Good vs. Evil

Chapter 9

BREE:

I am really glad that I told Chase what happened. My joy didn't last as long as I wanted it to, though. Chase was furious. Not with me, of course, but with Marcus. To be honest, I was probably more furious than Chase. Marcus almost ruined a really good, hidden relationship.

Chase sighed. "I'm sorry that I didn't trust you, Bree. I really, really am. And I am sorry that I let Spike out and I lost my temper and just..." he trailed off and collapsed on the couch. "I'm just sorry about everything."

Why was he so sorry? He looked really beat down and fragile; like if the wrong words were spoken, he would just let everything go and cry. And I couldn't really blame him. "What do you have to be sorry about, Chase?" I asked, my voice filled with worry. "Did you do something?"

"No."

"Then why are you sorry?"

"Because I'm your boyfriend and I didn't trust you!" he screamed. I'm glad that Tasha and Mr. Davenport weren't home, or this'd need a lot of explaining.

I smiled at him.

"What?"

"Nothing...except the fact that you just called yourself my boyfriend," I said. His face paled.

"I-I- I, um, I, I'm, I-I, I'm sorry?" he stuttered. He saw my smile and he his stuttering statement turned more into a question.

"No, no, don't be sorry," I said and sat next to him on the couch and grabbed his hand. He looked down at our now intertwined hands and I saw the ghost of a smile on his lips. I looked into his eyes, letting his hazel orbs bore into my soul. "I'll gladly be your girlfriend, Chase." His eyes sparkled with happiness and we both leaned, our lips were not even a full centimeter away. If one of us moved the slightest bit forward, we would find our lips connected. I was about to move forward, but Chase was to fast for me. He connected our lips and immediately I felt his tongue licking the bottom of my lip; asking--no, begging for entrance. I parted my lips and he ambushed my mouth, exploring everything.

He started to stand up and he picked me up as well. My legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms were messing with his hair. He went up the stairs, using his amazing brain to memorize every step and walked to his room (did I forget to mention that we have our own rooms, now? Well, we do. After I complained for months about not having privacy). When we entered his room, he pushed me against a brick wall and his hands traveled from my waist downwards to my thighs. I gasped in pleasure.

I felt Chase smile.

We had yet to part from the kiss, but we were running out of oxygen. I reluctantly pulled away from the kiss to give both him and I some air. We were gasping for breath for a few moments before I looked once more into his beautiful eyes.

He leaned in once more before the front door swung open. Thinking it was Tasha and Davenport, we exited his room and went to greet them. Let's just say that the people that burst into our home were not Tasha and Mr. Davenport.

No, these people were dressed in all black combat suits with machine guns at the ready, hand guns around their waists, strapped to a belt, and grenades of all sorts at the ready.

"Adam, Bree, Chase, and Leo Davenport, come out with your hands up. No trickery of any sorts or my men will shoot you," one person called.

I looked at Chase in fear and he hugged me. "It'll be okay, we just have to wait them out until Mr. Davenport comes back. He'll know what to do." His voice was reassuring but I wondered how long we would be able to stall.

"Do not underestimate us. Just because you are kids, does not mean that we will not blow this place up. We'd be doing the world a favor by getting rid of you bionic kids."

I froze. Who told?