ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ✗ᴄʜᴀsᴇ ᴅᴀᴠᴇɴᴘᴏʀᴛ

Chapter 24

Bree's POV~

I sat on the couch, just sitting there, with my head in my hands. That's all I ever seem to do now. Sit and reflect, with the occasional tears staining my face. 

The house is unbearably loud now, my footsteps echoing off the walls as I shuffle down the hallway. It's just another reminder of how alone I am.

Adam's really stepped up these past few weeks. Honestly, I don't know where I'd be without him. He seems to be doing everything at the moment, constantly out doing the shopping and other errands. I guess it's just his way of coping. He feels responsible for the incident with Chase. Although he doesn't admit it, I can see it in his eyes. I can tell because I feel the same way. I feel like punching the wall and screaming through the pain. But I know I can't do that, it won't help, because emotional pain is way worse than physical. Physical pain can heal, but emotional memories stay with you forever with no way of healing. 

Half the time I wonder if I'm ever going to see my big brother again. How do I know if he'll step through the front door again? Theres no telling whether the bloody FBI's come and taken away another member of my family. It's like they're out to get me, taking away everyone I love one by one, leaving me dead inside and feeling like I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown. Is this really all my life now? 

I froze as three gentle taps sounded from the front door. Should I answer it? It could be them, ready to take me away as well. No, agents wouldn't bother knocking. Or would they? 

I cautiously stood up and made my way to the door, taking time to look the the peek hole to make sure it wasn't the FBI. Phew. Just me being paranoid. I quickly rearranged my hair and smoothed out my shirt, then unlocked the egress and half opened it, finding myself looking down at a freshman. 

The girl who stared back up at me was tiny, almost Chase tiny. And she was pretty. Well, she would be if it weren't for those bruises surrounding her eye. An abusive family maybe? I don't know. 

"Hi?" I asked slowly. 

The girl pulled a loose strand of curly red hair behind her ear.

"Bonjour" she replied with a smile. 

Shit, I thought. She's French.

"Est Chase ici? Peux je parler à il?"

"Uh..." I said, frantically trying to think back to fifth grade french. 

"Vous ne savez pas francais?"

"Non...?" I mumbled, noting her mention of the negative infinitive. 

"Sorry" the girl muttered back. "I sometimes forget I'm not in France anymore. You see, I'm a French exchange student and my neighbourhood is all French."

I nodded, shrugging.

"You said something about Chase?" I said after a moment, almost wincing at the mention of his name.

"Um, yeah" she replied, her heavy French accent restricting her from saying the letter h. "Can I speak to him? I need to thank him for something". 

"For what?" I somewhat spat back. 

"He-" she sighed. "My name is Aimée. Chase, he saved me a while ago. I haven't seen him since and I wanted to..." 

"Saved you? From the air vent?"

She nodded. 

So this was the girl that lead to my brother getting taken away from me. It's her fault that I'm like this, and my baby brother is probably dead by now, or worse. 

"And why the hell did you come now, a month later, to thank him?" I was angry, but I tried my best to restrain from punching this girl in the face. 

She smiled. "I couldn't. I was in therapy. I mean, I was pretty freaked out. Wouldn't you question your sanity if you saw a freak stop a vent from collapsing on you with his superhuman powers?" She laughed. 

That time, I really did loose it.

"My brother is not a freak, you bitch. Get out of my face before I call the fucking police!"

Aimée hesitated for a moment, but then realised that I was serious. She muttered something in French and ran back down the hill, looking back at me over her shoulder a couple of times with a face of pure hatred. 

I cursed and closed the door, then stood there with my back against it. I inhaled deeply, trying to calm myself. I almost did, but then I heard another knock on the door. I swore and flung open the door, my face hot with rage. 

"I said piss off you little--".

I froze, my mouth wide open in shock.

Standing before me, a face of complete and utter confusion, was the one guy I needed back in my life. 

"Mr Davenport?"

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Right, so I admit that this chapter was a bit messy, but I hope it was somewhat alright and worth your time! Also, I just want to apologise for taking so long to update. (Also, if you are French, can I quickly apologise if I got anything wrong in those sentences? I've been learning it for a few years but I'm not the best at it so sorry if I made huge unmentionable mistakes!) 

Just so you know, while writing this chapter I was listening to the song that's linked in the media area and it inspired me a lot. It's an emotional and sad, yet beautiful song and is just amazingly written.

Like usual, please let me know what you guys think and what you want to happen in future chapters! I'm always open to criticism and new ideas!

Thanks so much for reading!! :D

Emmy xx