Fairytales

Chapter 10- Chase

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Another Chase POV. Things are starting to get crazy! Hope you enjoy and please don't forget to comment! What do ya'll think about adding his point of view in between Damia's? Useful or distracting? I'd love to hear your opinions!

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Chase wasn't sure what he was doing here. He'd wondered about it as he'd climbed through his bedroom window and down the side of the house, trying to keep quite just in case his stepmother was still roaming the darkened hallways. He'd brooded about it the entire ten minute walk through the deserted town—Reinton Heights, like it's residence, went to sleep long before the city even yawned—and obsessed over it for the entire forty-five minute bus ride that had dropped him off about a block from where he now stood, clenching and unclenching his fists beside an old, broken street light.

He glanced at his watch. 11:55.

With steely eyes, he stared at the deteriorating house sagging sadly on the street corner across from him.

Despite the long ride, the address he'd been given had not led him into the city like he'd expected, but into an old suburb just outside of it that looked more than a little worse for wear.

The house, what was left of it anyway, looked abandoned. Like most of the houses on the dirty street, the windows had been smashed in, apparently enough times that the owner had finally decided to cover the openings with wood instead of bothering to replace the glass yet again. The roof, covered in what looked like the remnants of cherry red shingles, sagged into the house like it just couldn't hold its own weight anymore.

He looked down at his hands and, in them, the note he held that had led him here in the first place. Sure enough, the address he read, for about the millionth time that night, was the same one gleaming at him from the house's chipping walls, the silver address signs on the front wall looking like the only new thing the house had seen in quite some time.

Anger simmered in his gut, drowning out, fortunately, any fear that should have been making his head spin by now. If this was a trick, some kind of cruel joke, he wasn't sure what he'd do.

Go home, he guessed. Curse himself for getting pulled back into this again, this world. Maybe he'd put it all away for good, lock it somewhere in the back of his mind where he could never find it again. Try his best to forget about the mystery that surrounded his mother's death.

At least, that's what he told himself.

Chase glanced at his watch again. 11:57. Time was almost up.

He had to make a choice.

His options were simple. He could walk into that house right now, looking for the answers he'd been searching for over the past five years. He could challenge everything he'd ever believed, everything sane, putting his life in danger for the sole purpose of knowing, once and for all...

Or he could turn back now, get right back on that same bus that had brought him here and sneak back into his room like nothing had happened. He could go to school tomorrow and go to class and watch Damia work after school like he always did. It would be so easy. But maybe the hardest thing he'd ever done.

Damia. Even just thinking about her made something tighten uncomfortably in his chest. The look she'd given him when he said he wasn't going to the cemetery, when he said he wouldn't be waiting to walk her home that night. Lately he'd taken that short ten minute walk, those few minutes when they were totally alone with each other, to feel things out, to try to get a gauge for just what her feelings towards him were. Mostly, all he'd accomplished was to make his less ignorable.