Scars of the Past--- A Lab Rats Elite Force Fanfiction

Flashbacks

chase's p.o.v.-

my past hasn't been the best, i'll admit. hell, who am i kidding? my past was horrible and it affects me on almost every aspect of my day. i'm a victim of the flashbacks of my past. for some reason, they hurt really bad - physically and mentally. after a flashback passes and i'm hit with my own reality, my head begins to ache. my head began to pound and i knew i was done for. stupid flashbacks.

flashback :

i was on my way home. the weather was surprisingly nice for a cloudy, grey day like this. it wasn't humid, more chilly than warm, but i was grateful for it either way. as i arrived to my front door step, i noticed a white receipt stuck in the bushes next to the railings. i picked it out and unwrapped it. it had been from smith's liquor shop. i rolled my eyes and shoved the paper in my pocket. he really has to stop drinking, it could kill him, but what do i care? god, i wish i could just run away. being stuck with this abusive son of a bitch sucks. i know that my 'father' (it makes me sick calling him that) was drunk, meaning i had to be careful of my actions. fantastic.

sighing silently, i opened the front door and as quiet as i could, closed the door and made my way up the stairs to begin my homework.

a little while later, i could hear my father waking up. how lovely, i thought bitterly.

"chase davenport!" my step dad shouted up the stairs. i bit my tongue and made my way down the stairs as slow as i could.

"yeah?" i started. "what do you need?" i tried acting polite. i hate being nice towards him. i have these constant urges to scream in his face, yell at him, maybe wake his drunk ass up and realize what he's doing to himself; doing to me.

"why aren't you doing your chores?!" his shout was sharp. it hurt my ears but i shrugged it off. at least he's not beating me, i thought.

"i - i was doing my homework, s - sir." curse me and my stupid stutter. making me look like a weak bag of shit.

"oh, alright," my step dad started off. his tone got more aggressive with each syllable. "so let me get this straight. you're doing your homework instead of getting my drinks? damn, what a worthless sack of shit i've raised." ouch, that hurt. although i'm used to it, it seems as if he thinks of a new harsh term to call me everyday. fuck him.

"sir, with all due to respect, i'm not aloud to buy your-" i was cut off with a swift slap to my face. i stumbled back a bit, shocked.

"don't talk back to me, bitch." he growled. i clenched my jaw. don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. i heard the belt buckle come undone and knew instantly i was fucked. whatever, i thought. i'll be gone soon. just a couple more months until i can move out.

"take off your shirt," he demanded. scared shitless, i did what i was told. yanking off my shirt, it hasn't even been halfway off when i felt the leather smack against my rib cage.

"shit," i hissed quietly.

"suck it up." then everything faded away.

now :

i woke up drenched in sweat. my head felt as if someone was consistently stabbing my skull. i couldn't take this pain so i walked over to the bathroom and swallowed down some asprin. the pain dulled slightly, but not enough. i looked in the mirror. god, i look awful. sighing, i rolled my eyes and went down to the living area.

"hey guys," i spoke up. they all turned and looked at me.

"hi chase, you're just in time for douglas' cookies!" bree exclaimed, obviously excited. i chucked and walked over to the island, sitting next to skylar. i took a warm cookie from the plate that was placed in the middle a took a bite. the sweet flavor filled my mouth and i fell in love.

"woah, these are so good," i commented. after i finished that cookie, i grabbed another one.

"douglas, i'm not gonna lie," kaz started. "these are the best cookies i've ever tasted and i eat a lot of cookies." douglas laughed and a small blush appeared on his tan cheeks.

"thanks guys. maybe i'll cook more for you." we all sat and talked and i looked over at skylar, who was to my right. she's so beautiful. wait, chase, what? we can't think about her like that. plus, she's oliver's girlfriend. i can't do him like that. i shook off the thought and looked at bree, talking to her about that one time adam ended up locked in a garbage can.

oliver's p.o.v. -

i hate the way chase looks at skylar. he's clearly into her! i must get my revenge. he can't steal my girl like this. how though? how will i get the message through chase to fuck off my women? my mind pondered and i thought of many different ways, all too violent and harsh though. he's my best friend, i'll just try to get into his head. i can't hurt him like this.

a few hours has went by bree came up to me.

"hey ollie. we're heading out to go see a movie. you wanna come? we're seeing gretel and hansel." i smiled at bree sweetly.

"nah, i'm alright. i'm tired from that mission we had earlier so i think i'll just hit the hay. you guys go have fun." she nodded and left along with the others. i walked up the stairs and into chase, kaz and my room. i saw chase sitting on his bed, scrolling through his phone occasionally laughing at something. i, too, was sitting on my bed, which was across the room.

"chase," i called. he looked up from his phone to look at me.

"yeah oliver?" he asked.

"come here," i told him as i stood up. he did as what he was told and when he was close enough to me, i grabbed his neck and shoved him against the wall.

"i'm gonna make this easy," i started, my voice deep. "stay the fuck away from skylar. she's mine, you hear me? she's mine. not yours. get any closer with her, i'm afraid i'm gonna have to kill you and neither of us want that, do we?" chase's eyes were filled with fear, tears brimming the edges as he struggled for air. he nodded as he hit my forearm. i smiled evilly and let him go. he dropped to the floor, gasping heavily. i walked out, slamming the door and left the penthouse.

to be continued...

hey guys. it's been almost three years since i've written this story and i never finished. this story is gonna go under major editing since it's actual garbage and over the years i guess you could say i somewhat improved my writing. also, it was so cringy bruh. anyways, i'll update sooner or later. i just need some time, you know? school n shii is rough so.

also, shout out to that person who asked me to update over the summer when i never did. i just wasn't active and stuff was rough. anyways, i'm back and i'll finish this story, that's a promise.

gbye :)