They Don't Know About Us\\Book 2\\Brase Fanfiction

Chapter 15}Stockholm Syndrome

Chase's POV:

For weeks we waited, and waited. We searched everywhere, the main land, Mission Creek, anywhere else in the ocean we could. She just disappeared. Bree was gone. I had no choice but to blame myself for it. Eve got to me..she just came in and eased my worries like an angel sent from heaven. But in the end I realized that she was rather a seductive devil sent from hell. Not to be dramatic, of course. But she was definitely not what I imagined.

  The secret was out and it didn't matter anymore. Bree and I didn't share a mother but what we did share was special. Whenever something was wrong, she knew exactly how to fix it. All I needed was for her to come back and fix this..

Bree's POV:

  "Mom! I'm headed outside to practice my Ken Po training!" I yelled out into the room to hear my mothers response: "Okay, but its hot out there so make sure to grab some water and your purple mix!" I followed her guide and went out into the warm wind, smelling the salt from the nearby ocean breeze.  I never realized how much I was missing from being stuck and trapped on that metal island. It was all fake. Everything there including the people. They never loved me. All I ever needed was my mother and I finally found her! She was the perfect mom... she didn't yell, other than the times I misbehave but sometimes mother's need to be stern! and she always helps me when I fall. If I make a mistake, she helps me overcome and perfect it, rather than scold me for it like Mr. Dashboard did. Was it Dashboard? No, Davenport. He was the worst father. He never stuck up for me he only cared about himself. He never let me do what I want or see what I wanted to see. I was free now. Free from the prisons that he would always keep me in. I was finally able to be who I wanted to be. And no Davenport or Dooley or Krane is here to stop me.

   I started my day with breakfast and training. Though I was training the same way I was on the mainland growing up, I feel like it's actually useful for me. Mother doesn't mistreat me the way Davenport did. She helps me and trains along side me. She doesn't watch me and critique my every move. To her, I was a person, a child to be taught. To Davenport, I was a robot to be programmed.

   After training I took a jog around the island while Mother worked on her new project. It was a fiberglass boat that we would use for emergencies if needed. Mother is a great mechanist, much better than Davenport. She can sing much better than him too! Sometimes I can hear her from outside of the outdoor bathroom. She sings while she showers. Beautiful songs that sound familiar, but I can never recall where from.

   Sometimes I do think back to the bionic island. I always wonder which one of the students birthdays were that day or what special abilities they could have discovered in themselves. Sometimes I miss being a mentor. I've gotten used to how I was on the mainland: a mentee.
     When I returned to our shelter, I found my mother kneeling on the floor. It looked like she was going through some sort of records or something. "December 17th?" I heard her mumble. I kept my distance and stayed at the door. She mumbled some more and turned and found me.

      "Breeana... you're done so soon?" She said calmly. I nodded and nervously glanced around the room. "Did you hear me?" She asked. I thought about lying but I slowly nodded. She huffed and returned to her thoughts. She stood with her weathered hands on the hips of her leather pants. I scratched my arm and waiting uneasy at the doorway.

   "Maybe I should be honest with her," She quietly spoke out loud. She looked to me and waved to me to her side. I dropped my drink and went to her. "Listen, Breeana, I haven't been completely honest," She began. I watched her eyes through her thin white face mask that covered her features. All I could see was her olive skin, plump lips and rich eyes. Her short dark hair flowing from her head.

   We sat on her bed and she handed me a piece of paper.

Breeana Michelle Davenport
Born: December 17, 1998
weight: 4lbs 5oz height: 8in
time: 2:08
Mother: Giselle Vickers
Father: Douglas Orville Davenport

   I read it over and over again until it made sense. "My birth certificate," I stated. She nodded and said, "You were pre mature. We didn't think you would make it. You were born 3 months before your due date. Thankfully, my fiancé's bionic technology saved you."

    I looked up at her. "Save me?" She nodded once more and slowly peeled off the mask that once covered her. She was beautiful. She glowed.
     "I am your mother, Breeana," She confessed. I took in every detail of her face I could admire. She looked similar to me but had the same eyes as Adam. "You're Adam's mother too, right?" I asked. She slowly nodded.

     "After all these years..." I started, then continued, "Where did you go?" She released a hard breath and rubbed her forehead. "Your father, Douglas was cheating on me with another woman. I didn't find out until they met for the third time. I left without ever wanting to say goodbye."

  "He only ever told us about you once. He said you were a college girlfriend that always tried to one-up him in robotics," I told her with a smile at the memory. She rolled her dark eyes. "I bet he does think of me as just his old college girlfriend, pshh."

  So she was my real mother.. Then how did Douglas come in contact with Chase's biological mother? It was a lot to take in. I was closer to the end of my life when it had just barely started and the only way I survived as a baby was Douglas's bionics? He really did care about us back then...