Only The Goode Spy Forever

Chapter 93: Bree's Story

A note from the author: I'M ALIVE! So sorry for all of the suspense, my life got super busy. I don't know how much time I have to update these days, but I'll put in some effort. CAUTION: mature theme in this chapter, read at your own risk. Enjoy this chapter y'all!
"I remember everything," Bree Morrison said. When she was with Chase her vision blurred. She saw what really happened in Australia.
It was late and she had just worked out with Dallin. He brought her a cup of water. She drank it and they walked towards the arena. Suddenly, Bree fell against the stone wall. She felt tired.
  "I don't feel good," she said. She set her drink down on a table.
   "What's wrong, love?" Dallin asked.
  "I'm so tired. I feel so weak," she moaned.
  "I'll take you to your room," Dallin soothed.
  "It's just down the hall," she said. "Thank you." He grabbed her arm and pulled her down the hall. Bree shut her eyes. She opened them. She realized they had passed her room.
  "It's not this way. You passed it. You're going the wrong way," she said.
  "Shhh. Just relax," Dallin whispered huskily into her ear.
  "You're going through wrong way!" Bree shouted, panick rising in her.
  "Just go to sleep," Dallin replied as he tightened his grip. Bree closed her eyes. When she woke up she was in a bed. She wasn't in her room. She began freaking out as she noticed Dallin was kissing her neck.
  "Stop!" She said. "I don't want this!" She pinched Dallin as hard as she could. She was so weak and tired. Still, she knew he would have a black eye. The hit angered Dallin he glared at her and ripped at her shirt. Bree looked at her bare arms. She was so cold. She didn't have her sweater. She looked down at her chest. She breathed heavily as she relaized she was exposed.
  "Stop!" She screamed. "This is the wrong way! Get off of me! I don't want this! Please!" She felt the bottom half of her go cold. She didn't know if she was wearing close. She was drifting off to sleep. She felt a sharp pain at her bottom half. She moaned at the pain. She felt a weight crush her. Dallin. He was on her. He was... she wanted to scream. She needed to cry
  "Chase!" She whispered. She needed him. She needed him to save her. "I can't breathe."
  Those were the last words she said but she drifted off to sleep.
She awoke sitting on a bench. She was utterly exposed. She knew what had happened. Dallin ran a hand down her arm. He had a black eye. He told her to forget. Oh, how she wanted to forget.
"Chase," Bree moaned. Tears fell down her face. He held her as tightly as he could.
"What's wrong?" Chase pleaded. "Tell me."
"I- I can't," Bree cried. Chase grabbed her hands and stared deep into her eyes."
"Yes," he said cautiously. "You can."
  "I had just worked out with Dallin," she managed in between cries. "He brought me my water."
  Bree told her story. She had to pause multiple times to cry. Chase held her on each one. He looked in her eyes the whole time. Bree noticed that at times, he had teared up from watching her. He listened intently. His facials disgusted. When Bree finished Chase hugged her tightly. Then, he stood up. Bree looked up to him and took a step back. She had never seen him with so much rage in his eyes.
  "I'm going to kill him," Chase said. He had said it calmly. What scared Bree the most was that he wasn't kidding. Chase was serious. "Where the hell is he?"
"Chase," Bree said softly. "You can't kill him. You'd have such a big punishment."
"I don't care!" Chase raged. "I'm going to kill him." Bree shivered and Chase's face softened.
"I'm so cold," Bree's teeth chattered. Chase sighed.
"You're all wet from the rain. Let's get you inside," Chase said, his calm state returning. He pulled off his hoodie and held it above Bree's head like an umbrella. He walked her into the grand hall.
  Bree wrapped Chase's hoodie around her body. She shivered and Chase wrapped his arms around her. She closed her eyes and let the sound of silence fill the air.
   "Hey," Chase said softly. "I don't think any less of you. What happened... it wasn't your fault. All you have to do is say the word. Say the word and he's dead."
  "I'll be okay, Chase."
"I'm serious though, say the word and he's dead."
Bree tried to smile at Chase, but ultimately failed. She turned her head as she saw a flash of bleach blonde hair. Chase grabbed Bree and threw her behind him. His hands balled into fists.
"You wanna kill me, Romeo?" Dallin said with a wicked grin. "Bring it on."