Forever and Always || Chase Davenport

Part 11

After Chase and I had become a couple, if that's what you would say, we were almost inseparable. I spent almost every day at the Davenport's, only not going if they had an urgent mission or something. Honestly, I was pretty sure my mom was a little relived that I wasn't sulking around my own home all day. It gave her time to be alone and decompress. I mean, we had changed our whole life in the span of a few days. I was sure she just wanted to get used to it. Me, on the other hand, was starting to really like this moving adjustment. The next few weeks practically flew by, and I couldn't be happier, but I also had this nagging feeling that everything was a little too perfect. I had made new best friends in a matter of hours when I first arrived, my boyfriend was the closest thing to a real life superhero, and my dad hadn't made any contact with us since we arrived here. That's what I was mainly worried about. First, the fact that if my dad did happen to find us, my mom wouldn't hesitate to jump up and run again, forcing me to leave all of the good things I had in California. But also, I was a little concerned that my father hadn't found us yet. Of course, I didn't want him too, but I couldn't help feeling that he was close...that it wouldn't be long before I saw him again. I didn't tell Chase, or any of the Davenport's for that matter, any of this because I just knew it would make them worry. They didn't even know my mom and I ran away from my dad in the first place. I wasn't about to confess this to them just because I was anxious.

"Hey!" I heard Bree's voice say, snapping me out of my thoughts, "I think you've spent enough time with Reagan, Chase."

I grinned and looked at Bree, whose arms were crossed. I forgot to mention that ever since Chase and I had started dating, Bree had been just a little jealous. Yes, she was the one that wanted us to be together in the first place, but I guess she just didn't realize what dating would mean. We were best friends though, so I did understand how me being with her brother was weird.

Chase proceeded to ignore his sister, which only made her more aggravated. I could tell things were about to get ugly between the siblings, so I jumped up and stood next to Bree.

"Chase, I promised Bree I would hang out with her. You can't be mad," I said and tried not to laugh at his shocked expression.

"You're really choosing my sister over me?" Chase asked and shot a glare at Bree.

Bree smiled happily and pulled me away from anywhere near my boyfriend, not even giving me time to answer.

...

I woke up the next morning happy that it was the weekend. I didn't have any plans, so I had the whole day to myself. I jumped out of bed and decided to get some breakfast, but I had the feeling that someone was watching me. I stopped in my tracks and turned around to check my room to see if anyone was really there, and when I turned back around, a tall man swung a bat at my head. I ducked just in time and narrowly missed being knocked out. I hopped back up and held my fists in front of my face, but quickly lowered them when I realized the man was my father. He looked at me with nothing but determination in his eyes...determination to kill me.

He walked closer to me and I backed away, screaming. No one answered me or came to help me. I was all alone, about to me murdered by my own father.

"Help! Mom! Anyone, please help me!" I yelled one last time as my dad lowered the weapon toward my head with a strong swing.

I braced myself for the impact before I jolted myself awake.

I was sweating profusely, not sure what just happened. I looked around and I realized that I wasn't in my own bed, not even my own house, but at the Davenport's. Luckily, no one was in the room with me so they couldn't see how shaken up I was. My eyes teared up and I covered my mouth with one hand. I had never had a dream like that...well, more like a nightmare. I didn't know if it was the stress getting to me, or if it was a sign, but either way I was scared.

Suddenly, Chase walked into the room and saw me in my terrified state. He immediately noticed something was not right and rushed over to me.

"Hey, are you ok?" He asked and looked me in the eyes.

Shoot. What was I supposed to tell him? Everything about my dad?

I shook my head and more tears fell onto my face.

"I saw you fell asleep and I didn't want to wake you up. What happened?" Chase asked, genuinely concerned.

I was breathing heavily, trying to lower my racing heartbeat. I wiped the tears from my eyes and tried to compose myself at the same time that I was trying to come up with a lie to tell my boyfriend.

"I...I don't really know," I said and looked at my hands in my lap, "bad dream, I guess."

"Reagan, come on. That wasn't just a bad dream. I know you. I know when something's up. Just tell me," Chase said, desperately trying to pry the truth from me.

I looked at him hesitantly and bit my lip, seriously considering whether or not I should just run away from him, but I couldn't. I had been keeping this secret for too long. And I could trust Chase. He was my boyfriend. I knew he wouldn't tell anyone.

"Ok," I said, taking a deep breath, "so here's the story..."