Dream Catcher (Paul Lahote x Chase Davenport)

Bad Memories

Third Person POV:

Paul sat in his living room, with the rest of the pack, Edward, and Chase's mom, Sue. Carlisle re-broke every bone that was broken of Chase's, and every time Chase would scream louder. He became unconscious again after they got to the house, the pain to much to handle. "AHHHHHHHH!! PAUL! AHHH!" he kept screaming Paul's name over and over again, while Paul sat in the corner, knees in his chest, rocking back and forth, crying hard and wincing every time Chase screamed. The pack was terrified, they had never seen him like this, hell they had never even seen him cry! Carlisle came out of the room, all you could here from that room were groans of pain. "He should be fine, I stitched up his lung, and re-positioned his bones." He looked to Paul, "He's um, asking for you but, I should warn you, his brain is pulling back bad memories, he's recalling horrible past events and having nightmares. Don't try to wake him no matter how bad they get, it could effect his brain." With that the doctor and his son walked away...

Chase's POV: 

I was sitting on the bed, not being able to move. Caleb came home, angry because he thought I was flirting with another guy. He forced himself onto me, "Your Mine! You ever pull that shit again you whore and I'll kill you!" He left me broken and in tears on the bed, I wish I could just die, so I wouldn't feel the pain anymore. No one would care if I did...

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I was in the kitchen, I heard the door slam and I accidentally dropped a plate, "You stupid bitch! You can't do anything right can you! No wonder nobody could fucking love you! Your just a stupid slut! Why don't you do everyone a favor and kill yourself! Clean up the plate." he screamed in my ear, I picked up the broken glass and went to the bathroom. "He's right." I said into the mirror, "Nobody could love me. I'm to broken, to useless, I'm so fucking stupid! I can't do anything right! Maybe I should just end it..." I lifted up the shard of glass to my skin, pressing the edge to the inner of my wrist, dragging it along my skin. I hissed at the pain, I felt the blood run down before I saw it, cursing myself for being so stupid. My phone started ringing, I picked it up, "Emily?" I was starting to lose focus from blood loss, "Chase? Are you ok? You seem out of it?" I shuddered, feeling very cold all of a sudden, "yeah, I'm fi.." I never finished that sentence before I passed out from blood loss, hitting the floor with a loud thud...

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"IM LEAVING! I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE! YOU BEING DRUNK ALL THE TIME!" I shouted at him, he came home with half a bottle of whiskey in his hand, reeking of alcohol, "Oh come on bebe! I fine!" he said, his words slurring together, I rolled my eyes and scoffed, starting to walk away, he grabbed my wrist and spun me around, "You don't walk away from me bitch!" he smashed the bottle on the counter, and brought it up to my face, he slashed it over my right eye, digging it in, I screamed while he laughed at me. I shoved him hard into the hot stove, he burned his forearm hissing from the pain while I ran. I knocked frantically on the front door, hoping she was home, she opened the door, "Oh my god Chase? What happened!?" I looked at her swaying a little, "is Sam home?" She shook her head and I came in, collapsing into her arms, "call an ambulance." I said before passing out... I woke up in a hospital room, bandages over my right eye, Emily sitting next to me, "Where is everyone? I heard their voices." I asked groggily, "They went to go get food, Chase what happened?" She asked me clearly worried. "Only if you promise not to tell anyone." She nodded, so I told her...

I opened my eyes jousting awake, "Ah, fuck that hurt!" I exclaimed, clutching my arm while laying back down, "Chase?" I turned towards the angelic voice, smiling I little at him. "Hey." I whispered, "hey." He whispered back, tears falling from his eyes, my hand in his. I moved my hand from his grasp to his face, wiping the tears that were there, "Hey, hey, why are you crying?" I asked, him looking into his regret filled eyes, "This is all my fault. I shouldn't have let you go." Unbelievable! Of course he would find a way to pin this on himself! "Hey! This is not your fault! Plus, this is how I have fun. Nah I'm joking that would be a real shity way to have fun." I laughed, instantly regretting it when I winced in pain. "I-I'm so sorry, baby. I wish I got there sooner I ju-" I used all the strength I had and pulled him to me, silencing him with my lips, breaking away, "Paul Anderson Lahote, don't you dare blame yourself! I love you to damn much to let you blame yourself for something that was in no way your fault!" his eyes widened, I have never used his middle name on him, "Well then, Chase William Clearwater, tell me why you were whimpering and holding your scar in your sleep?" He said with more concern that I thought possible, I then heard breathing outside the door, "Well if I'm gonna do that then the rest should probably be here, you can come In now!" the whole pack entered, including my mom, with their heads hanging in embarrassment and shame, Emily came over and sat next to me, one arm on my shoulder knowing how this made me feel, "But I'll only tell you on one condition, I don't want to be pitied, or looked at differently. I'm still the same Chase that could kick your ass in a heartbeat." I heard several chuckles, then everyone agreed, "Well, um, as you all know, I dated Caleb Troy before I left." there were several growls, and Paul snarled at his name, "So uh, one night he came home, d-drunk as always." I couldn't continue, a single tear fell down my cheek, I looked at Em, "C-can you continue p-please?" I asked in a whisper I knew everyone but my mom could hear, she squeezed my shoulder and nodded, I let a few more tears fall. "Caleb was drunk as Chase said, he had a bottle of whiskey and was out of it, Chase told him that he was leaving, he couldn't handle the stress and bullshit Caleb put him through, so he begged him to stay, but Chase wouldn't listen, he turned around and tried to walk away, but Caleb was faster, he grabbed his wrist and spun him around telling him 'You don't walk away from me bitch!' and he smashed the end of the bottle and smacked Chase with it, then dug it into his eye, that's why when he closes it it looks like there's weird freckles on the back of his lid. Anyway, he stumbled up to my doorstep when Sam was out on pack business, with broken glass in his eye, he told me not to tell anyone, so we made up the story that he ran into that glass door." when she was finished everyone looked stunned, I was silently crying, which was odd to them, I could tell. "Chasey, I haven't seen you cry since you were six and scraped your knee." My mom whispered, knowing I could hear her, I gave her a tight smile, then the whole pack was swarming me in a giant group hug, everyone pulled away except Sethy and LeeLee, "Why didn't you tell us? We could have helped." they we're both sitting on either side of me, with their own tears in their eyes, "I'm sorry Sethy, LeeLee. I didn't want to feel like a burden. I was scared. I let the things he said get to me." they both nodded their heads, I looked to Paul, he was violently shaking, "Paul, baby, look at me?" I put my hand on his face making him look at me, "I should kill him for what he did to you. Nobody should hurt you like that. D-did, he uh, hurt you, in o-other ways?" he wouldn't look me in the eyes at the last part, everyone got up and left, knowing this should be a private conversation, I slowly nodded my head yes, he was now shaking so bad that you could feel the anger radiating off of him, "Pauly please! S-stay with me? I-I don't want you to leave. P-please." I begged him, trying to stop him from doing something he'll regret. He nodded his head, his expression softening. He crawled into the bed with me carefully on my left so he wouldn't hurt my right, laying his head on my chest (I know shocking), wrapping his arm over my torso, mine around his shoulders. "I love you, Paul Anderson Lahote." I told him, "I love you too, Chase William Clearwater." He replied. And with that, we drifted off to sleep...

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Authors Note(word count 3011): whoo guys, that was intense. I'm sorry for the angst, but we will get our revenge on Caleb soon, trust me. And don't worry, the next chapter will have lots of fluff, and maybe even some smut 😉, to make up for it. 

Chase: Why does the most intelligent man on earth have to suffer! Seriously what did I ever do to you!

Me: idk I just like being a mean author, deal with it. By the way, Paul will be meeting Spike veeeery soon.

Chase: Noooooo! Do not introduce my soulmate to that nut job!

Paul: Who the hell is Spike?

Me: You'll find out soon enough... anyhoo I love you guys all so much so go slay a demon and stay angelic, byeeeeeee!