Last chapter🍑👽 hope y'all enjoy✨ don't read in a zoom call or near parents🤠🕺🏼
And bare with the song😼 idk why I'm using so many emojis but-
ALSO I STARTED CHASE'S PLAYLIST!!! I put it on my message board, but if you can't find it, just dm me and I'll send it!!
I'm writing a new book after this, it's gonna be fluffy, sweet, not sad🤺
The only other note I'm gonna say is this;
Winter is always right. Just remember.
It was a nice, sunny day. There was a slight breeze that made the tree branches sway.
But even though it was a lovely day, Chase had an awful feeling in the pit of his stomach. His gut was getting jabbed.
He felt almost nauesous but thought maybe it was just unknown anxiety.
Chase occupied his mind by watching Tv with Milo and his dad. It was a nice Saturday.
The show they were watching was quite loud, Chase almost didn't hear his phone ringing from his pocket.
He debated on not answering it, but a deep feeling in his gut told him to. Chase excused himself, going to the kitchen to answer.
It was Max.
His stomach was churning in the worse way possible. His hands suddenly began to shake.
Chase clicked the answer button, bringing the phone to his ear. He sucks in a large breath.
"Hey, Max."
Chase expected to hear silence. He expected a few seconds of quietness before Max spoke, building suspense.
But all Chase heard was Max gasping for air, whimpers and sputters leaving his bloody mouth.
"Max, baby? What's wrong?"
Max's voice sounded strained, as if his throat was being squeezed. "M-my d-da-dad..." Max coughs, spitting the glop of mucus and blood from his mouth. "F-found out..."
Max's breath was short, he had trouble forming words, it hurt to speak.
Found out?! Found out what? Why is he breathing weirdly? What did his dad do?!
"Found out what, baby?!"
"G-gay."
Oh shit...oh fuck, oh no, oh shit... Fucking hell!
Chase was about to ask more, but Max croaked out more responses.
"Z-Zach-Zachary told h-him..." Chase's blood began to boil, he nearly threw up at the name. "Th-then my d-dad b-be-beat me."
Chase forgot how to breath for a second. He forgot how to form thoughts or word. His head began to spin faster than the speed of light.
"Are you okay?"
Why the fuck would you ask that?!
"I..." Max gasped for a breath of air, holding his kicked throat. It was a wonder how he could still speak. "C-can't... D-do th-this...anymore..."
Tears spilled instantly from Chase's eyes, he held in the sob scratching up his throat.
"Max, no, please! I'm coming over, stay on the phone."
"N-no." Max whispered, he seemed as if he was in another room. In the background. Distant. "I r-re-really c-can't l-live anymore, Ch-Chase."
The sobs broke through. Chase covered his mouth so his dad and brother wouldn't hear.
