His Rules (Brahms Heelshire x Reader)

CHAPTER I - V SNEAK OUT

"OH! CHASE HELP ME!" I scream through the door as I aggressively knocked on my brother's door. "Stop playing that dumb game and hear me out! Please" pleading I stopped knocking when he opened the door and grab my wrist and pulled me inside leaving the door open.

"Why the hell are you screaming?!"

"I need your help.." without thinking I showed him the video right in front of his face.

"Y/n. What the hell?" he snatched my phone from my hands and took a closer look at it. "What is this?" he gave me a serious face or I'll say annoyed face.

"Listen.. it's"

"It's?"

"But don't tell mom... Yet!" "-and dad. I swear I was drunk that time and... I don't know what happened"

"You are drunk? Why are you even drinking? And where is this? You're on a party?"

"Chase..." "-but.. please" I folded my hand.

"You want me to delete that" he wasn't even asking.

I know my brother is a computer freak but I think this time he sure made himself a bit of a useful person. Well, it's not that I only appreciate him when I needed him but sometimes he just gets in to me.

"Yes! Yes! You will do that right?"

He gave me a glare before walking towards his computer and I followed him standing beside him.

"Do you have the account of the one who posted it?" he asked fidgeting with the key caps I gritted my teeth.

"Well that's the problem, but wait let me call someone" he nodded and I dialed Dylan's number on my phone.

Please pick up. Oh, he did. Thank you.

"Hello, Dylan" I can hear the his faint breathing through the phone.

"Y/n is that you? You're okay, right? I'm so sorry"

"I'm okay Dylan" I smiled.

"That's good to hear. I am so worried about you since I drove you home"

"It really is okay and I think I can manage to go to school tomorrow too..."

"It's not that I'm..." He hesitated before adding another "-Are you sure?"

"Well, yeah. I mean it's my fault that-"

"It's not your fault! It will never be your fault. If I just, If I just never brought you there"

"Calm down Dylan. I actually called you for something" feeling a little bit tired I sit down under the bed. "I believe you had the account of the one who posted it?"

"Y-Yeah, should I send it to you?" he stuttered.

He's stuttering?

"Cool. I'm waiting" I hang up breathing relief.

Dylan's P.O.V

Y/n hangs up before I can even say a word. I really wanted to say something... But nevermind it's not that I don't have chance.

I threw my phone into my bed and started to take off the lace of my shoes. I just got home. I spend the half of the day looking for my sister, but I don't feel tired at all, no. Just Y/n's voice can make me breathless and I'll say thank you.

I walked back and forth as I waited for Dylan's message. My phone rang notfication and I hurried to look at it. Great. Just what I needed.

"Hey, Chase look at this" I walked to his side and showed him what I found.

"Cool. I'll just..."

With taps and tips, surprisingly it was gone for good.

"See that! I'm power!" my brother boasted.

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks" I know he thinks it's weird I can see his shy face.

"Go out now. You're done." He shooed me off and I left his room with a sigh of relief.

I can now sleep at peace.

It is again, my dream. That dream, that boy. Who is it? Why am I dreaming again? I wanna see his face, but I can't.

I ran towards the boy but all I got was nothing. It was like touching the air.

And this setting. It's familiar. I have seen this before, but I can't remember. Where is it?

"Ha!" I woke up from dreaming and I checked on my phone. It's 11:00.

I scratched my head and jump out of bed. I feel like I need to look for something and I'll definitely find it.

I picked up a jean jacket from my closet and set on my shoes, grabbing my phone and running downstairs. I needed to check on my parents. Yep, they're asleep but my brother. Oh, I don't think he's sleeping. (You can hear the loud rumbling of whatever he's doing)

I made my way to the closed door at out kitchen and snuck out.

"Phew... Hope they're still asleep when I go back" I whispered to myself as I hop onto my bike.

I don't know where I'm heading. I just let my instincts bring me and now I'm in front of the abandoned Heelshire Mansion.

With heavy breathes and shaking body I pushed the large gate and walked towards the dusty, large wood doors. I pushed it with all I have but the door won't open.

Maybe it is locked. I picked a stone from where I'm standing and started hanging the door knob and once it is destroyed I started pushing again. It finally open.

It was lit dark inside and I grabbed my phone from m pocket to turn on my flashlight.

I pointed each corner of the place but not moving to my position. Once I gain the courage to do. I walked over the large wood cabinet from my right.

There was a frame of a young boy, craved Brahms Heelshire.

"It must be the childe of the owner-" I stopped when I heard some scratching.

Again, I pointed my flashlight to the source of the noise, but it was only a rat stuck on a bucket. I picked up the bucket and rat started running through me and I fell down with a scream.

"No one can here me... There's no one in here ha.ha.ha.ha" I chuckled awkwardly.

I brought myself to stand and continue to inspect the house and I am now in the stairs.

"Nope. I am not going up there" I debated to myself.

I ended up going upstairs tho.

"S-scary... Ooh" I made a very weird sound."My fucking ass-" I stumbled upon a doll.

"Really? A doll? Do they have a daughter?" I questioned myself as I picked up the doll.

"Hngg, hngg" I heard some growling.

What the hell.

I counter from 1 to 3 before facing my back and pointing out my flashlight.

"Y/n, why are you here?"

"Steve?" "-why are you here?"

He sighed, "Listen, y/n..." He started wearing off his glasses. "I..."

I don't know what's going on with Steve but I think I can see someone from behind him.

"Uhm... Steve, i-i think we should-"

"My glasses!" He whimpered as he fall down to look for his glasses.

Shoot.

Without thinking I also snoop down to help him pick up his glasses, my heart throbbing fast and my breath getting heavier. At last , I finally felt the glasses and picked it up quickly.

"Come on Steve, I got your glasses!" with that I ran but then,

"WAIT Y/N I CAN'T SEE!"

"Ah, damn"