Bryce X reader

Chapter seven ~ Problems

 "Bryce, sweetheart?" Charlotte called, tapping softly on the open door. Bryce sniffled and wiped her tears. "Yes, I heard you the first time." she said, in her usual high-pitched tone, although her eyes were irritated from her crying. Charlotte frowned at her. "What's wrong, Bryce?" She asked, walking toward the bed. She put out her cigarette. "Charlotte,

you know what's wrong. I get overwhelmed like anyone else in this world. I'm rich, and awful, And I may not have a heart of my own, but life has still been cruel. I wasn't born wealthy, and I guess the realization of no one hearing my cries got to me today." She shrugged, spilling this all out. Charlotte nodded, inching closer to her on the edge of the bed. The rain

was soft, and they sat together quietly. "I was raised by a con artist. I was born for this life of crime, but that doesn't mean I enjoy it." She reflected. Charlotte stayed silent, but embraced Bryce, who leaned closer to her chest. Charlotte listened to Brye's shallow

breathing, and realized she had fallen asleep. She stayed, feeling tired herself. Donovan came in. "Your bed is ready miss Tankthr-" He was cut off by Charlotte's finger over his lips. "She's asleep. Help me carry her." She whispered. Donovan nodded. "Right away, ma'am." He said, picking up Bryce bridal-style. Charlotte followed, making sure she was put to bed

Elegantly. When Donovan left, she turned to follow. "Charlotte..?" Bryce mumbled, her head buried in her pillow. "Yes, dear?" Charlotte asked, Turning back to her. Bryce grasped her arm, and pulled her onto the bed. They sat there, and eventually fell back asleep.

When Charlotte woke up in the morning, She jumped out of bed, and walked to the door. Bryce was covered in blood, she realized, and decided to ask Donovan if he had an idea of what happened. "We went on a bit of a heist, as she'd call it." He said, sitting robotically under the lamp. "Heist?" Charlotte asked, concerned. "Well, her husband's a terrorist, what do

you expect?" He asked, half-joking. "DONOVAN!" Bryce was calling. He got up and dashed off to her room. You decide to listen in. "Oh god, did she see me like this?" She asked, breathing irregularly. Charlotte peeked in the room, and saw Bryce wiping desperately on the bloodstain on her cheek. A beauty in a bloodstained dress.. "Bryce? Bryce it's alright!"

Charlotte shouted, running into the room. Bryce turned to see her. "Don't look at me like this!" She yelled, crying. "And why not? I only see the beautiful woman I love dearly." Charlotte looked at her solemnly. Bryce shook her head. "No, no. You're lying, I'm a monster, you can't possibly love this!" She said, motioning toward her dress, still covered in

Blood. "I do. I know you have some compassion left in you, and you thought I was worth using it on." Bryce let a tear fall from her eye, before turning away. "L-leave me alone.." She said, her voice shaky. Charlotte nodded, and left sadly. As she left, she heard Donovan trying

to reason with Bryce. Bobby was waiting outside. He heard the whole thing, and wanted to check on Bryce, too. Donovan saw him in the doorway, and shook his head. Bobby sighed, and he went off after Charlotte. "It's alright. She'll calm down." He said, sitting on the couch. Charlotte nodded, but didn't truly believe him. She had taken to cleaning up a bit.

She had the habit of cleaning to take her mind off things. But today it only seemed to worsen her fears. The more she thought, the faster she worked. She had cleaned the whole living room before Bobby snapped her back to reality. "Helloo?" He said, approaching her.

"You've been speed-cleaning for like an hour now!" He said, looking at her suspiciously. "I do that when I'm worried." She said, placing back the couch pillows. She went to get the window cleaner, but it was empty. "I should go get more of this.." She mumbled, looking for her purse and shoes. "Take Donovan with you. Everyone knows you live here, which puts you in

danger." Charlotte nodded, and went to find him. "Donovan?" She called, searching the house.