The World I Knew Isn't The Same Anymore

Chapter 23 Dancing With His Lips

Bree, Izabel, Lacey and Jane have all gone their separate ways now. Izabel decided to take the prophecy for the night until they can all get together and reveal it. Telling Jane about the truth of what actually has been going on wasn't as smooth as when they told Lacey. She was utterly shocked and almost scared of hearing what Bree's went through recently, and scared of Sebastian. But in the end she promised to fight with them if the time ever came.

When the girls all disperse Bree's left alone with her raging emotions and memories once again. Dried tears stain her cheeks and she can already feel more bubbling in the corner of her eyes.

She stands in front of Chase's door and brings herself to knock. On the inside Chase is left staring blankly at his roof with Monica's words on repeat. It's been about 10 minutes since she was last in here and he can still hear her words as if she's still speaking.

When he hears the knock on his door he lazily turns his head silently praying it's not Monica again. "Who is it?" And his voice comes out raspy.

"Me," and Bree's voice is choked.

For Bree he gets up. He walks all the way to his door to unlock it, and when he comes face to face with the petite brunette he instantly feels her pain. His emerald gaze studies her features, her lips are quivering and her eyes are red where the white should be - not from the devils lettuce, but rather from tears. His features grow softer as he asks "what happened?"

It's like Bree's voice is stuck in her throat, her stomach is churning and her heart beat fluttering unsteadily. Her mouth just opens but no words come out, and her glazed eyes fail to keep the tears contained. When she brings her frail hands to wipe her tears her fingers and arms shake as if she's ready to collapse at any moment.

"Come here," his voice is low and intense. Chase extends both his arms and gently wraps them around her small body. He helps her inside his room and then quickly shuts the door behind them.

Her hands are covering her face and he feels her entire body trembling against him despite his hold over her. She's sobbing, staining Chase's t-shirt where her head lays, and it's growing louder the more she tries to stop it. He rests his chin right on top of her fluffy hair and strokes her back with his hands. They stay like this for a while, and Chase doesn't mind holding her, and she doesn't mind being held. He's the only thing keeping her steady enough to not fall over. For as long as he's known her, he can't remember ever seeing her cry or broken down like this.

"I- I messed up," somehow Bree gathered enough strength to speak through her cries. She removes her hands from her face and Chase loosens his grasp over her enough for her to look right up at him. He slides his hands down her back and rest them lightly over the small of her waist.

He just stares down at her, nonverbally motioning with his eyes for her to continue. Her lips are more plump than usual and he can see bite marks from where she's been gnawing at.

"Asmodeus got into my head and he grabbed me," her voice cracks again and she grips her small hands against his biceps, her knees still swaying. "We stole the real prophecy but he's freed and... and I don't know what's going to happen and I'm so sorry-"

"That's not your fault," he cuts her off gently and his voice is low but easily rides along the small space between them. His breath lingers on her lips and she feels a sort of tingle in her lower stomach, something she's never realized before. "I don't know what to say, but that sounds like an awful experience," he pauses for a second pondering his next words in his head. He wants to ask about the prophecy but he decides against it and instead says "you don't need to be sorry."

Bree's chest rises and falls and continuously brushes against his torso. The feeling in her lower stomach is intensifying and she's lost in the dark forest he has for eyes. Chase too feels a wave of heat rush through his body the longer he holds her against him. It's like his clothes are begging to come off. Once he realizes he's been staring at her lips for too long he drops his hands from her waist and then grabs her own hands to lead her to take a seat on his bed.