*CARLIE'S POV*
I need him. Chase Michael Ries. My other half is missing. But, I can't have him. Because he is dead.
Flashback
"Come on Carlie! You have to come!" Alyssa whined, as she jumped on my blue fluffy queen bed.
"It's GOING to be the biggest party of the year." Savannah stated, as she finished final touches of her makeup.
"It's senior year!" Lydia added, roughly shaking my shoulders.
"And, Chase is going to be there." Brooke smirked, casually sitting on my bed along side, a now interested Alyssa.
"Your boyfrieeenndd." Savannah awed sitting on my bed as well.
My heart leapt out of my chest just at the sound of his name.
"Guys, I don't know..." I replied, slowly putting mascara on my long eyelashes.
"YOU ARE GOING." They all shouted, rushing over to me, quickly throwing my slick hair in a high pony and handing me a daisy crop top and a black skater skirt, along with white converse.
The music pulsed through my ears, as all I saw were bodies moving through the house.
And all the rest is a blur.
The next thing I knew I was in a moving car. My eyes shot open, to see who was taking me some place unknown. I abruptly sat up to see familiar brown hair and dazzling blue eyes.
"Chase! Where are we going!" I screamed from the backseat of his black Chevy Cruze.
"Well, I saw you passed out in an extra room. So I thought I could take you home." He slurred, alcohol dripping off of every word he said.
"You are drunk! Pull over now so I can take the wheel." I demanded, noticing he was driving all over the small road, going at least 50 miles an hour.
"Babe. Shut it I am tryyyying to drive." He claimed, turning over his right shoulder.
Bright headlights scarred my eyes as the semi truck got closer and closer.
My ears rang and all I saw was black.
I will never forget April 28th.
The day I became Broken.
