Broken Heart (Chase Brody X Reader)

~ Chapter Two : Out With A Bang ~

             "Lilly! Please stop pulling Jake's hair." I demanded sweetly, Lilly-the two year old- pouted, folding her arms across her chest, huffing loudly. I sighed and turned back to my study notes as the children chased each other around the house with quietly giggling. The front door opened, and their mother, Tiffany, entering with arms full of groceries, "Hey, (Y/N)! How were they?" I shrugged and picked up my books and computer to put in my bag, "Like always. I do enjoy babysitting for them, even if I don't get much studying in." Tiffany giggled and handed me my pay. As I began driving home, someone called me. "Chase Brody." I giggled, "How did you get my number?" "I have my ways." His voice chuckled through the light static. "You're going to make me get in a wreck-" "Don't say that! I don't want you to die!" He chuckled. "Look, I'm going to hang up. Meet me at my dorm at we can hang out." I smiled. Why does he make me feel like this? "Alright. Don't die." He stated sternly.

        "Hey." A voice spoke behind me. I shoved my keys into my pocket and turned my doorknob, "What do you want, Justin?" Justin was a classmate...and also a stalker. He always followed me after class, into town, anywhere. He was always there, in some way. "I just wanted to hang." He purred quietly. He grabbed my wrists and kissed my palms, "Alone. Together." "Justin, get off of me." I growled through gritted teeth. "Don't be like that-" "Hey! (Y/N)!" I listened as Chase's feet came pounding down the hall. Justin quickly released me just as Chase reached us. "Hey, whose this?" Chase asked. I fixed my hair, "No one. It's nobody. Come on, let's go." I grabbed Chase's hand and pulled him away.  Chase started the car, then leaned back into his driver seat, "Who really was that?" "Justin Clay." I stated simply, "A classmate." "He was all up on you-" "He tripped-" "And that caused him to grab for your wrist, and kiss you?" He snapped back. I looked out the window and rubbed my nose, looking down at my lap,  "You saw that, huh?" Chase rubbed his face and let out a little sigh, "How long has he been bothering you?" I rolled my eyes and opened the car door, "Is doesn't matter. Maybe this was a bad idea to hang out-" He grabbed my wrist gently, "I'm not letting you go back in there with him, (Y/N)." "Fine." I huffed. I sat back in the car and buckled up, "But you owe me lunch!"

       We decided on a Sushi place Chase knew pretty well. Apparently he's a good friend of the owner. "How do you like it?" He asked, pointing at it with a chopstick. I shrugged, "It's good." "Alright, what's up?" He pushed away his plate and brushed his hands together, "What's on your mind." I bit my lip, "I think I should go, I need to study." I stood up, as did Chase. "Wait!" He cried. He yanked me back, making me collide with his chest. Our faces went completely red. Our voices were caught in our throats as we stared into each others eyes. I couldn't move. Did I want to move? "I was-uh. Are you going to be okay?" He asked quickly. I pushed him away gently and tucked the stray hair behind my pink ears, "Yeah, I'm sure I'll be fine."

        'Going out with Max. See you later! XXX Chloe Price' I read the note, crumbling it and throwing it away, "I'm alone. Sweet." I stated sarcastically. I didn't want to be alone really, but I could get more studying in. I sighed and jumped onto my bed, pulling my pillow close to my chest.

       Chase held a hand out to me, smirking widely, "Come on. I want to show you something." I happily followed him. We were both dressed in nice clothing, like we were at some ball for princess or princes. He lead me up to the roof. The stars twinkled down on us and in Chase's sea blue eyes, lighting up in appearance. "Why are we up here?" I giggled lightly. Chase's smile disappeared as he lifted up his button up shirt, showing scars and newly made cuts. I was shocked. He was always a happy person, bubbly, excited! Why? "C-Chase." I stuttered, "W-Why." His head dropped, pulling a gun from behind his back and rested the barrel at his temple, tears running down his face as he smiled sadly, "I love you, (Y/N)-" "Chase wait!" BANG!

     I shot up from the nightmare, sweat dripping down my body as my breath trembled. My body shook as I grabbed my phone from the bedside table, I could barely unlock it. I placed the phone to my ear and began to pray, Pray that he'd pick, pray that he's okay, pray for something.               "(Y/N)?" Chase's voice groaned, "Why are you calling? It's four in the morning." I let out a happy sigh I didn't know I was holding, "S-Sorry. I was just worried. But, I'll go now-" "No, wait. Why were you worried." His voice was more clear and stern, "What's wrong?" "Nothing. Just wanted to hear your voice." I lied, "I'll see you later." Before he could reply, I hung up and placed my phone back onto the bedside table.  I huffed and ran my fingers through my hair, there's no way I could sleep now. Chase would never hurt himself like that, he's to happy! But, it could be an act. I cleared my head again, throwing the duvet off my body. "What are you doing up?" Chloe asked as she left the bathroom, cigarette in hand, "Kinda early, don'tcha think?" "I, uh, couldn't sleep. Starting the day off early. Why are you up?" "I just got home from hanging with Max." She stated simply, "Oh, and someone is at the door. Chase, I think his name was." I quickly swung open the front door, and there stood Chase, a small smile on his lips. I came out into the hallway and shut the door behind me, "Why are you here?" He shrugged, "Wanted to see you." "At four in the morning?" I giggled quietly.  He took my hand, "I want to show you something." I pulled away, "I don't want to go to the roof!" I shouted suddenly. He gave me a confused glare, "I wasn't going to take you to the roof, why would you think that?" Without think, I pulled up Chase's shirt, there were no scratches or scars. Panicked, he pushed my hands away, "What are you doing?!" "I'm sorry. I had a nightmare and you were hurting yourself. You pulled a gun to your head-" My voice cracked from the pain. I covered my mouth to muffle the cries and sobs. Chase bit his cheek and pulled me close to his chest, running his hands through my hair. I buried my face into his shirt, my cheeks red. "I'm sorry." He whispered quietly.