Broken Heart (Chase Brody X Reader)

~ Chapter Three : Bittersweet ~

         "Alright. Let's get started on the next project." Mr. Tidwell announced. I smiled brightly and pulled out my Polaroid out and set it on my desk. "You'll have to take a picture of something beautifully dark. Or something bright. Like Yin and Yang. And keep it appropriate. Clothes on please." He warned, "They're due tomorrow. Oh, and you have to bring in your model if you used someone." I pulled out my phone and texted, "Photo shoot today!" to Chase. He has officially become my model! He doesn't seem to mind, and he enjoys playing around. "Hey (Y/N)." Justin slid next to me, twisting a strand of hair around his finger, "Wanta be my model?" I scoffed and pulled away from his touch, "Sorry. I'm busy, I really need to go-" "I'll walk you." He offered. "Justin." Mr. Tidwell spoke up, "I need to talk to Miss (L/N) after class. You should leave, now." Justin huffed, then nodded. He collected his items and left the room. I sighed in relief, "Thank you so much, Mr. Tidwell." He smiled, "I know what a student looks like when they need help. If it does get any worse, I'll fix it." I nodded.

     "Alright! What's the plan?" Chase smiled, clapping his hands together. I giggled, "Just go on with your daily life, and I'll try to get a good picture." Chase nodded slowly and stuffed his hands into his pockets, "Want to go get ice cream?" I looked up from my camera and gave him a playful glare, "What are you planning on doing?" "Just wanted to get some ice cream. Is that a crime?" He chuckled. "Yes, unruly behavior!" I scoffed playfully, "Even though were both adults." Chase playfully wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pointed to the distance, "We're on our way!"

       I tried to take pictures as Chase snacked on his sweets, but the picture never looked right. It was to ha̵̺̼͛ppy. The lighting was off, people were in the shots, and Chase was making a mess. I was so wrapped up in trying to do this, I barely noticed that it was raining. "How am I going to get home? The rain will ruin my camera." I whined. He thought for a minute, the genus struck his face, "My car isn't to far from here, just down the road! I can drive you to your dorms." "You don't have a jacket." I pointed out, he shrugged and said that he wasn't sugar. I waited outside under the awning and watched him run in the ran. The sky was dark, very dark, making the street lights come on and glow, the rain illuminating as they fell. I quickly took the shot. With desperate motion, I ripped the photo from the camera, waving it, then examining it. I smiled widely. Once again the picture was bittersweet, the lamps giving off a warm feeling and the rain giving comfort. But, Chase. His shirt spotted with rain drops and escape in his movements. Chase soon pulled up with his car and smiled as I sat down. "I got the perfect picture!" I gushed. I handed him the photo, gently taking it into his hands. He nodded in agreement, "This looks awesome."

     I began unlocking my door when someone placed a hand over my mouth, then wrapping one around my neck. I gasped as I stumbled onto them. "Sh. I'm not going to do anything. I just need a picture." Justin chuckled. He dragged me into a room and shoved me onto a chair, tying my wrists and ankles to the chair. I watched him grin as he taped my mouth shut. "You look so beautiful when you're terrified." He purred. Tears ran down my cheeks as I glared at him. "Don't worry. I'm not going to do anything crazy." He chuckled, pulling out his expensive camera, "That's for later~." Justin got down on his knee and held the lens to his eye, the flash blinding me as it went off. I turned away. "Now don't like that!" He growled, grabbed my chin and making me face him, "I don't want to punish you." Once again, I ripped away from his grip. With a swift motion, he punch my cheek with a strong force, I already knew it was red. "Ohh. That's gonna look so good on camera." Justin smiled. Once again he snapped the picture. I glared as he put his things away. "Now, you can't going telling anyone about this, princess." He whispered, his hands resting on the armrest as he leaned over me, "Or I'll find you." I nodded slowly. He ripped away the tape, making me whimper in pain, and untied me from my restraints.

     "Alright (Y/N)." Mr. Tidwell smiled, "Why don't you and your model come show us your picture." I gave him a small smile and pulled Chase by the hand up to the front of the room. I placed my Polaroid gently under the examiner as it displayed my photo onto the white board. Everyone gasped, people whispered, and Chase smiled brightly. "This is marvelous, (Y/N)." Mr. Tidwell awed, "I would love to see this at the end of class." Then, my teacher and Chase looked at each other. "Mr. Brody? Is that you?" He awed. "Cyler Tidwell. What's up old man?" Chase chuckled, giving him a hand shake. Though I wanted to ask how they knew each other, I pushed the thought away, grabbed my photo, and sat back in my seat. "Next, Mr. Justin Clay, you're next." Justin smirked at me as we approached the examiner, "Sorry, but my model couldn't make it today. She was busy." The photo he showed was me, tied up, red faced, and crying. Not a noise was made, no one moved. Mr. Tidwell coughed awkwardly, "Was this staged?" "Of course it was. I could never hurt anyone like that. Makeup is a great tool." Justin lied. "Hm." The teacher nodded, "I would also like to see this after class." I noticed Chase looking at me, fear in his eyes. "Is that you?" He whispered. I turned towards him and nodded slowly, biting my lip. Chase's face grew angry as he balled his fist, "I'm going to kill him." I quickly grabbed his hand and stopped him, "Please don't, Chase. I don't want him to hurt me anymore."