Broken Heart (Chase Brody X Reader)

~ Chapter Seven : Olivia~

~ Chase Brody's Perspective ~

         I carelessly scrolled through my phone, not even listening to the world around me. Until she came down the hall. "Oh hey (Y/N)." I didn't look up from my phone, then realization hit me, "Wait. You're supposed to be on bed rest, Missy." She groaned loudly, "But I don't like sitting in my bed all day! You cook and clean for me! I can't do anything." I knew that she felt helpless, and useless. I felt bad for her. "The doctor said the less your on your ankle, the fast it will heal." I resorted. She rolled her eyes and continued to pour her refreshment. "Alright. You asked for it." I scooped her up and carried her back to my- her bedroom, gently laying her onto the bed. We stared into each others eyes as I loomed over her. A blush invaded my cheeks as I quickly pulled away from her, "I d-don't want you to leave this room a-anymore." She only nodded simply as she played with her fingernails, she did this when she's nervous. "I know you don't like being left alone since the accident, but I can't have you up and walking around." I ordered softly. Once again, she nodded. (Y/N) pulled the blankets up to her chin and huffed.

~ Your Perspective ~

         Chase left the bedroom but was smart enough this time to leave the door open. I didn't like the isolation anymore. My arms were scarred from the attacks, I knew they weren't going to heal anytime soon at all. We went to the police about Justin, but they turned the case down due to the fact that Justin is the son of the sheriff. Mr. Clay believes that his son kidnapped us, and he's working on a perfect punishment. Their family has been also paying my medical bills- which I told them not to repeatedly. Suddenly, Chase and Robin came back into the room with tubs of ice cream and board games. "Guys? What are you doing?" I giggled quietly. Robin ruffled my hair and handed be a tub of my favorite ice cream and a spoon, "It's game night!" "This has never been a thing for the seven months I've lived here." I smirked. Hey, I wasn't complaining. Give me ice cream and I'll be your best friend! "Well, we're doing it now. I know that you don't like to be alone." Chase smiled at me, making my heart flutter. Damn, I thought it stopped. I uncomfortably cleared my throat, "I want to play U-Uno first." Chase's connected eyes with me. I felt my heart stop. "Stop looking at me!" I quickly stated, turning away to hide my reddened face. He scratched his neck and looked down at the floor, mumbling something inaudible.

          Robin had left an hour into the game to go record for someone else. Chase and I was alone. "What do you want to do?" I asked awkwardly. He shrugged and continued to gather the spoons and almost empty tubs of sweets. "Okay, Chase Brody." I called, "I've never seen you this quiet. What's wrong?" He opened his mouth to speak, but pushed it away, "You should sleep." "Sleep? It's only six-" "Rest will help you feel better faster. Go to bed, now." He growled. I narrowed my eyes at him, he doesn't have to be like this.

           My mind kept wandering, there was no way I was sleeping tonight, not like this. Not while Chase is still awake. He thinks I'm asleep, that's why he shut my door. I had to see if he was okay. I grunted quietly as I stood up and grabbed my crutches. He wasn't in the living room, nor Robin's room. The kitchen had many beer bottles knocked over, and when I say many- I mean many! I heard a thud come from the bathroom, and a quiet click, like metal against metal. Worried filled my body as I rushed as fast as I could to the bathroom. Pills were all over the counter, pain relievers, sleep medication, blood thinners. Chase was in the corner, something small and grey in his lap. "Chase?" I whispered. His head jolted up. His face was soaked with tears and the item in his lap... was a gun. "What are you doing with that Chase?" I sacredly asked, "Give it to me." "I can't do this anymore, (Y/N). I'm sorry." He muttered. The memories of that nightmare oh so long ago filled my head. I quickly- and painfully- swatted the gun from Chase's pale hands. I smelt the beer on Chase's breath as he continued to cry heavily. I crouched down to his height and moved the fading green hair from his eyes, wiping his tears afterwards. "She's taking Olivia. Stacy is taking away my baby girl." Chase cried. Olivia was his four year old daughter, his only child. Stacy ignores the fact that Chase has the right to see his children, and it's tearing him up. "Stacy won't let you see her if you die, Chase. Olivia loves you, she doesn't want to loose you." I smiled sadly. He nodded, then suddenly grabbed my face, "I l-love you, (Y/N)." His lips were on mine, and I was kissing him back. Hell, he won't remember anyways. I felt fireworks and sparks. I loved him.