Broken Heart (Chase Brody X Reader)

~ Chapter Thirteen :Crack On The Head ~

         ~ Four Year's Later ~
              "(Y/N). Get in here, now." Sir Justin ordered. I timidly nodded and made my way into the Manor's dinning room. Sir Justin and Master James sat at a crowded dinning table, chattering away with all the other big money carries. Sir Justin pointed to another man's wine glass, "Please fill his cup, dear." I nodded politely and turned to the young gentleman, "Red or white wine, sir?" He pondered for a minute. "I'd care for the finest White wine please." He answered. "Of course, sir." I excused myself from the men and grabbed the cool bottle of wine from the cellar, coming back and pouring it in the lad's cup. "She's a beautiful maid, isn't she, Sir Kjellberg?" Mr. Felix nodded and sipped his beverage, "Yes indeed. Where did you find such a girl like her?" Master James chuckled, "It's a business secret, dear friend." They continued to converse as I stood close by and monitored the drinks and platers. Sir Justin clapped his hands, "Maid (Y/N) and Butler Fong. Would you please gather the players and take them into the kitchen." I nodded towards him gently and began collecting the silverware, plates, and glasses, along side with Mr. Fong. Once him and I were out of the view of our masters, we raced towards the kitchen together. "Ha, I bet you!" I puffed happily. Evan playfully rolled his eyes, "Yeah, sure you did." Chef Kenshin glared at us, "One day, Master James and Justin will catch you too messing around like that, and it won't go unpunished." I rolled my eyes and giggled at Cory Kenshin, " You'll just have to protect us again." "I won't be here much longer, I've almost paid for my freedom." Chef Keshin warned, "Then you'll be on your own." We all awkwardly shuffled our feet and glanced at each other awkwardly. "(Y/N)!" Sir Justin shouted. I almost dropped my plates in shocked. I raced back into the dinning room, where James and Justin were both standing. James wore a feared expression on his foot as Justin tapped his foot impatiently. "We have guest coming over due to the biding tomorrow. You will be sold for a high price, so I want you to look very presentable. A good dress, too." Sir Justin explained, James only nodded along. I nodded timidly, and folded my hands behind my back, "Of course, sir. I'll make sure that I'm presentable enough for our guest. I promise not to fail you." "Thank you very much, (Y/N). Now, please return to your room and get freshened up for bed. You need to wake up early tomorrow for the house cleaning." Master James patiently ordered. I nodded once again and returned to my bedroom.

       The house was spotless, thanks to my help. I was getting up to look appropriate for this occasion. I served tea to the bidmen and to the waiting woman who were fanning themselves.  "Our next bid is on Maid (Y/N)." James called. I slowly made my way onto the bidding stage and sat myself on the middle of the stage. "Starting bid?" Justin smirked. "3 million." A man called. A spotlight showed onto the man, who was no other than a Korean. "What's your name, young man?" James asked. "Mark Fischbach." Mark answered calmly. How could anyone have that much money?! And haven't I heard that name before? I looked besides the black haired Korean, and there was a man with brown hair and blue eyes. My heart sunk, not my Chase. "3 million. Do I hear a 3.5?" James called loudly. Everyone went silent. Justin cursed under his breath, the raised a hand, "Five million." "You can't bet, can you?" I scoffed. Justin shot me a stone cold glare, "You're speaking out of term. I suggest you stop now." I sunk back into my chair. "Six million!" The man besides Mark screamed. His voice seemed so smooth, and familiar. I jerked my head to the sound of that voice, but it was just that brown haired boy.  Justin's glare hardened, "Ten million." They went at it for a while, and I knew Justin didn't have as much as he bet. He spent most of his money on this manor. He's cheating now. I could say something, but that would just get me in even more trouble. "Brother." James spoke, "I don't think that we can cover this anymore. Let the gentleman win." Justin clutched his jaw tightly, and then set out a sigh, "Winner to the young man in front." James sent me into my room to collect my items. I was happily shoving my clothes into my luggage when the door slammed shut, revealing a distressed Justin Clay. "You whore. You're not going anywhere! You're going to stay here with me, until the end of days!" I broaded my chest at him, "You're not my master anymore. I belong to that Mark man." He chuckled, shaking his head, "Oh, my dear, you don't. He hasn't paid for you yet. So that means you're still mine." I scoffed and punched his chest, "You can't own me forever!" A sharp pain went to my cheek, and the next thing I knew, I was on the ground, clutching my pained cheek. "You don't ever talk to me like that." Justin sneered. James opened my bedroom door slowly, "Brother. Mark is here to pay. He wants to leave as soon as possible. He's on a time crunch." Justin smoothed his hair down and straightened his clothing, "Of course. I'll be there." Justin pulled me up to his chest and caressed my cheek, "We'll settle this later." I nodded slowly and watched him leave the room, Evan then came into my room and gently grabbed my arm, "I'm sorry." "Sorry? For what?" I asked. He kept quiet and pulled me along the hallway, gently shoving me into a room. "Evan, what are you doing?" I scaredy  asked. "Sir Justin has asked me to lock you away from your new master. You're to stay here until further command." My mouth fell open, "You can't do this to me, Evan. Please! Don't leave me here!" He shook his head and shut the door, locking it behind him. I pounded on the door, I screamed, I cried. But no one came. I was alone.  I sat against the cold wall and wiped my tears, I was never going to see Chase. I was never going to be able to tell him that I loved him. Maybe it's a good thing. "What do you mean, 'She's gone?' She can't be!" Mark yelled, "My partner and I paid good money for her!" "I know who you two are. You're Chase Brody and Mark Fischbach." Justin groaned, "You're trying to buy her freedom." "She doesn't deserve to be your slave. She's now 23 years old, and she deserves to have a life. You've taken half of it from her." Chase growled. Panic rushed through my body as I started pounding onto the door again, but no one seemed to move. Cause no one heard me. Chase hardened his glare at Justin, "Where is she? If you tell us now, the cops won't be involved. You and your brother will not go to jail. I promise." I watched as Justin bounced on his feet, but then shook his head and pulled a gun from his back and pointed it by both the men, "Why would I believe you, huh?" I noticed as Chase clenched his jaw and took a  small step back. I felt the tears begin to run down my cheeks as I worried about my friends, were they even going to make it out alive? "You have ruined my life enough, Brody. I finally have the girl of my dreams, I love her, and she loves me-" "Are you sure about that?" Mark calmly interrupted, his brown eyes still locked onto the black gun. Justin knotted his dark eyebrows together, "What?" "How do you know she loves you?" Chase argued. Justin choked on his words as sweat gathered on is forehead. "I know she does!" He suddenly shouted, "She hasn't even tried to escape, let alone run from me-" "You've trapped her in this manor for over four years!" Chase shouted. Justin aimed the gun at Chase's head and scrunched his face in an anger. Chase held his arms up in defense, "Justin put that gun down now." He stated calmly. "I'm tried of being alone, and I'm tried of you two messing this up!" Suddenly, a loud bang echoed through the building, the metal door falling down onto me, making my head crack against the cold tile.

Author's Note: Sorry! My Summer has been pretty busy, and I've been brainstorming a lot for this book. I've got some good plans for this book, but once again. I'm sorry for the long delay.