Broken Heart (Chase Brody X Reader)

~ Chapter Fourteen : Stacy ~

        The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the heat, and the orange glow resonating off the hungry, burning flames. I coughed and covered my mouth with a hand to protect me from the deathly smoke before me. I weakly stood to my shaky feet and looked around the room that I was once held captive in. What happened? Smoke fumed out of the doorway as the flames licked my skin. I needed to get out of here! One foot after the other, I made my way out of the room, my eyes and skin burning from the intense flames. I stumbled down the hall and occasionally leaned against the burning walls for support. Suddenly, an arm was gripped around my forearm, they coughed loudly as they spoke to me, "(Y/N). You need to get out of here!" I noticed the worried face looking at me, it was Mark. "W-Where's Chase?" I coughed. He shook his head, "I'm sure  he got out okay-" "I'm going to make sure that he got out alive-" "You're going to die if you don't leave. The building-" Once again Mark had an attack of coughing fits that stopped him from speaking, he cleared his throat and started again, "The building is collapsing and if you don't get out now, you'll go down with it." I shook my head and coughed, "I have to find him and see that he's safe, it's the least I can do for everything he's done for me." He anxiously bit his lip, but agreed with me, "Alright, but please be safe. Get out if needed." I squeezed his arm reassuringly, a quiet thank you leaving my lips. Mark weakly walked into the opposite direction of me, probably towards the exit. I'll have to keep a mental note of that. Fire gathered on the ceiling, slowly leaking onto the walls and floors, I had to be quick. The deadly gas began to collect in my lungs, but I had to keep pushing forward, I needed to find Chase. The calling of my own name pulled me from my mental state, James was crushed under a burning slab. "Please help me..." He pleaded quietly. Why would I help this man? He kept me trapped here for four years! But he didn't hurt me like Justin did. Suddenly, the slab on top of him shifted slightly, burring itself deeper into James. My morals got the best of me. With all my strength, I lifted the wood from his body and helped him onto his feet. "The exit is that way, the paramedics are on their way." I announced. James muttered a quiet thank you and began to head for the exit. "Have you seen Chase?" I asked quickly. James turned to me and pointed further down the hall, "I saw him down at the East Corner, he looked fine but I'd be quick. This manor won't stand much longer." My determination set it, I was going to find Mr. Brody. But he was right, I had to be quick, my vision was starting to burr and my limbs were going limp. The oxygen seemed to evaporate from my lungs. I was going to die here. "(Y/N)!" A surprised voice called, but I couldn't see who it was, this manor was going to take me with it. I collapsed onto the heated floor before I could see the human.My savior...maybe.

           I hissed at the bright light as I opened my eyes. I noticed the burns on my arms and face that stung as I touched them. "Careful, careful." A worried voice told me, "You've got some critical burns there, Hipster."  The nickname made me turn towards the man at my bedside. I could barely recognize him, "Chase?" He smirked as I mentioned his name. I carefully leaned up on my bed to get eye to eye contact, no wonder I didn't recognize him, his once green hair was now brown. He looked skinnier than usual, and the bags under his eyes said that he hadn't slept in a while. "I thought you died in that fire! How are you here?! I was coming to save you-" Chase gently grabbed my arms and it instantly made me relax, "Calm down." I let out a sigh and un-tensed my shoulders. "I was trying to find you. So, I ran into James, and he told me where Justin locked you up. But, by the time I got there, you were passed out and your skin was badly burned. I honestly thought that I was too late." He explained, the tears building in his eyes, "I didn't let the dark thoughts consume me, so I rushed you out of the manor as fast as I could." I let my eyes wander over his body, his arms were the only things that were really burned. I still felt bad. Chase cleared his throat, "The doctors said once the critical burns are cleared, then you can go home-" "Daddy!" A little girl cried, running into his arms. The girl had mid-length, curly, brown hair, and bright blue eyes that were glossed over with tears. Chase tightly hugged back, "It's okay, Bláthanna milis." I confusedly stared at the girl before me. Chase chuckled and pulled the girl away from his chest, "Sorry (Y/N). This is Olivia, my now 8-year-old daughter." "This is Olivia? Oh my goodness, she's so beautiful!" I awed at Chase's daughter, "I'm so sorry that it took us so long to meet!" Olivia kindly smiled at me, "You are my daddy's girlfriend-" "Oh no, no, no. Livy, this is my best friend (Y/N)." Chase embarrassingly chuckled, "She's the one I always talk about."   I felt my cheeks go red with bashfulness. "Anyways, we're both fine." He quickly stated, "Livy, who brought you here?" Olivia awkwardly shuffled her feet, "Stacy..." I sucked in a deep breath, she was here. "Mommy is here? Where is she at?" Chase asked.  Suddenly, the door swung open wide and revealed a woman with fiery red hair, and cold blue eyes. The woman stormed her way over to Chase, slapping him as the flames burned in her eyes, "Olivia was at your apartment. ALONE. You weren't there!" "Robin was there watching her, Stacy!" Chase growled. Stacy flipped her hair, then  connected her eyes with me, "And who is this?! Your little prostitute?!" "Hey!" Chase shouted, standing up from his chair and pointing at Stacy's face, "Don't say that about her! She's not the one that got pregnant at 15-" "That was your fault, Chase! Not mine!-" "Oh really now?" The fight went on and on for what felt like forever. Until Olivia broke it up with a single yell. Chase looked ashamed to fight in front of his daughter like that, he didn't even make contact with any of us. Finally, Stacy huffed and shoved her hair to the side, "Whatever. I was just making sure that you knew where we stood. I'll be going now."