Broken Heart (Chase Brody X Reader)

~ Chapter Eighteen : Safe ~

~ Chase's Perspective ~
Weeks had passed from my first date with (Y/N). Everything felt right. Everything was perfect. I loved her, and hopefully she loved me. Olivia was really happy to have a mother figure. Of course, Olivia and I moved out of her apartment and returned to our home. (Y/N) needed her space to recover from her trauma. And surprisingly, she's been sleeping pretty good! I'm proud of her! "Chase!" (Y/N) called, snapping her fingers in front of my face. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. She smiled at me brightly, "You space out a lot, Chase." "Sorry." I mumbled, "I was just thinking." (Y/N)'s eyelids seemed like they were heavy...very heavy. She could barely keep her own head up. I noticed that she kept talking to keep herself awake...why is she so tired? I rested a hand over her that laid on the cold wooden table, "You seem tired. What time did you go to bed...?" Her smile dropped, but she waved her hand around her head, "I was going through social media, and I lost the track of time." That didn't answer my question- "Classic mistake." I chuckled lightly, "Happens all the time to Olivia. She forgets the time when she's watching YouTube, and I often find her awake at one in the morning!" She smiled gently at me and continued to stare at her coffee. I cocked my head to the side and watched her carefully for a moment. She was falling asleep right in front of me...but something was holding her back. Every time she was drifting, she would shiver and jerk awake. I slowly got out of the Café chair and picked her up bridal style. "Chase?" She yawned quietly, "Where are we going?" "Home." I whispered gently.
I laid her onto her bed, pulling the blankets up to her chin. I kissed her forehead and turned to leave. But she stopped me. Fear lingered in her eyes, her whole body shook, "Please stay with me, Chase." I cocked my head in confusion. "Please." She whimpered, "I'm scared... ." Scared...I thought she was recovering... . I nodded gently and swooped in next to her, pulling her against my chest. She still trembled under my touch, her breath shaky. "Love? Why can't you sleep...?" I whispered softly. I raked my fingers through her hair and kissed her gently on the temple. "E-Every time I close my eyes...I see him, Chase." She cried, "I see him smiling down on me...grinning as he cut my skin-" She stopped herself from going any further. Her hiccuped softly from her upset state. I broke seeing her like this. Why did Justin do this to her? Why did I let this happen? It's my fault-no. It's not. I helped her get out of that mess, and now she's here. Safe...with me. "He can't hurt you here, (Y/N)). And I won't let him, no again. I promise you that." She opened her mouth to speak, but I stoped her and planted a small, gentle kiss onto her soft lips, "I promise. You're safe with me." She snuggled deeper into my chest and let out a relaxed sigh. I didn't want to lie, but I was enjoying this. I loved this. I loved her.
~Your Perspective ~
My heart was racing, my feet pounding against the barren cement. He was going to find me, and I needed to get out. I searched for an exit, anything that could lead me to an escape. Nothing. I slammed into the end of the hallway, if this was real, it would've knock me out. "Someone help!" I screamed, "Let me out!" Tears fell down my face as I watched Justin approach me, knife in hand. He grin creepily as he raised the knife to my cheek, slowly dragging it downwards, "Such a pretty toy~" His other hand traced up and down my side, each time going lower then the last stroke. I felt weak compared to him. Vulnerable. "Get away from her." A gruff voice spoke. Justin seemed to shudder in his skin as he turned to peer at the silhouette. His bright baby blues landed on my (E/C) eyes. Chase was here to save me. I felt like a weight was lifted from my chest, but Justin only chuckled...darkly. Suddenly, he rammed the knife into Chase's abdomen, crimson blood spilling from the wound and onto the floor. "No!" I shouted painfully. Justin seemed to disappear, only leave me and Chase alone with the deadly silence. My hands shook as I caressed Chase's pale cheek, "You're going to be okay, Chase. I promise." He chuckled hoarsely, "Not even magic can fix me right now, Love. And you know that." Blood dripped from his mouth, flowing over his pink lips...he was dying right in front of me. "Chase, no! You're going to be alright? You hear me! We're going to get married, and live in a nice big h-house..." My throat ran dry...even I knew that wasn't going to happen. Tears fell down my face as I moved the brown hair from his eyes, "You can't leave me..." He brought my hand to his lips, kissing it gently. His blood was smeared onto my palm, but I didn't care...I couldn't care...I didn't want to care. He smiled weakly at me for one last time before his eyes shut, and the last breath escaped his lips. And like that...he was gone. Forever. "I l-love you...." I whispered quietly.
The morning sun trickled through the blinds, the birds chirping quietly outside my window. Gently, I rubbed my eyes with my palms, and let out a small yawn. I leaned up onto the bed and scratched my head...and that's when I noticed it...a faint red mark. Right where Chase kissed it. Panic flooded my body as I stared at it. What could this mean? How did my dream infect the reality? So many questions began to brew in my head, it was to difficult to focus on one. I closed my eyes and counted to ten, and when I opened them, I didn't dare to look at my palm. I couldn't. At my bedside table, there was a elegantly folded note, addressed to me. It was from Chase. I expected it to have finger prints filled with blood smeared throughout the page, his desperate handwriting to be scribbled all over the page. I sighed in relief, his handwriting was at best as ever and the page was perfect. No marks, no scruffs...no blood. The letter stated that Chase had to return home later in the night so he could tend to Olivia. That's probably why he was stabbed...he wasn't with me the whole night to protect me... . I shook my head to clear my thoughts, I am in control.