Broken Heart (Chase Brody X Reader)

~ Chapter Twenty : Why? ~

I huffed loudly and collapsed to the ground, why did he make me do this? "Come on, Hipster! We're almost there!" Chase shouted over his shoulder as he sped past me. We were out on an afternoon jog-I was forced to come because Chase didn't want to go by himself. And personally , I wanted to be faster. That dream with Chase and Olivia was haunting me. All the blood, the screaming, their faces...frozen in pain and fear. Soon, Chase was standing over me, sweat gathering on his forehead, "You doing okay down there?" I smiled weakly at him as he pulled me up. "I don't usually work out this much."  I huffed gently. He smiled brightly and rubbed circles onto my back. How does he workout every day? I looked at him in amazement, this sexy hunk of man. I giggled to myself. "What's so funny?" He asked. I shook my head, "Nothing, Sweets." He smirked and pulled me closer to him, planting a kiss on top of my head.
         I placed my keys onto the kitchen table, running a hand through my sticky hair. I'm exhausted. I quickly collected some clothes and hopped into the shower. It felt good to get all that sweat off of my body, and the warm water soothed a headache that I've had for a while. A was of dizziness suddenly ran through my body, making me slightly stumble in the shower but I gained my balance to keep me steady. What was that...? I shook my head and stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towel around my body. I grabbed my phone and waltzed into the bedroom. Putting on some clothes, I laid in the bed...but I wasn't going to sleep. I couldn't. If I did, the nightmare would haunt me again, and I'd have to see Chase's bloody body...Olivia's brains all over the place. I gagged, I couldn't think like that. I looked at the time, 12:47pm. It was going to be a long night.
~ Chase's Perspective ~
     I took the last swig of my beer, nodding towards Chris, "Another please." He gave me a sad look before grabbing the cursed drink from the fridge. I tipped it at him as a thank you, and pressed the bottle to my lips. I wrapped my hands around the base of the bottle, rubbing my fingers in circles on it. The clock read 12:47...I wonder what (Y/N) is up to. I shook my head and downed the bottle. I was going to request another, but then she flashed through my mind. Olivia. I felt sick to my stomach, I couldn't drink anymore. I placed some bills onto the table, "Have a good night, Chris." "Leaving so soon?" Chris chuckled deeply, "Are you even drunk?" I smiled gently at him, "Just a bit tipsy, but I can still get home." I waved goodbye to him and set out to find my car. Where did I park it again?
~ Your Perspective ~
        "Hello? Is this Miss (L/N)?" I rubbed my eyes at the quickened voice, still holding the phone to my ear, "Yes, this is (Y/N)." "I'm sorry to report to you, but your boyfriend has been in a car accident. He's been admitted to surgery-" "Chase Brody?! I-I'm on my way!" I cried. I threw on a coat and rushed out the door, barely managing to grab my keys on the way out.
      I waited impatiently in the waiting room...such a dreaded place in a hospital. My foot tapped nervously against the white tile floors, my hands shaking in my lap. I haven't heard much, just that he was slightly tipsy and ran off the side of the road. I didn't know why he went into surgery though, but doctors were rushing around everywhere. It was total chaos. "Miss (L/N)?" A nurse called. I jerked my head up to the sound of the voice. "Mr. Brody just came out of surgery, but he's stable. He would like to see you." I nodded gently and stood from the uncomfortable chair.
       I intertwined our fingers, tears threatening to slip from my eyes, "God Chase." I choked. He chuckled and brought my hand to his lips, kissing at the soft skin, "I'm fine, Love." I quickly wiped my tears and fully examined my partner. He didn't look to bad, the only scary part was that he was hooked up to a machine. I could see his heart beat...read his oxygen levels...his blood pressure. His hands were slightly scratched, in some areas there were even deep wounds. There were some bruises on his arms, thighs, and face. I shook my head and smiled weakly, "I know, but it really makes you start thinking..." "About what?" He raised his eye brows at me. I wiped the faint tears from my face, "You could've died. What would happen to Olivia? To your family? To...me...?" He gently cupped my face and wiped the remainder of my tears, "Olivia would have to go to Stacy, unfortunately. My family would - hopefully - plan a funeral, and you would attend, and move on. You'd be happy healthy, as if I was there with you." He then kissed my cheeks, nose, forehead, and then finally my awaiting lips. I hummed gently in happiness as our lips moved in sync. I slowly pulled away and we rested our foreheads together. He kissed my head again and then fully pull away, a smirk playing onto his lips. "So...what exactly happened?" I asked quietly. Chase ran a hand over his face and rested it on his cheek, "I was drinking at the bar with Chris. I didn't feel drunk, so I drove home. Next thing I know, there's a black car speeding towards me, in the wrong lane. I swerved to miss the vehicle, and next thing! I'm in the ditch!" I bit my lip and looked down into my lap, "You don't think it was Stacy?" He looked up at me for a second, but then quickly shook his head and sighed, "Why do you think she would do that?" He's right, why would she do that?

I would like to apologize for my inconvenience! I just got into high school, and I'm trying to get settled with the classes. And I have my Connor X Reader that I'm working on too...