Broken Heart (Chase Brody X Reader)

~ Chapter Twenty-Eight : Take My Pain Away ~

         Chase tiredly looked at me, "And this one?" I looked around the room, and into the almost full box in front of me. "Let's bring it." I stayed simply. Chase carefully rolled his eyes, stuffing the toy into the cardboard box. "Why do you have so many stuffed animals?" He asked, annoyed with me slightly. "I needed something to cuddle with when I was single." I giggled quietly.
We were currently packing up my items for my apartment so I could move in with Chase. Half the boxes were filled with clothes, blankets, books, and other items. I couldn't do anything to help, I could pull my stitches from the lifting, but Chase didn't seem to mind. I turned towards my closet, searching through piles of clothes, shoes, and unused boxes. Suddenly I found something, my face laced in confusion. I pulled the box labeled, Don't Open Till The Ship Has Sailed. I cocked my head to the side, I think this is from Robin... I opened the box, pictures and other little items falling out onto the floor. I smiled  at the pictures of Chase and I, back when we were just merely friends. There were pictures of Chase and I cooking in the old apartment, dancing at the bar, singing karaoke, all these memories seemed like a distant dream. I pushed more of the photos aside, finding one that was very different from the rest. There was Chase and Stacy, each of them holding a child in there arms. Chase was clearly holding Olivia, and she looked around two years old. She raised a chubby hand at the camera, smiling brightly. Stacy held another infant, around the same age as Olivia, maybe he was the same age. I cocked my head to the side and flipped the image over: Chase, Olivia, Stacy, Troy. Troy? Whose Troy? "Love? Why do you got there?" Chase asked quietly. I quickly tucked the photo into my pocket and smiled at him, "Oh, I was just going through some things." He gave me a weird smile, but still turned around and continued to stuff things into my boxes. I pulled the picture back out and examined the young boy. He had brown hair, and blue eyes like his father....Olivia and Troy looked alike....almost twins.... I shook my head and shoved the picture back into the box, pulling in into the bedroom and shoving it inside another box. "Is that the box Robin gave us?" Chase asked, looking over my shoulder. I simply nodded and closed the box tight, "I think that's it, let's load up." "Woah, are you okay?" He asked suddenly, gently grabbing my wrist. I cleared my throat, "I just really want to take a nap right now, I'm exhausted."
Once again, I pulled the box out from underneath the queen sized bed, pulling the contents onto the duvet. I pushed the pictures of Chase and I aside, examining the boy named Troy. Where did he come from? Is he even related to Olivia? "Love, I just brought home some Chinese-" He stopped mid sentence once his blue orbs landed on the photo. Sadness fell onto his lip in the form of a frown. "Where did you get that?" He asked coldly. I gestured to the box beside me. Chase quickly snatched the picture from my hands, clearly shaking. "Chase...." I mumbled, "Who is that?" He closed his eyes tightly, then folding the photo into his pocket. He quickly rubbed his face, "I brought home Chinese-" "Don't ignore my question." I scoffed, "Who is that boy?" "I don't have to tell you, (Y/N)!" He shouted loudly, "I don't have to tell you anything! Just stop being so fucking nosey!" I watched as he stormed into his recording room, slamming the door behind him. Huffing quietly, I made my way into our shared kitchen. He's right. I shouldn't be all up in his business. It's his past, not mine. I served myself some food, and ate by myself. I cleaned my dishes and received another plate, dishing up food, and grabbing a beer from the fridge. I slowly made my way down the hallway-being cautious of my surroundings. I knocked gently, and not long, a voice sounded through the oak door. "It's open."
I smiled sadly at him, "I thought you should eat something." He gave me a side eye, "Did you eat?" I nodded gently and approached his desk, setting the plate and beer in a clean spot. Papers covered the table, along with pencils and other things like paper clips, and bits of cut up paper. I got down onto my knees, hesitantly placing a hand on his thigh, "I'm sorry, Chase. I didn't mean to be so...nosey." He sighed and removed my hand, only to intertwine our fingers together, "It's okay, Love. I shouldn't have snapped, it's just a very....dark...part of my life to talk about." I smiled sympathetically and rubbed his hand with the pad of my thumb. I got up back onto my feet and kissed his forehead, "Don't stay in here to long, okay?" He chuckled quietly and nodded, "Yes ma'am."
"He was my son..." a voice announced itself. I looked up from my book and connected my eyes with the Irish man. "Troy..." Chase confirm quietly, "He was Olivia's older twin." Chase came and sat next to me, pulling my body into his lap, where my head rested on his chest. His heart was pounding. "Stacy would drive Olivia to school, and I'd drive Troy. They couldn't ride together, or they'd just fight." He laughed gently. I quickly held his hand tightly, squeezing it in reassurance. Chase ran a hand through my hair, "One day, Troy begged to ride the bus. 'Daddy please let me ride! Just this once!' He'd beg.....and so I let him." He tightly closed his eyes, tears building behind his borders, "We later got a call saying that Troy didn't make it to class...the bus driver said he got off the bus, and that was the last time they saw him...A week later, the police found a body, three miles from the school. It was a young boy, raped, beaten up, and strangled to death....that boy was Troy Michael Brody...it was my baby boy." Chase wiped his tears away and huffed, "I remember falling to my knees, weeping. I remember hearing Stacy scream as she blamed me for my son's murder..." "That's why she took Olivia away from you..." I whispered softly. He looked at me, then suddenly pulling me into a deep kiss. He's hiding his tears. I gently pushed him away, caressing his tear stained face, "You don't have to hide your tears, Chase." He nodded slowly, pushing my hand away to hold it in his own, "I know...I just...don't like crying..." I gently kissed his cheek. He smiled softly at me, happiness and pain surging in his eyes, "I just hope that he didn't suffer for long..."