Broken Heart (Chase Brody X Reader)

Broken Heart (Chase Brody X Reader)

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Your name is (Y/N) (L/N). You are 19-years-old and you go to a photography school in Brighton, United Kingdom. Your life was boring, simple, but you liked it that way. Until he showed up. Chase Brody is a 21-year-old YouTuber. He records videos of his sweet-ass tricks and gets plenty of views. He's an excited, unfocused, and determined man that you can't seem to leave. His bubbly personality makes you fall in love with him more and more each day. Mistakes happen, and a little lie, turns into a huge problem. What are you going to do? Chase has been through the toughest things with you, and you just threw him away like that. How will he ever forgive you? It feels like you're constantly running from someone. Stalkers, crazied ex-boyfriends, and even your own lover. When will this madness end? When will you be able to be happy with the love of your life? Chase has a foggy past, one that's not very clear, and safe for you. Who knew and ex-wife could cause so many problems? This fanfiction is ONLY for a mature audience. If you are bothered or triggered by self-harm, rape, or kidnapping, then this book is not for you. Enjoy at your own risk.
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I like inflicting pain. Not on others but on myself. Some people would call me depressed but I'm not. If anything the pain makes me happy. I started "self harming" at the mere age of nine. Or at least, that's what she called it. My therapist, I mean. She ended up giving me a life time supply of antidepressants and some shitty advice. I'm now eighteen, rotting in jail, and awaiting my death sentence. This is my story and if I'm quite honest, you don't want to hear it. +++ awards: ➵ Winner, Short Story Category, "Summer Book Awards" @Capybara100 ➵ Overall Winner, "Summer Book Awards" @Capybara100 status: ➵ started - 19/08/17 ➵ finished- 07/11/18 note: ➵ Please don't copy me. I don't appreciate it and will block you and report you. No writer likes to be copied and neither do readers. Readers want something which is unique and original.

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