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JSE ego fan fiction - Chase Brody
This was the third time of the week he was coming in that store. But he didn’t even realise it. His body walked down the street into the grocery store as a zombie. The silence of the fresh morning was putting him in hypnosis. Like a simple machine.
He felt that there were several people in here too, but his senses blurred them. His ears weren’t listening. His eyes were looking in the void.
He grabbed another bottle. How many beers did he take this week? This month? His brain didn’t even try to calculate. He put the bottle with the two others in his bag and turned around.
That was all he needed here. He will pay them, will leave, and will go back to this place we couldn’t even call a house.
But someone blocked his path.
Someone he couldn’t pass through like he always did. His eyes met her eyes, and they suddenly woke up. He stared at her for a moment before saying in a small voice, broken because of a months-long mutism “St-Stacy?”
The woman standing in front of him was looking as surprised as him. Maybe she didn’t expect to see him here. Or maybe she didn’t want to see him, at all.
Her eyebrows fell on an angry expression as she inspected him in a quick glance. She noticed the three bottles of beer he was holding. She looked like she wanted to say so many things but all she said was a simple but hard “Chase.”
Her voice warned him that there were no possibilities of a nice conversation. Even if it has been a year since they last talked. She avoided him all this time and he didn’t even know or remember why. But he tried anyway “How are you doing?” He showed her a small smile. “It’s a surprise to see you… Again. Why are yo-”
“Don’t act like everything is fine, Chase.” She interrupted him, keeping an angry tone.
“I don’t understand…” Chase said perplexed. Finally, she was in front of him. Finally, he could talk to her, laugh with her, hug her because he missed her so much. But why was she so mad at him?
“Mom!” Chase heard a voice from behind Stacy. It was a little boy running in the store, chasing a little girl. “She didn’t want to stay in the car so I-” He interrupted himself as he saw Chase. He immediately jump in front of the little girl, protecting her. Chase recognised them and tried to reassure the kids.
“Hello, sweeties.” He waved his hand. “You grew up so much.”
But they didn’t wave back. The little boy took a step backward, putting his sister behind Stacy.
“No worries, honey, we leave now.” Stacy sweetly said to her son, turning around, taking her kids hands.
This was the first time since forever he could talk to his family, and yet again, they were leaving. Why? Why were they avoiding him? Who know when he will meet them again? He won’t loose the opportunity.
“Stacy! Wait! Don’t leave! Don’t abandon me again!” He moved forward, trying to catch her shoulder.
“Me? Abandoning you?” She faced him again, looking deep in his eyes. “Am I the one who abandon the other, Chase? Really?”
“… You left. Suddenly. Without telling me why.” He felt his heart crushing as he remembered this morning where he was all alone in this empty house. “I- I did nothing wrong.”
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” She raised her voice, that brought some people’s attention and scared the little kids. Stacy realised she talked too loudly so lowered her voice. “How can you have the nerve to say that after what you did?”
He looked around as if he was searching in his mind what she was talking about. Stacy noticed he was confused, which made her understand. “You don’t remember, do you?”
Chase looked back at her. He was lost. He was confused. “When you lose your job, you fell in depression. I told you I could get one the time you find another one, but you didn’t listen to me and fell in alcoholism.”
Chase lowered his head. That. He remembered and felt ashamed. Even more when he felt the plastic bag full of beer bottles in his hand.
“I found you one night, completely drunk on the sofa.” She continued. “Moaning insults to yourself.” This souvenir was blurry to him. He forced himself to remember but only flashing images came in his mind.
He was in the living room, surrounding of empty bottles. “I wanted to let you take a break, but-” Her daughter approached him. “She just wanted to comfort you-” But he was in such pitiful state, he wasn’t aware of what he was doing “You-”
Tears were falling on her cheeks. All was clear now. His memories were clear. He remembered. For more than a year, he covered the truth and lied to himself to hide his mistake. His sadness wasn’t cause by abandon but by remorse. All this time, he rejected the fault on Stacy because he couldn’t believe he did this. It was, indeed, his fault.
“I could have called the police so you would be arrested,” Stacy added. “I could have asked divorce so we wouldn’t have to deal with you anymore. But I didn’t. Because a part of me judged that you deserved another chance.”
Her voice became less aggressive and more reassuring. “But I couldn’t let any other mistakes happen. I couldn’t let you hurt our kids anymore. So we left.”
Tears kept dropping, Chase was staring at the ground, shocked and shameful. “I thought maybe you’ll think about what you’ve done and maybe change.” She said. “But look at you… You stayed the same.”
His face slowly raised “I’m- I’m sorry.” He cried between a sniff “I am so sorry.”
Stacy hesitated to take him in her arms, but she couldn’t forgive him. Chase removed his tears with his sleeve, but they kept falling. “You won’t forgive me, I know and I understand. But please. I don’t want you to leave me again for so long.” He grabbed Stacy’s hands in his, begging her “I need you. I need our kids.”
She noticed sincerity in his look. Sincerity and despair. She also saw that shine in his bright blue eyes who always had the power to hypnotise her.
She stayed for a moment staring at him before releasing her hands. “The weekends.”
“Huh?”
“You can come during weekends, for now. Then, we will see how it goes.” On that, she turned and left the store.
Once again, they left but his heart was relieved this time. He took a deep breath and wiped the last tears on his cheeks. It’s been a long time since he hasn’t felt alive.
He put back the bottles in the aisle and took his way to home.
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As a person with a contradictory mind, when people was saying that Chase is a sweetheart and Stacy a b*tch, I couldn’t help myself but think another way. After all, we don’t know when Stacy left Chase, why did she take the kids. The story opened to so much solution, I took the opportunity! Take that!
I love Chase, don’t get me wrong!
Thank to @zamoradraw for being as always the VIP reader ^^
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