Brad Simpson Yin And Yang

We will be Yin and Yang

This is the final chapter in this book what a journey and experience. Thank you so much for the love. For this chapter it would help if you listen to broken hearts by clide slowed to help get a better understanding. This is also the longest chapter I have.

Word Count: 2416

Chapter 32: We will be Yin and Yang

Brad POV:

It has been months since I last saw her. It’s crazy to think that we could have been something. No phone calls or text messages. Not that she ever really responded back when she was here. But it would have been nice to at least get a text message for closure. Little does she know I didn’t need closure. I needed someone to be with me through this rocky patch. I needed her to pick my pieces up. I know it’s selfish but I really miss her and I know I will never see her again. My life was a routine not that it wasn’t before. I would wake up at home inside my room and stay there with bottles and clothes surrounding me.

“Hey B come on we have to get going” my cousin banged on the door. “Chloe leave me alone please” I shout. I was now staying at my cousin Chloe's apartment which is not too far from my old flat. “You promised we would go apartment hunting” she yelled through the door. “Well I lied and go away” I threw a pillow at the door. “You need to forget about her, she's just some stuipid girl. Come on B” she says trying to pick my door lock. “She not some stuipid girl” I opened the door. “Eww you look disgusting” Chloe scratched up her noses. “Your attitude is disgusting and don’t worry I’ll be fine” I said pushing past her to go get a beer from the kitchen.

“You have been saying that for the past 10 months. Come on B” she said attempting to snatch the bottle out of my hand. “Just admit it you're a mess” she said, snatching the bottle out of my hand. “You don’t think I know that Chloe” I snapped. “For god sake you don’t think I know that. I got kicked out of the band and now I’m unemployed. Tris and I are no longer friends along with the rest of the boys. And to top that off the only girl I have ever loved hates me. So no Chloe I’m not a mess I’m a f-ing tragedy.  To put the cherry on top. There’s nothing I can do to fix it” I yell. I was about to stomp off until I saw the tears forming in Chloe’s eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-” I try to say before pulling me into a warm hug. But it still didn’t feel the same. It wasn’t her hug. It wasn’t Ari’s. “Oh speaking of the boy Tris called and he wanted you to pick up the rest of your stuff” she said wiping her tears. 

Flash Back

“Where is she” Tris throws a glass across the floor. “I don’t know” I said quietly hoping he wouldn’t hear but he did. “What do you mean you don’t Brad? I trusted you with her and you left her” He yells. “Babe please calm down we'll find her” Sarah cups Tristan face attempting to calm him down. “I’ll calm down if he tells me what happened,” he says with his fist balled up. “You better not tell me you don’t know because there is no way in hell she just got up and left” he shouts. There was nothing to tell him really. Except for the fact that I kissed his cousin again (which he doesn't know about) after I promised him I or should I say we would never do anything together. How do I tell him I’m in love with her and broke her heart again. How do I tell him that I would follow her to the ends of the earth blindly if it meant I could spend the rest of my life with her. So I stood there silent hoping and praying he would leave it alone but not all dreams come true. Then to knock me out of my thoughts was a fist. No it wasn’t Tristan’s it was Andrews. Another person in her life that would move mountains in order for her to be happy. “Calm down Andrew”. “Stop Andrew”. “Get off of him”.“STOP”.  Those were the words that I heard while he beat the crap out of me. Trust me I would've fought back but I deserved it.  Every punch was for every time I hurt her. Every punch was for every time I made her cry. Every punch was for every tear I caused. Every punch was for every time I got her hopes up just to crush her. Every punch was for letting her walk out and not chasing after her. “Get the hell and don’t come back” was the last thing I heard from my former best friend.