I Found You {Tradley}

Chapter 4 - But There's Always a Guy with a Glue Gun...

*2 days later* 

 I've been avoiding Brad. Whenever he enters a room, I simply leave without a word. Connor and James are a bit awkward now with me, Brad doesn't know and it's all messed up. 

Sometimes I want to curl up and just sleep, forever and ever and live the dream life, instead of the real one. 

I was getting a drink of water and James was cooking something, it smelt surprisingly good seeing as his cooking didn't normally turn out quite as good as planned. 

Brad walked in, in a onesie. It was 7:00 pm and he was already in PJ's? Probably waiitng for Blake. 

"Tris." He said. I ignored him completely. 

"Please let me explain." He begged. 

"How, Brad?!" I yelled. 

"I'm gonna-" Said James pointing in the direction of the door and legging it out of the ktichen. 

"I-" He started. 

"No, there's no way to explain ok? I get it, you lead me on and then played me around. I didn't realise you were like this and now I see your break up from Lydia's point of view." I said. 

The mention of Lydia broke him I know, but he hurt me just as much. 

I saw the tears well up. "He bloody raped me, Tris, that's why I didn't say anything. I knew he'd hurt me if I screamed for help and I didn't want to say anyway, I know you'd think I was a whimp, a weirdo." His voice was barely a whisper. 

"Oh for fuck sake." I mumbled. I turned around leaning on the worktop, my head spinning. 

"God, I'm so sorry Brad. If I'd have known, I wouldn't have called you a whimp or a weirdo. I know what Blake can be like.

"This is why you didn't like him, he was doing this from the bloody start, wasn't he?" I asked. 

Brad sighed and nodded. There were tears running down his face and they were coming more frequently now. I pulled him over by the hood of his silly onesie. I hugged him tight, my chin resting on his mass of curls. "I'm sorry." I said. 

"I'm sorry too." He said. 

"I never wanted to hurt you, you know what right? I didn't want you to walk in on Blake. Not just because of the embarrassment, but because I knew you'd get the wrong idea. I wanted to be the one that fixed you, not broke you." He said, into my chest. 

I smiled. "You are definetely the guy with the glue gun, Bradley." 

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A/N 

So this was really short, but I was kind of suffering from writers block. I wrote about 50 versions of this chapter before deciding on this one haha. So enjoy and please comment what you think....  :D GOODBYEEEE