Unspoken

Let's Play

Rooster was fuming. He had sat there listening to how his poor girlfriend was victimized by you. So when he showed up to your door after hearing her cry about how mean you were, he had a rage going in full swing. You were sitting on the couch strumming softly on your guitar strings when you heard the knocking that echoed on the walls of the empty house. You answered the door after placing your guitar on the couch and were shocked to see him standing there fuming. "What's got you so upset?" You asked as the street noise drowned out his heavy breathing.

"You're going to play dumb?" He asked you pointedly. You were honestly lost for words.

"Play dumb?" You reiterated.

"Why would you say those things to Brooke? I mean damnit y/n I expected more out of you!" He told you with a definitive exclamation point at the end of his sentence.

"What are you even talking about?!" You three your hands in the air wracking your brain to try to remember what could've happened.

"She said you told her to stay away from me" he explained a little further. Your eyes nearly left your skull.

"What the fuck?! No I didn't Rooster!" You defended yourself standing up to his intimidating stance.

"Yeah fucking right. Then why was she crying to me?" He asked clearly not ready to believe a word out of your mouth.

"Because she's a good actress? I don't fucking know!" You shouted. You were beyond angry. Livid couldn't even describe it. And the hurt you felt inside you because he didn't believe you nearly knocked the wind out of your lungs.

"Don't fucking talk to her like that again." He growled.

"Or what? Or what Bradley?!" You challenged him taking a step forward. You could feel the heat radiating off of his face. His breath met yours in waves as he breathed deeply trying to maintain control. His lips were merely inches from yours.

"Then we just won't be friends then." He decided.

"I've lived through it once, watch me do it again." You snapped back. A moment of pain flashed across his face as you told him those words. There was something behind his eyes, regret maybe at his choice of words? They were meant to cut deep and it looked like it found their target.

"Thanks for nothing y/n" he sniffed hard before standing straight again. He was bent over you in his anger.

"I could say the same Bradshaw. Take the easy way out. You always fucking do and I'm the one left to clean up your mess!" You screamed. You really weren't sure where you had kept this all bottled up but it was exploding out now.

"I take the easy way out? That's fucking rich. You left! You fucking left me y/n!" He yelled right back. You had to take a stuttering breath to regain composure. Your tears were threatening to spill over.

"I had a dream to chase and time wasn't going to wait for me" you explained. He didn't want to hear it.

"You were all I had left." He stated calmly. His calm in the middle of the storm shook you to your core. Even your bones felt uneasy.

"I had to go." You breathed out.

"I know..I know you did. It's always you doing the leaving" he accused you. You wiped your cheek so fast it barely registered to Bradley that you were crying.

"Leave me alone." You begged.

"Why would I do that?" He wondered angrily.

"Because! Clearly we don't work! We don't work anymore! Look at me I'm about to tear my hair out!" You were sure your lungs had maxed out.