Into Your Arms

Plot Twist

Bradley hadn't fallen asleep. Although his eyes were burning from the tears, and his body aching out of pure exhaustion, he sat in your bed, and zoned out. 2:03 AM on the clock. All he could think about was you. All he could wonder was if you were in someone else's bed tonight. His grip tightened on the beer bottle to the point of it crushing in his grasp. He looked down to notice blood flowing from his superficial wounds, but he didn't give a damn. He moved his gaze back to Luna's toy that he had found when he first came home. He was so upset, so exhausted, so distraught, that he almost began feeling nothing at all. He was beginning to feel..numb.

You had fallen asleep for a short while, because your crying had finally exhausted you enough to where you prayed for even an hour or two of peace. You woke up, drenched in sweat, breathing heavier than you ever had. 2:03 AM read the clock on your nightstand. You dreamt about nothing but Bradley. Your stomach began to churn all over again. The thought of losing him made you begin to feel like you were losing yourself.

You did the only thing you thought of in that moment. You trusted your gut instinct. You dialed the number.

"Elena? It's two in the morning. This better be good." Hangman's voice was gruff, and etched with sleepiness.

"Don't let him leave, Hangman," you cried into the phone.

It sounded like he had sat up in bed and turned on a lamp. "Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Don't let him leave. I'm on my way. If you let him leave before I get home, it's your ass, Seresin." You rushed as you were packing your belongings and getting Luna ready to head down to the rental car.

"Well, it's about damn time," he smiled into the phone.

You had everything packed, and checked out of your hotel, leaving the key in the room. Luna was in her crate in the backseat, and you were headed for the airport. Luckily enough, you found a flight that was leaving in 2 hours. You couldn't keep still as you waited for the flight. You were so exhausted, but the adrenaline was eating you alive. You wouldn't be arriving into town until around 10 AM at this point. Would you even make it before Bradley leaves? Fuck.

It was around 9 AM when Hangman showed up to the house. Bradley was still sitting on your bed, broken beer bottle next to him, staring aimlessly. Hangman let himself in, as no one answered his knocking, but the bronco was out front so he knew Bradley had to be home.

"What the fuck, Bradley?!" He shouted as he saw the poor image in front of him. He immediately grabbed his blood-soaked hand to ensure that he was okay, and didn't need to be taken to the emergency room. He had grown a 5 o'clock shadow. He had the darkest bags under his eyes that Jake had ever seen. The only other thing he could make any sense of, was a stuffed dog toy sitting on the bed beside him. He knew how much Bradley loved Luna. Seeing Bradley like this killed him. "Hey, man, you gotta talk to me."

"What for." Bradley stated flatly.

"Well, that's progress. What is going on? You're clearly not okay, dude."

"She left me. Thanks for stopping by, I'm heading to base now." He attempted to get out of bed before Hangman pushed him back down. "Seresin, get the FUCK out of my way." For as drained as he was, he seemed to still have some fight left in him.

"It's Saturday, we don't have training today."

"I'm resigning. I have to leave my keys and get my shit." Bradley was making his way to the kitchen, in hopes of finding a breakfast beer.

"You can't drive like this, man. And quit with the fuckin' beer already!" Jake had turned out to be pretty fond of Bradley, but was slowly growing impatient. Bradley turned around, and had the most vicious glare on his face that he had ever seen on the man before.