𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐔 | 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 "𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫" 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

{CHAPTER 0.5}
THE BROKEN

"Real feelings; don't just go away."
-𝐡.𝐲

🝮

I WALKED ONTO THE HARD DECK, to see it full of empty rooms with no one in sight. I was confused to say the least I was 5 minutes late but that's kinda irrelevant. "Dad? Uhh–where are you?" I questioned into my phone. "Your favorite place in Fightertown." Just hearing those words I knew exactly where they were and why. I took off my uniform revealing my white bikini, as my toes hunched the sand.

I made eyes with Penny who was obviously eyeing my dad who was shirtless enjoying his time on the sand playing football with the rest of the lieutenants. "Enjoying the view Pen?" I asked resting at her side watching them play. "Are you?" She asked eyebrows raised looking up at me as my eyes were trained on Roosters toned bod. "Fallon! Get your ass out here. Come shows these guys how to play some football." Maverick shouted calling for his daughter as she made her way towards the others. Rooster through the football towards me which I caught, it would've been pretty embarrassing if I hadn't. It would mean all those late nights watching games with my dad were for nothing. "Are you sure you can handle this Bradshaw?" I spoke cockly on in position on Hangman's team while my dad was on Brads.

"I'm positive, sweetheart." Brad spoke, with a grin that made me blush like a teenage girl who has a school crush. Hondo blew the whistle and the game was on. Hangman tossed the ball to Fallon as Rooster guarded her, he couldnt allowing her to throw the ball to Phoenix. Who got tackled by my dad who scored. "Touchdown." Hondo called out as Rooster and Coyote chest bumped like frat boys. He made his way over to me, "I told you I could handle it." He whispered leaning on my neck near my ear, pushing his shades back on his face. This is only round one Bradshaw. I assured as we all got back in our positions. I played two more games as my dad made his way over to his beachchair, "Dad, come on!" I called out holding the football as he sat down. I caught the ball once more only to have Rooster pick me up, dropping the ball on the wet sand. In the mist, Bob made a touchdown. Everyone crowned him. "You asshole! Put me down." I screamed laughing and giggling, carrying me over his shoulder as we made our way to the others. After hours at the beach we all settled down, my dad ran off with Penny and I laid on the beach with Bradley at my side.

"When did you get this? " he asked, noticing the tattoo on my back he traced his finger over it. "Uhh..after my mom left." I acknowledged, "She left like a year after you did. I'm sorry.. –don't be honestly." I assured, flipping back around on my back. "It said's; Even through there's darkness you will find light." I chuckled, looking over a few feet from us. "What?" Brad asked, with a chuckle. "Nothing–it's stupid. Really." "No, no, tell me." "I wrote you." I mumbled, out hoping he couldn't make out the embarrassing words. "Like letters? Really? Fallon Mitchell wrote me. And here I was thinking you hated my guts." He confesses a wide smile creeping up on his face. "Oh shut up." I punch into his arm walking towards a lifeguard tower. Wait, "where are you going?" "You wanna see them right?" I spoke digging under the tower pulling out a small box. "You buried them here?" Where else would I bury them? This is where everything started. "Yea." The duo gilded back to their spot in the sand, as Fallon took the letter out of the bow undoing the little black ribbon that was wrapped around. "And what do you think you're doing?" The raven haired girl asked him as he reached for the letter. "I wrote so, I read." He motioned his hand back as an "well excuse me."

Dear, Bradley

I think about us alot and what we used to be. Do you ever think about what we could've been? I don't know if this is the end of our chapter and you'll come back later on or if this is the end of our story all in itself, but there are some things I need you too know. I love you. I miss you. And I hate you for leaving. And yet the thing is I can't hate you as a whole. I want to hate you..god I want to hate you because somehow hating you covers up the pain, the anger, and bitterness. You know you truly love someone when you don't hate them for breaking your heart. But all of it will allow me to move on, be free of the torture of being in love with Bradley Rooster Bradshaw. I didn't know what love could be until I realized I loved you. Until you left. I know why you left, I just wish I was worth that goodbye. I didn't know you were something I could need. I'm writing this letter knowing I'll never send it, as some type of self control therapy hoping I'll feel better. I don't really think it'll work so I'm just going to hate all male pilots who arent my dad and Ice. funny thing; we both knew better and yet we still said forever. With that all being said Goodbye Brad.

As I read the letter he was fully in tone, he watched as my lips spoke every last word , the beginning and ending of every sentence. He watched, admired, like what I was reading was the holy grail. Like what I was reading was borderline sacred, priceless in a sense. His eyes soon drifted to mine as I stopped reading facing him. His hands wrap around my face bring his lips into mine, feeling his mustache against my upper lip. It all felt perfect. "I love you too, I always have." He spoke into the kiss. A kiss I guess you could say I've waited 7 year's to feel again.

A/N:
AHahAH
Them>>>💛