Smithy and Becca had known eachother since 2001. It was now 2008, and they both had feelings for each-other, they also had to learn to grieve over Smithy's best friend, who also happened to be Becca's brother.
But when Becca's brother comes back, a...
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- 003, blaming ourselves. -
DEATH is a crazy thing, one moment a person is there...and the next? It all seemed so quick. The fall, the utter silence that ripped through Canley, it all felt surreal.
Becca stared into space as she sat in Smithy's living room, a photo of Smithy, Mickey and Bradley sat on the mantelpiece. She fixated her attention on it and walked over, picking it up. She felt a tear drop onto the glass as she gazed down at it, tracing her thumb over her brother's face, knowing that photo would be the only part left she would soon have of her brother.
Smithy walked in, noticing the brunette holding the frame tightly in her hands. He remembered that day like it was yesterday, Bradley had just been promoted to a DC, and he was absolutely buzzing. Both him, Mickey and Smithy decided to go out for drinks at a local bar, and Bradley had drank so much, he fell into a bin.
"God, I remember that day." he chuckles, looking down at the photo. "You know, Bradley got so drunk, he fell into a bin and gave himself a black eye...me and Mickey had to take him hospital,.." he takes a deep breath and walks towards the sofa, sitting down.
Becca turned to face him, placing the photo back down, a somber expression displayed on her face. Her cheeks pale and her usual sparkly Forrest green eyes were now glossy and distant.
"Bex, you're not gonna like what I'm about to say." he began, taking a deep breath. "but they're ruling Bradley's death a suicide." he admitted, pushing his head back.
Becca froze, her lip quivering. "He wasn't suicidal...he wasn't!" she protested, raising her hands to her face, covering the fact she was about to sob. "We talked about dying once, he told me he'd never do something like that..."
Smithy jumped up from his seat, embracing the girl in a tight hug. "I know he wasn't, I know." he reassured her, stroking the back of her hair.
Smithy hated this, he didn't want this. He just wanted his best mate back, and he was gone. All he could do now, was comfort Becca, do what he could to stop her from falling apart.
"Are you going to work?" she sniffles, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. "I was thinking of going but...I."
"Yeah, I'm gonna go into work...it helps me keep my mind off stuff." Smithy nods, rubbing his head. "I'm not in until about 11."
"oh, okay..." Becca nodded, glancing over at the clock which read 10:36am. "My mum and dad are coming round...so I'll speak to you later?" she smiled weakly.
"Okay, but you know I'm always just a phone call away?" Smithy reassured the brunette, placing a hand on her shoulder before she begins to walk away.
