Maxley [Max x Bradley]

Chapter 9

-Bradley's pov-

It's saturday morning. My head hurts... what happened yesterday? There was this party going on... I remember Max dancing with a girl... and when we were both alone... I remember kissing his cheek. Oh god... what have i done? I should forgive myself for my behaviour.

I slowly turn around in my bed to reach my phone as i didn't had enough energy to get myself up and start to write a message until i got a call from my father. Why would he call me? I pick up the phone, coughing before answering to make my voice sound natural.

«Goodmorning, father.

- Morning? It's 2:00 past the morning, my father answered.»

I look at the clock on my nightstand and my eyes widened. How could i have slept this much? I must really have drank too much. I pretend it was just a mistake in my phrasing and correct myself.

« Oh yeah, excuse me. I meant: Good afternoon.

- Hmpf. I have heard you were not part of the Gammas, anymore.

- ... it is correct.

- And why is that?

- ... because i made my team lose, as you may know...

- But there is also something else. Something you hid from me. You attempted to sacrifice them, especially that good boy Tank. Is that right?

- ... Affirmative.»

He took a long sigh. When there was this long silence, it was best for me to quiet myself and wait for him to talk again.

« Bradley. What am i gonna do with you?.. Always a dissapointment. You couldn't even keep the tradition going.

- Again with those traditions, i murmures...

- Pardon me?

- Nothing, father.

- I'd rather that. The Gamma Mu Mu belong to our family, for generations... and you? You were fired of it?? You've let them took away one of our property?

- But father-

- Silence. All these times that i trained you to be the best of all, that i offered you what was best to be on top and you still dissapoint me.»

A whisper from another man is heard from the phone. It was my father's butler.

«... is something the matter, father, i ask?

-... pour me another glass, Oscar. And you...»

My father is laughing... it has been a while i've never heard him laugh in that way but when he does... it's nothing good. I start to worry... a lot.

« Your... "rivals" name was Maximilian Goof, isn't it?

- ... that is correct, i reply, confused? Why is that?

- Maximilian... hm... you two seem to be great friends, isn't it?

- ... well... after the competition... we... became friends, yes. He helped m-

- BRADLEY. I don't give a fuck about what you two have been doing. You've lost to him and now, you're- ... oh... he laughs, again. Don't tell me you've let him win because... of how much you love him.»

I start to freak out...

- I was starting to think he may be the reason why you became a faggot but... i think you've always been that way, don't you?

- What are you talking ab-

- Don't you DARE sassying me, you freak! You are aware that i don't need to have this stupid father and son conversation to know everything about you? My men are looking after you, Bradley. They tell me everything. You... are in love with that imbecile. Admit it.

- ... but fath-

- Admit IT.

- ... i do.»

After my confession, i could hear a glass break against the wall.

« No son of mine is a homosexual. No son of mine is a loser and NO SON OF MINE... is a dissapointment to our entire family.»

I took deep breath before finally being able to say what i always dreamed to.

« And... you have never been my father.»

I hung up and immediately break down. It was finally over... but troubles were about to start... He is going to send me his men after me... I have to go away from here. But what about Max?They could do something to him too... No. He has nothing to do with all of this mess. They better leave him out of this.

Messages from Max appeared on my phone. I don't dare replying to them. I don't want him to be bothered anymore...

[ hey bradley you here?]- 2:14pm

[i hope you are doing better]- 2:37pm

[call me if you need 🫤 i'm getting worried ngl]- 2:59pm

[i'm coming don't move]- 3:22pm