Walking Travesty

'Cause You And I, We're Alive

"I'm afraid his ankle is broken miss", the nurse said making me sigh deeply. I hid my head in my hands and could feel Brad's hand on my back rubbing It back and forth soothingly. "Is he awake?", I asked and she nodded. I texted dad when they took him in for an X-ray, and he said he would be here as soon as he could. "Can we see him?", Brad asked the nurse in a polite voice. It was the first time I had heard him talk like that. "Of course! He's actually asking for you miss". I stood up wiping the tears from my eyes away. Brad snaked his arm around my waist for some reason I didn't know and I didn't care. We walked to the room he was in and Jacob was laying in the bed sleeping with a bandage around his foot. I sat down on the chair taking his small hand in mine. Why didn't I just stay home? Then it wouldn't have happened. Brad was resting his hand on my shoulders as he was standing right behind me. I hated hospitals. They were always so boring. With white walls, white floors, white beds and it was always so freaking cold here. Plus it smelled like medicine. "When's your dad coming?", Brad asked softly. "I don't know. Soon I guess". "Is he like ever home?", he asked again but I didn't answer. I didn't want to answer. I didn't want to talk to anyone but Jacob. "He'll be okay he just broke his angle, nothing serious", Brad tried but it just made me angry. "Nothing serious? He got hurt because I wasn't there! If I hadn't left the house it wouldn't have happened. That's what happens when I try to make friends", I muttered and a tear slipped down my cheek. "Hey, this is not your fault. And there is nothing wrong with making friends". I just shook my head and laughed. "Easy for you to say. You actually have friends. I have 1", I said and tried to ignore what he was going to say next. He didn't say anything. 5 minutes later dad came through the door to the room. "Oh god he's okay", dad breathed out and sat down on the other side. He didn't even notice me. It was like I wasn't even there. "Dad are you going to stay home until he's okay?", I asked but he shook his head. "I'm sorry sweetie I can't. I have too much work to do", he replied and it felt like someone had punched me in the chest. He didn't even have time for his own son? His family? How pathetic of him. He changed since mom went to the hospital. Before, he hardly worked and now it seems like it's the only thing he's doing. The only thing he does to this family is give us money. Then we get left to ourselves. I stood up not even wanting to look at him. I heard Brad yell after me when I walked out of the door but I ignored it. I walked straight out of the hospital, went behind the hospital where I finally let my tears fall like waterfalls. I slit down the wall and plugged in my ear pods. Don't you realize you shot this family a world of pain? Can't you see there could have been a happy ending we let go. Sing me to sleep, I'll see you in my dreams, Waiting to say, "I miss you. I'm so sorry". I felt a hand on my shoulder making me cry even more. He took one of the earphones out of my ear and placed it in his own. It was Brad. After listening to half of the song he sighed and turned his head to me. "I'm sorry you're feeling this way", was the only thing he said before standing up and walking  away. What the hell was that? Why didn't he stay? Why didn't he talk to me? I needed someone to talk to. I realized Jacob needed me so I stood up trying to pull myself together. I couldn't just give up because my family was broken. I needed to be there for Jacob.

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The next day was a school day. I persuaded dad to work at home since I needed to be at school and couldn't take care of Jacob. After a couple of argues he finally gave in. And let's just say. I regretted going to school. What the hell did I think about? I needed to be at school with my classmates, which I hate, have classes, which I hate, and I have to look at Brad. He just left me yesterday. And honestly I had no idea why. After we got home yesterday Aaron came by and we ended up watching a few films with Jacob. It made me feel a little better. As long as he was happy. I didn't see Scar in the morning so she would probably meet me in class or something. I took my usual seat plugging in my ear pods waiting for English class to start. Not even lost in stereo made me feel better. And it always did. As Scarlet entered the room she got the feeling that I didn't want to talk which she respected, so she just sat down on her seat giving me my space. Brad didn't though. He sat in the seat in front of me turning around glancing at me more than once. Every time he did so I just glared back at him. I saw Mr. Dawson enter the room so I put my phone away and listened to what he had to say. He told us to go out of the room. Go around school or something with our partners. "Where are you going?", Brad asked and followed me. "McDonalds. I need a burger", I replied making him laugh. "Whoa the healthy girl eats", he mocked me but I just ignored him. "Are you on your period or something since you're so fucking pissed?", he asked making me go faster. "Can't you just go and beat some kid up and leave me alone?", I asked turning around so he almost walked right into me. "because I'm not in the mood for talking", I continued. Then he pulled out his phone and started to text someone. "What are you doing?", I asked. "We're ditching school", he said grabbing my wrist starting to drag me away from school. "What? No I can't to that", I said out of fear. Dad would be so disappointed. "Tell me that you want to walk back to the school right now and don't go to McDonalds with me, and I'll let you go". I did want to ditch school. I really did. "Didn't think so". We walked to McDonalds and I sat down as he went to order our food. Then Scarlet, Connor, James and Tristan walked through the doors. Scar made eye contact with me and smiled a little. She pointed at me and they all gave me bright smiles. "Hi. You feeling better", she asked and sat down next to me. I shrugged and she hugged me. "Why are you here?", I asked as Brad came back with our food. All of our food. Including the boys' and Scars. "Brad texted us", Connor said eating his fries. Brad winked at me handing me my burger. "I don't like this", I whispered and Brad sighed. "Come on Clara. Live a little". He smirked as the others were laughing. I got a text from Aaron asking where I was and I texted him back saying I didn't feel well. "oh my god are you texting Aaron?", Scar asked making Brad glare at her. Why I didn't know. I blushed making her squeal. "How are you guys doing?", she asked taking a bite of a chicken nugget. "Last night he came over and watched movies with Jacob and I", I replied blushing even more. "Loser", I heard Brad mutter. "At least he was there", I muttered back and Brad furrowed his eyebrows. I don't know why I wanted Brad to be there. I was happy with Aaron. Yes Brad is good looking but that's not why I feel like I want to talk to him. I want to know why he's hiding who he is. What happened that would make him walk away from a girl or punch her in the face? "Earth to Clara!", James yelled and they all laughed. "What?", I asked making then laugh even more. "She does that a lot", Scar explained. "Does what?", I asked still confused. "You disappear into your own world". "Sometimes that's not a bad thing", I whispered but I don't think anyone heard me. I turned my head to the side and Brad was staring at me. What was wrong with him? Sometimes he's all caring and concerned. Other times he doesn't have a care in the world and completely hates me. I ate my food in silence just wanting to go home to Jacob. I didn't like leaving him. He was only 8. "What are you thinking about?", Brad whispered in my ear so no one could hear him. I didn't answer making the excuse that I needed the toilet. At least I could be alone there. "Jacob?", I asked as I had just called him. "Clara! I miss you, dad is so boring", he sighed making me chuckle. "I will be home soon. School ended a little earlier", I lied and I could almost feel his smile. "Good! Dad won't give me popcorn! He says he doesn't have the time to make them". How can you not have the time to make popcorn? It takes 3 minutes max. "I'll be home soon I promise. And yes I'll make you popcorn". I ended the call and someone placed their hand on my shoulder. "what the hell are you doing in the girls bathroom?", I asked Brad as I turned around. "Like you're actually using it. Was it Jacob you were talking to?", he asked and I nodded. "Here let's get you home", he said softly grabbing my wrist. I just realized that he never grabs my hand. It's always only the wrist. We walked home in silence him never removing his hand from my wrist. "Hey dude! You told me you were only English partners!", Zac yelled making me jump. I hadn't noticed him a few metres ahead. "We are. I don't want to date a loser", Brad laughed now letting go of my wrist. Ouch. That stung. At least now I knew how much I meant to him. As he stopped up to have a chat with Zac that was now handing him a cigarette I continued to walk down the street. I turned my head looking at him and he was looking back. He didn't say a word though. I sighed and started to run home. I kept getting mixed signals from him. Sometimes he was so sweet and caring.. Now he's just a fuck boy who only sees me as the loser I am. So now I'm just going to act like a loser, and go home to do homework.

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"How am I supposed to answer this fucking question?", I asked myself and threw my history notebook on the floor in frustration. "Woah, calm down there", someone said behind me, almost giving me a heartattack. "HOLY SHIT", I yelled as Aaron was standing right behind me. "I thought you needed company. And a break", he whispered placing his hand on my waist. "My head hurts so bad you don't even know", I groaned and then I heard Jacob. "I need to use the bathroom!", he yelled and I sighed. "Let me handle it. Lay down please". I nodded and he kissed my forehead before walking out of my room. I walked over to my cd player, turned it on and flopped down on the bed. Manage me, I'm a mess. Turn a page, I'm a book, half unread. I wanna be laughed at, laughed with, just because. I wanna feel weightless, and that should be enough. "But I'm stuck in this fucking rut, waiting on a second hand pick me up and I'm over, getting older", Aaron sang and flopped down next to me. "I like that song", he said as the song continued in the background. "Maybe life can suck sometimes but it will always get better". He turned around to his side so he was looking down at me. I stared up at him and he started to smile. "It always will". I smiled back at him as he leaned in connecting our lips...

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I woke up by the sound of something getting thrown at my window. What the hell? I looked at the time and It was 3 am in the morning. What was up with people and waking up in the middle of the night? What if it was an intruder? I slowly got out of my bed taking small steps to the window. It was very dark and I think it looked like it was storming. My room was ice cold making me quiver as I looked out of the window. I saw a shadow down at the ground pointing to the door. I think the person wanted me to open the door. I nodded without the person even seeing and made my way down the stairs as quiet as I could. Why did I even do it? It could be anyone. But the shape of the person looked so familiar. I slowly unlocked the door and opened it slightly. My arms were covered in goose bumps and I felt cold all over. "Oh my god Brad!", I whisper shouted as Brad was standing in the door frame. His arms were covered in bruises, his face had a lot of scratches and he had a big open cut on his right cheek. "Why didn't you call me or something", I whisper shouted once again as I led him upstairs. He was falling a little bit so I had to snake my arm around his waist causing him to yelp. I sat him down on my bed turning on my light. He dug his hand into his pocket showing me his phone was broken. "What happened", I asked but he didn't answer. I don't think he wanted to tell. "Shit Brad you're really hurt", I whispered and he closed his eyes. I placed both of my hands on the sides of his face without touching the cut. "Brad, stay with me okay? Please", I begged and he nodded very slowly. "Why are you walking outside so late?", I asked but he just shook his head. "I didn't have anywhere else to go", he cried. Oh my god he cried? Brad Simpson cried? I started to slowly take off his shirt and he had a big cut across his chest. This was like my worst nightmare. "I need to clean this", I whispered. "I'm sorry", he then whispered still crying silently. Why was he sorry?

A/N: Sorry I haven't been updating daily lately, but I think it's starting to get kind of impossible for me. I swear I have SO much homework to do and stuff. Also there's a lot of people I know in real life that now knows that I'm writing books, and I feel like it's making writing 10 times harder. Like I have to impress them right now and I don't like that feeling. Before I was writing for you guys and for myself but when people you know in real life knows, I feel like I'm going to be judged. I'm sorry i think maybe i will update every two days or so. Thank you for reading I love you all xxx And please write what you think so far since I haven't really gotten the feeling that you guys like this story?