unexpected - b.w.s

6. Blood & bruises

Unexpected - Chapter 6

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"Have you ever thought of killing yourself?" He asked, suddenly so intense.

His eyes were dark, and his pupils big.

"No, have you?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Well, yeah. It crosses my mind every day, acctually." His voice echoes, hanging thick in the air.

Quietness take over the room in a sudden movement. Everything goes black.

My heavy breathing is now the only thing I hear.

I run, as if someone's following me. I know there isn't, but I run as fast as possible. My head is going crazy, tears streaming down.

This isn't true, I say to myself. Although I know it is.

The door is in my vision now. Behind that door, was the truth. The ugly, stupid truth, I didn't wanna admit. The faster I ran, the bigger the door got. I was so close, but still so far apart.

I couldn't breath. The truth was exposed. As much as I wanted it not to be, it was, and I couldn't do anything about it.

There. I opened the door with a slam, and there he was.

Dead.

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As I was walking home from the bus station, I thought about why I always dreamed that dream. It was real, but then also for from real. Like last night, it felt so real. Like I acctually was running, and opening the door. But then fiction. I knew what was going to happen, but I was unsure.

Just like now. Unsure walking home alone. Longer down the road, I could hear a party going on. The loud music, smell of alcohol, and now the house came to vision.
Some of the people was standing outside drinking and talking.

I just walked by, fast. But then someone grabbed my wrist.

"Maggie." I turned around to see Bradley, standing with a beer can in his other hand.

"Hey gorgeous." He sounded drunk and tired, but he didn't mind. He was still to a party.

I was just about to say hi to him too, but then I saw his face. Bruises and blood was almost covering every inch of his face. His skin was drained from any color or heat in his cheeks.

"What happened?" I stare, as his eyes flickered between mine.

"I just got into a fight," He told me. His breath smelled like alcohol. Something about the way he looked at me was distant.

"With who?"

He looked around, as if he should see if someone was near. "Just some twats, it doesn't matter."

"Yes it does, du you realise that you're comepletely covered in blood." I noticed it wasn't just his face. As he drank some more from the bottle if beer he was holding in his right hand, I noticed his knuckles were covered in blood aswell.

"Brad, you should get clean." I stated.

"I can't, my sister's home." He said sounding more drunk that before, but I just looked at him. She's six, she will just cry if she sees me like that." I was surprised he had a sister.

"You should've thought about that before-"

"It wasn't my fault, it was theirs." He said, eyes fixated on mine. Several of people beat him up? I thought it only was one person.

"You should clean your wounds." I said once again, since I thought he didn't take it serious.

He rolled his eyes, with a little smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, whatever."

"I'm serious," I said, cracked a smile aswell.

"I don't have time to it," but we both knew that wasn't true.

"You have to, it's... come with me." I said, not really knowing if it was a good idea or not, but someone had to do it.

I shivered, as the wind blew onto my body. I was only wearing a thin jacket. Bradley on the other side, was only wearing a polka dotted shirt. But I figured it must have been the alcohol, that kept his body temperature warm.

"You look so fucking hot," He slurred, walking closer to me. "Do you know that?"

I looked at him in suprise. He acted totally different from what I've seen. Probably because of the drinking, but still.

"I could easily fuck you right here right now, if you wanted to." He mumbled, but still paying attention to the loudness of it, so it was loud enough for me to hear.

I ignored him, since I didn't wanna talk to him. I wasn't long away from my home now. Just a few blocks away.

"Do you want to?" He suddenly said again. He looked serious. No smirk or anything.

"What?"

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He said in a monotone voice. "Cause I will right here if you want me to?"

"No! What's wrong with you?" I exclaimed. He was so wierd right now.

"Nothing's wrong with me, I was just asking." He simply said, followed closely by a giggle.

I opened the door, and stepped inside. So did Brad. I looked at Brad, he still had blood down his nose and a blue eye.

But something looked different on him. He looked tired. Well - more tired His body was weak. Weak and limp.

"Come on, let's get you clean" I said, and followed him out to the bathroom.

I took a washing cloth, and put it under the tap, and got it wet.

Bradley just looked at me with a soft look on his face. I startet softly dabbing the cloth under his nose and cheek, until the blood was gone.

"You're beautiful." He said in a quiet and soft voice. It was maybe because he was drunk. I looked him in the eye, and he was just standing, and staring down at me.

I washed the cloth, until it was clean again and cold. I gently put it up to his eye, to cool it down.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"No, it used to be much worse" he said. I looked at him, and he was now just closing both of his eyes.

"Who does this to you?" I asked, but he never answered.