Dreams {Tradley}

Empty

Brad heard the door go for the second time that night. It seems like every time the door goes, Brad dreads what's behind it even more than the first time.

He tried to control his breathing, stopping himself from having a panic attack. He opened the door and saw the most beautiful sight ever. He bit his lip. "Hey." He managed to get out. Tristan smiled at him and Brad melted. How was he supposed to do this? He didn't want to, but he had to.

He was saving Tris. He has to remember that.

Brad lead them through to the front room. "You alright?" Asked Tristan, noticing that Brad was a little tense. Brad nodded and swallowed. "Tris, I need to tell you something. I don't want you to get mad in anyway." A tear fell from Brad's eyes. "Hey, hey it's okay." Tristan tried to pull Brad in for a hug, but Brad pulled back, reluctantly.

"Tris, I think... I think I've made a mistake." Brad closed his eyes.

"What? With that what did you do?"

"With us." He flinched at his own words and opened his eyes to see Tristan's face fall.

"Tris I'm sorry-"

"Shut up." He said and Brad, did so. "What are you playing at Brad? You know it does hurt when someone turns around says it was a mistake."

"No, no I'm not saying it was a mistake-"

"Then what the fuck are you tying to say?!" Yelled Tristan. Brad flinched.

"I'm saying that maybe we're not good together, I'm not the right one for you. That maybe there's someone else-"

"There is no one else Brad!" Yelled Tristan.

"Tris please calm down." Brad stood up placing a hand on Tristan's arm, as he felt a tear slip down his cheek.

"Get off me, I'm leaving whatever fine we're done." Said Tristan, Brad watched as the man walked out and he took Brad's heart with him.

Brad heard the door slam. He slammed his fist into it in anger before crumpling to the floor in a crying mess.

****

Connor walked through the front door, he'd been at James' seeing as Tris had come to his and Brad's and Connor didn't want to disturb them.
"Brad?" Said Connor when he realised all the lights were turned off. Him and Tris couldn't have gone to sleep it was quarter to 10. Connor walked through into the front room and turned the light on. Brad was on the floor asleep. Connor frowned and went to touch the boy when he realised Brad was freezing cold and had tear stains on his cheeks. By the looks of things Brad had cried himself to sleep. "Oh Bradley." Said Connor, scooping the boy up and carrying him upstairs. He put Brad on his bed and then went into the bathroom to put the bath on. When he came back in Brad was stirring slightly. He sniffed and Connor smiled sweetly at him. "What's up buttercup."
Brad frowned for a second as though he couldn't remember and then his facial expression turned into one of pain.
"It was Tris." Said Brad, eyes brimming again.
"What happened did he leave you?-"
"No! I- I can't say or explain because it's not safe in here. Con we have to move we can stay with James and Tris if we have to." Brad's voice had descended to a whisper. Connor frowned feeling Brad's forehead thinking maybe the boy was ill.
Brad pulled Connor close towards him. "She has cameras." He whispered.
"Who?" Asked Connor. Brad hushed him.
"Ana she might be watching. She came round before Tris and she said stuff and I can't say because she'll expose me and Tris! You have to believe me Con. Let's just go to James and Tris' and I can explain." Pleaded Brad.
"Okay, okay in the morning. You need to rest first. I ran a bath for you." Said Connor.
"But she might have cameras in the bathroom!" Exclaimed Brad. Connor sighed, taking Brad's hand in his pulling him off the bed. "Let's go check shall we?" Brad followed Connor into the bathroom. Connor threw open the cupboard wide, "nope no cameras!"
He checked behind the shower curtain the door and then he saw it. A small black thing right by the actual shower.
"Ohmygod." Said Connor. Brad stared at it as though it were the enemy which it kind of was.
"Fuck the bath Brad we're outta here." Said Connor. He pulled a bag out shoving toiletries and clothes for him and Brad in it. He picked up his phone. "James?" Connor had rung James, to tell him they were going over. Brad simply sat there staring into space.
"Brad c'mon we're going!" Said Connor has he hung up the phone. Brad nodded grabbing his wallet and phone before running out with Connor.

They drove as fast as they could without getting caught for speeding. Each mile closer Brad dreaded it. He dreaded the looks from Tristan, the silence, the glares.

Brad's phone went off and he unlocked it.
So you told them eh? Bad idea Brad not they're all gonna know

Brad locked his phone and threw it on the car floor staring out the window as
Connor kept driving.

Why him? Why can't he just be happy.

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A/N
Ana is a bitch
Poor Brad
Anyway enjoy
Byeeeee x