unexpected - b.w.s

7. The park

Unexpected - Chapter 7

Something about him were capturing. The way he acted towards me, and what they told about him was two comepletely different things. I felt like he wasn't genuin, when he was with me, but that was because I heard the backstory. Maybe I shouldn't be so friendly with him, but it was only rumors, nobody but him knew the truth.

Trees and green terrence surround me, as I walk in a little park now. More trees was in this park, than the one in my town I lived in before. It was bigger, and there was a playground behind some of them. I knew I would like this as a kid.

I untangled my earphones from the big knot it had created down in my pocket. But just when I was about to put them inside my ear, I heard my name coming from a familiar voice.

"Maggie?" Bradley said. He wore black jeans, a black t-shirt, black leatherjacket and his usual Dr. Martens. He also had a cigarette in his hand, smoke flowing out of it.

Why did I always have to meet him, wherever I walked?

"Hi Bradley." I smiled. "So, did you come safe home the other day?"

He smiled shaking his head. The smile was genuin. Not a typical smirk or a goofy grin. The kind of smile that I usually never really saw on Brad.

"Yeah, yeah I did thank you for cleaning my wound. I don't do it myself, so thank you." He chuckled. The wounds and bruises were already better from yesterday.

"You should, though. I mean it's often you have bruises and cuts, isn't it?" I shrug, not really paying attention to what I was saying. I knew I shouldn't have said it, but what I would say next to make it better, I had no idea about.

It was weird how I wasn't really shy with him anymore. Usually it took some time to get comfortable with people I didn't know.

His jaw clenched, but he didn't look mad. "Er, yeah sure Maggie." He said almost toneless. His unusual giddy and joking around mood was suddenly gone. I mentalt slapped myself.

"Anyway, what are you doing here?" He tried to get past the awkward situation I put us in right before, which I was relieved about.

I let out a sigh. "Uhm, I just went for a walk. What about you?"

He placed the cigaret between his lips, inhaled and then blew out the smoke. "Im here with my sister," he said, and rolled with his eyes.

I almost forgot he had one. And just when I was about to ask were she was, a little girl came running over to us. She had brown hair, and big brown eyes.

"Brad," she said, almost cried. She had tears in her eyes, ready to fall down on her red cheeks.

"What?" he snapped, a bit annoyed. She pointed her finger towards him, and there was a little cut in it. He crouched down, still with the smoking thing in his mouth. "What am I going to do about that?" He said softly, with a pure voice.

He put his cigarette between his idexfinger and middlefinger, and brushed her tears away with his thumbs. He looked at her for a couple of seconds, probably not knowing what to do. But he then took her finger and lightly kissed it.

"Now the pain is gone" he said looking at her.

"No it's n-" she said, and sniffled.

Bradley rolled his eyes, and interupted her; "Oh for gods sake, just go on and play, Van" he sighed, and pointed at the playground. And then she ran.

He got up, and his eyes met mine.
"Sorry 'bout that" he scratched the back of his neck.

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Currently we were talking, still at the park. We were just walking around. It was wierd to have this kind of conversation with Bradley, because he was all different. Not comepletely different, but I guess that's the thing about him. You either get one, or another.

He already told me some basic things about himself, and he also mentioned that he don't see his father anymore.

"So, are your parents divorced?" I asked curiously.

He nodded. "Yes uhm.. My dad cheated on my mother, with some 20 years old woman, so she found out, and they split up. That was about 4 years ago. Vanessa was only about 2 years old. My mom is a workaholic. She Works like every day, 24-7, do I gotta take care of Van sometimes, which totally sucks." He sighed, and looked up at me. We stopped beside a large tree, and stood there and continued talking.

It surprised me. I didn't think he would open this much up to me, tell me about his life.

"Does Vanessa know about your dad?" I asked. He stared at me, but there was something about his expression that was different.

"No, I've decited not to tell her, I think it's best for her" he answered, while fiddling with his finger ring, looking down. "But, enough about me, tell me a little bit about yourself."

"Okay, so my father died when I was like 7 years old" I said quietly, and looked down at my feet, who were kicking some leaves.

I could feel his eyes on me, but I just ignored his. There wasn't much to say, only the part I didn't wanna tell anyone. It was hard to think on myself.

"Isn't there more you can tell me?" He asked slowly after silence. It was like he was unsure on whether or not he should ask.

There was acctually a lot of history behind me when I thought about it, but I didn't wanna tell him about anything from my past. Not him, or anyone.

The memories came floding back. I promised myself that I wouldn't cry anymore in my life about what happened. Life was to short for crying, and I feel like I had done it enough. But I knew that I wasn't going to keep that promise with myself. I knew someday I would cry again.

"No, not really" I lied.

I could feel the tears building up in my eyes, lump in my throat. I quickly brushed them off, hoping he wouldn't see me. The weak side of me.

"Are you alright?" He asked. I couldn't answer. Soon I began crying, and I couldn't stop.

"Hey, don't cry," he said, while he walked over to me. I covered my face with my hands, tears transmitted onto them. I felt to warm and secure arms, being wrapped around my body tightly. I just kept crying onto his shoulder.

"Shh" he whispered in my ear , and brushed my hair with his right hand.

He made me feel more secure, and more safer.