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Chapter 20

CHARACTER DEATH IN THIS CHAPTER! IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE AND EASILY TRIGGERED BY THIS CONTENT GO TO THE END OF THE CHAPTER AND ILL GIVE A QUICK OVERVIEW ON WHAT HAPPENS.

(Dedicated to lyricalrecord )

Brad's PoV

As soon as we reached Connors house we called out for him multiple times but we got no response. With a shrug of his shoulders he bent down and kissed me hard. My lips were tender and bruising but the soreness was out weighed by the immense pleasure and lust tris was providing. He guided me through to the kitchen without breaking the connection between our bodies. He didn't stop guiding me until my back collided with the worktop. He ground his crotch against mine making me groan into his mouth. My hands trailed down his abdomen and stopped at the hem of his tshirt and pulled it over his head. He shivered as my cold hands rested on his stomach. I kissed his collarbone and kissed around his neck whilst unbuttoning his jeans making his hips Buck towards mine. I slowly moved down his body mapping out every ridge of his abs with my lips.

I suddenly jumped back when the phone started ringing. "Leave it." Tristans voice panted. But it carried on ringing. And ringing. And ringing.
With a heavy sigh I stood up letting him reach the phone.

"James? Mate calm down. What? James?" His face was drained from colour. "Try and get away. You can. Where are you?" He met eyes with me and passed the phone to me and grabbed the house phone.

"James?" I said hesitantly.

"Brad is Tristan getting help?" I heard pure pain in his voice. It was hushed and haunting.

"I think so." I said looking over at tris frantically talking to someone on the phone pacing around the room. "James what's wrong?"

"I'm just in a bit of a tricky situation is all. Honestly I'm fine just need a bit of help." He stopped and his breathing increased rapidly and ended with a short and heartless laugh. "Brad please ask tris to hurry up." And then the phone

"Tristan?" I asked quietly. He looked over at me with tear stained cheeks and red eyes. "What's going on?" My voice cracked with fear.

"Nothing huge. James is just in need of help."

"Tristan I'm not a fucking child!" My voice rose. He opened his mouth to reply but the person on the phone to him stole his attention. "You have? Ok. Thankyou so much."

He hung up and turned to me. "We need to go to mine. I don't know how long we'll be there." He pulled his t shirt on and grabbed his keys from the counter. He left texting on his phone. I was left stood in the cold kitchen with my stomach hurting and heart racing.

"Brad?"

"Oh my god Connor where were you?
I'm so scared."I fretted running over to him. He grabbed my shoulders and looked straight into my eyes. His eyes showed fear and tears. "

"Look you need to be with Tristan." He smiled half heartedly. "He needs you."

"Brad you need to hurry!" Tristans voice called from outside.

Connor patted my shoulder and I jogged out to tristans car getting in quickly. As soon as my seatbelt clicked he whizzed off with his foot straight on the gas.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on or?" I looked over at him. His eyes were dark and tears were threatening to fall. He looked over at me with a soft expression.