unexpected - b.w.s

33. Bloodshot eyes

Unexpected - Chapter 33

I walked with fast steps further away from the car. I turned my head, to see the car wasn't there anymore. Raindrops were making me comepletely wet, but I didn't mind it right now.

I didn't know where I was going, or in fact, how I got home. I've never been here before.
But I knew, I was walking away from him.

And just when I thought of him, I heard my name, coming from his mouth.

"Maggie!" He was walking angry towards me. I just turned around and began walking faster, away from him. "For fuck sake, stop Maggie."

Suddenly a firm hand, grab me by my wrist, making me face him. Weare both comepletely soaked from the bad weather.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He stepped closer to me, now Holding both of my wrists. I stumbled back a bit to the side, and now my back was against a brickwall.
His eyes were dark and the vein in his neck was bulging.
Looking at his anger, bruises and scars, he kind of scared me.

But Then I remembered, I was mad at him. I shoved his chest, trying to push him of, but he just shoved me back into the wall, wich made my back slam hard against it.

"Don't you fucking dare touching me." He spat, I closed my eyes, scared that he would slap me or anything.

"Please don't hurt me." I whispered, opening my eyes, and felt like I was begging for my life.

He looked at me, with big eyes, raindrops falling down from his face.

"You're scared of me." He let go of my wrist, stepping a bit back from me.

"W-Why are you so terrified?" He asked yet again like he was scaring himself right now, but I just bowed my head.

I finally looked up, and got greeted by his eyes.

He looked at me, waiting for some kind of reaction, or answer but he didn't get any.

He angrily brought his hand up to his hair, and tugged it at the ends, annoyed. His eyes flickered all around the place, while his chest were rising up and down fast.
It was like he was having a panic attack.

"Fuck!" He roared out of nowhere, hitting himself in the head with his hands.

He looked at me for a split second, while breathing heavy.

He slided down the wall, putting his head in his head, fustrated. Now he's genuinly scaring me.

"B-Brad?" I stuttered, by his reaction, I've never seen him like this.

I bend down to him, and placed my hand on his shoulder, not really knowing what I should do.

He quickly shot his head up looking at me, in chock.
Then he looked out in nowhere, and I noticed his eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks in a red tone, his lips slightly parted.

"I fucking hate my life!" He said loudly, as he yet again intwined his fingers with his curly hair.

I couldn't see his face anymore from his arms, but I knew he was crying a bit, because he sniffled a few times.

"What's wrong with me?!" He said, and you could hear the pain in his voice. He looked up at me, with glassy eyes.

"I can't control myself anymore." He sniffled. It was weird seeing him like this. I think he was chocked too, over he was crying.
"Espesially when i'm with you." He mumbled.

"What do you mean?" I whispered, afraid I had done something to him.

"You're driving me fucking Crazy, Maggie. Just you... -I mean just like kissing you whenever I feel like it, with no fucking reason to, who the fuck does that?"

There, he said it. The kiss meant nothing. I knew it didn't. He said it himself; the kiss was for no reason. I was just another girl, he liked to hang around with. I was just one of the others, nothing special to him.

"Please... Tell me what's wrong with me? Why am I acting like this?" He whimpered desperate, still with teary eyes. He cupped my cheeks with his cold hands, forcing me to look at him. "Why?" He whispered.

His hands were shaking. I could feel he was craving for an answer right now, but I didn't have any. "Why do I keep kissing those beautiful lips of yours?" His thumb tracing over my lip, looking directly at it, with his red and teary eyes, biting his bottom one.

He opened up his mouth a little, like he was gonna say something, but decited against it.

He suddenly removed his hands from my face, and stood up, like he just realised something. He wiped his tears away, in a swift movement, and brushed of the dust on his black jeans off.

I got up aswell, not knowing what to do, I wasn't Good at comforting people. Bradley was, on the other hand.

He shaked his hair, to get most of the wetness out of it, and pushed it back with his hand.

"Um, Mags..." He took out the pack of cigarettes he had in his pocket, and took one out. "Do you mind like, not telling anyone about this?" He asked unsure, while setting fire to the end.

"I won't." I nodded, not really knowing wether or not I was still mad at him.

"Thanks." He said, and smiled a little forced smile. He still looked sad. He just tried not to be.

The rain had died down by now, and I twisted my hair at the end, to get most of the water out of it.
I looked up at Bradley, and he looked at me with concern in his eyes.

"Maggie," He sighed, changing his facial expression, a little. "Listen I... i'm sorry, I don't really know what I am saying when i'm mad."

"It's like I comepletely forget who i'm talking to." He sighed again. "I'm just really fucked up."

He kicked to a little stone on the ground, and took his phone in his hand, as he got a text. "Oh fuck!" He cursed under his breath. "I have to get home now."

"Oh." Was all I could say. Was I gonna be mad at him? It was kind of an awkward situation I would put myself in, if I was still pissed at him.

"Wanna come?" He cocked an eyebrow at me, with his phone still in his hand.

I nodded, considering the fact, that I didn't know how to get home myself. We both walked into his car, who he parked in the side of a street.

Driving further and further down the road, I was wondering why Brad even talking to me, I didn't Seem like the type he would talk to.
Him by my side blabbering on about how annoying it is, that he is going to take care of his sister when his mom should, I don't even listen.

"Why are you talking to me?" I interupted him, making Brad stop immediatly.

"I'm Sorry, I can shut up if you want." He offered, quite offended by my rude comment, which I didn't even realise was rude, after I said it.

"No like I mean, why did you talk to me in the first place?"

I looked at him, and he just kept his eyes on the road. "Oh, that..." He let out an awkward laugh. "I uh, think we'll keep that for another time, Mags. I'm not quite in the mood for talking." He answered bluntly. I knew the last thing was a lie. Two seconds ago he couldn't stop talking, and now he wouldn't say a word.

I swear to god, that boy changes his mind faster than a train passing by.

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Little did Maggie know, that Brad only did it for sex in the start. He knew she was a virgin, therefore he thought she would be an easy target. Now, he can't quite decide if that's why he keeps talking to her, or if it's something else.
Maggie wanted Brad as a friend, that was why she, kept on forgiving him, from the mistake he had made. She wanted him to help her get through the tough times.

Brad had tough times to. If he said it himself; his life was shit. Enough with his parents, the drugdealing was a big part too.