Let's Forget Everything (Michael Clifford)

Chapter 12

I woke up the next morning and was relieved I was going to end it with Bradley. I just wasn't happy with him anymore. I don't know if I was ever really happy with Bradley, not the way I have been with Michael. 

I had finally realized that the way Michael treated me was the way that I was supposed to be treated. I couldn't believe I had let Bradley get away with abusing me emotionally, and treating me like I wasn't a person with feelings. No girl should let herself be treated that way, no matter how many times the boy says he is sorry or that he cares about you.

I always had this image of what I thought Bradley was in my mind, I put him on this high pedestal. Who knows if he even truly cares about me after what Michael told me last night, and who knows if I ever truly cared about him.

I walked down the hall and met my family in the dining room. We were all talking and eating breakfast when my mom asked me about Bradley.

"So how are you guys? Did he have fun at his college visit last night?" My mom asked.

"I don't know how his trip went, he hasn't woken up yet," that was partly true, but I also havent texted him since he left.

"How's he doing? I miss him. We should have him over for dinner tonight!" My mom exclaimed. My whole family loved Bradley, so this whole break up thing is gonna be harder than I thought.

Maybe if I had told them how he's treated me, they would be feeling a lot differently.

"Yeah that sounds nice." I thought about making up a reason as to why he couldn't come over, but if I broke up with him after dinner, then he wouldn't freak out on me with my parents home.

He always scared me when he was mad.....

"How long have you been together now?" My mom asked.

I didn't know exactly how long, I couldn't even remember the day we started dating.

"About 6 months now I guess."

Wow had it really been that long? It feels like I just started dating him like a month ago. I met Michael and Bradley on the same day, but it feels like I've known Bradley for a month and Michael my whole life.

That night Bradley came over for dinner. I was so nervous, I barely ate anything.

Bradley talked to my family about his college trip and his graduation in about a week, inviting them all to come. I didn't say much, and I think everyone noticed something was off. I excused myself from the table and put my plate away, heading to my room.

Not too long after, Bradley was standing in my doorway, "Hey is something wrong?"

"I'm just not feeling that great," I answered, which wasn't a lie.

"What's bothering you?" He asked, walking into my room and shutting the door behind him.

"My stomach hurts and I have a headache," which was true.

He sat down beside me on my bed and opened his arms, motioning for me to come in them, which just made the guilt in my stomach grow.

I leaned into him and wrapped my arms around his waist, trying to figure out just how I'm going to do this.

After a couple minutes of silence I started feeling uncomfortable, I felt I had to say something but I didn't know what. Before I had the chance to overthink the silence, Bradley spoke up.

"I'm scared Jess," he said, not pulling back from the hug.

"Scared of what?" I was taken back by his words, he never talked about his feelings or anything like that with me.