Bradley looked around his newly decorated room. He sighed with satisfaction, and went into the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom. He popped his head, which was full of luscious brown curls into the room to check it, and then checked the kitchen.
It was a small flat, but Bradley just wanted that. Nothing extra, as he didn't want to have a longing for someone else living with him. He likes isolation.
He just shifted in yesterday, and was continuously setting up things around the house, ready to start afresh. He left Birmingham. He never wanted to, but his family made him.
And he couldn't be happier now.
Raking his hands through his messy hair, the eighteen years old boy was ready to make new friends and have a less troubled life. He has had gotten into enough troubles to last him a lifetime.
His phone suddenly buzzes. Frowning, he sees that he has been added to a group chat. His eyes widen in horror, it includes all the people that hated him.
What hurt him the most, it included his mum and dad.
Ouch.
Dad : Well that ass of a son's gone from my life! Lets party!
Mum : Wish I had aborted, I really do hate him
Jake : That freak, I swear he cuts. I saw his arms
Bradley's hands trembled, and he couldn't read more. He exited the group and ran to the bathroom.
The first liquid that touched the floor of the bathroom wasn't water, it was his blood.
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neighbour 》bws
FanfictionWhen troubled Bradley shifts into the flat next to traumatized Beatrice's.
