Chapter 18

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"WHERE IS HE?" Mum ignored me and was putting the groceries into the fridge. "WHERE THE HELL IS BRADLEY?" I yelled louder. Still no respond. I got the nearby magazine and picked it up and smacked it down on the counter loudly. "WHERE IS BRADLEY?" This time my mum got a shock. She turned around and observed me being so mad. She washed her hands and dry it with a hand towel. I kept looking at her with a mad look. "Your dad and I wanted to tell you, what happened to Bradley but if you would just give a bloody damn, maybe you might know why. You know what, Seline. I don't want to tell it to you. I might be your mum but you certainly don't treat me like one. Blame me for Brad's death, I bloody care less. But not acknowledging and pretend I don't exist, isn't okay. If you want to find out to Bradley. FIND. OUT. YOURSELF!" She screamed at me and for the first time I was actually scared. The way she screamed was so abnormal. I don't know why. She went out of the kitchen and drove away as she got into the car.

I stood there wondering what was going on. Bradley, where are you. Please... Then, I heard a knocking. I went to the door and saw it was Tomi. "Tomi, leave. I don't want to see you." Tomi was outside. I didn't opened the door. "Let me in, Seline. Please." Tomi begged. "No, I don't want to see you, not now, not anymore," I said with tears filling my eyes. "Goodbye, Tomi. It was great meeting you." I walked away from the door and went into my working room.

I got my paint set out and the canvas and just painted it. I let out all my frustration, anger, sadness towards my brush. Tears fell from my cheek and landed on my canvas. It was ruining the painting a little, but I really don't mind. After all, this was just a stupid project I can't wait to finish. It was no longer exciting for me. It took me three hours doing half of the painting as I had to mix and match the colour. When I was done with my painting, I left it at the corner of the table with a table lamp for the painting to dry. I left the working room and headed to my warm bath. Time to drown all my thoughts.

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