Trapped // A Tradley Fanfic (ON HOLD)

HOURS

We had the greatest day.  7th April 2018, the last day I was TOTALLY free. We went to the lunapark, travelled London with a one-day trip. He didn't hold my hand like we were dating, he did it all the time but that day. I didnt know why but he didn't look like he was happy at all.

4.13 PM. "Brad, what about Anastasia?" "You're dating her because Joe is forcing you to, remember?"

4.13 PM. The only minute he smiled.

5.03 PM. "We need to go home and get you ready to your flight, Brad." "Have some fun mate, why are you so stressful today?"

His ocean blue eyes lost on everything around but me. He looked like he knew what was about to happen.

6.53 PM. Met some fans, took some photos. One question and everyone's quiet.

"Are you two dating?"

One damn minute of silence. "In the memory of Tris," I thought. All I had to say was no but it wasn't easy to say. Not next to Tris. I knew he wanted to saay yes but if Joe noticed that Tris also knew he would get fired. Plus we weren't dating.

I did my sad face to Tris and replied with a "No, we're not dating," looking at the girl who asked the question. All her happiness went away but she covered it with a fake smile and asked for a hug. She hugged me so tight I could've died there. Before leaving her, I got up on my fingertip because she was taller than me or I was too short. I could finally reach her ear so I just whispered, the only thing I could do without Joe hearing.

"But he likes me," I said. She smiled, gave me the wink that meant "it's our little secret" and went away. So we went away too.

But...

8.43 PM. That single moment.

"Calm down Brad! I'll  take you out as soon as possible!" whispered Tris, pushing me to the roof. He was so strong, I could hardly avoid him.

"Can't I go out from the back door?" I said, but he didn't seem to let me go. "She'll notice," he said. The door was about to break, Anastasia was knocking the door so hard. "We would never be able to meet. NEVER." and with the power this sentence gave him he pushed me in the room, I couldn't open my eyes because of the pain the fall gave my back. I heard the door closing and being locked, then opening again and felt something heavy destrying my stomach, the sharp part of it cutting my tummy so deep. I knew what this was. It was my luggage, with the knife I always carry in case something happens, cutting me.

"I'm sorry..." I heard Tris, then the front door opening. These words were the last words I heard.

What happened after?

I don't know neither, I probably passed out.

jesus fucking christ i got scared idk how you are feeling right now -god

HELLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO so hope you liked it, well... Brad is TRAPPED from now on ;)