burn || bws

chapter six || "fuck anywhere"

I woke up that morning in an unfamiliar car. I didn't know where it was going and I didn't know how I got in it. Sunlight was surrounding me but the car wasn't moving, there was no one in the drivers seat.

As I searched my surroundings some more I noticed that the car was parked in a petrol station, the lovely smell streaming in through the slightly opened window. From what I could tell the car was expensive, the seats leather and a BMW sign on the steering wheel.

I was still in my clothes from the prior night, the memories still covering my unwashed body. I bit my lip to try and stop the tears that so badly want to freely flow from my eyes and down my cheeks.

I intently study the petrol station in front of me, looking over all the chipped paint and crooked light up letters, all of the people waiting in line ready to be served and hit the road once again.

I wasn't worried about who's car I was in, I probably knew them and that's all I really needed to know before I felt safe. I wasn't the type of person that got scared easily, jump scares don't scare me, sending nudes to the wrong person didn't scare me but last night; I was terrified and paralysed with fear.

The car door opens, the beeping the car does when the keys are still in the ignition occurs and stops when the door is slammed shut. I look to my right to see that familiar head of curly brown locks.

"Hello." I say and he slightly jumps, looking at me with a bag of crisps placed between his teeth which he takes out and places on the dashboard.

"I thought you were still asleep." He tells me, handing me over a bottle of water and I give him a grateful smile in return.

"Just woke up." I tell him, opening the water and taking a mouthful. "Where are we going?"

"To the police station." The water came flying out of my mouth and he looked at me in amusement.

The only thought going through my mind was they had caught him, calling him in to be questioned. That they examined the body and Bradley's fingerprints where all over him.

"Are you being arrested?" I quietly asked.

"I didn't kill the bastard, Adore, probably just put him in a coma. I should have but I didn't want you to hate me."

"I could never hate you, Bradley."

"I could never hate you either, pretty girl." He smiles a dazed smile, his eyes twinkling and I had never thought someone was so beautiful before.

I stared into his eyes, not noticing that he was inching closer to me, being too entranced with his eyes and when he was inches away from me I accidentally pushed the seat back, causing his face to go straight into my lap. He immediately brought it back up, being placed somewhere it shouldn't be, his cheeks bright red from embarrassment.

"Bradley-"

"Don't make this even more embarrassing for me, we both know I was going to kiss you and failed." He sighs. "It probably wasn't the right time."

"Better luck next time."

"So, when I try again, you would kiss back?" He asks hopefully.

"You'll have to wait and see, pretty boy." I say, biting my lip only imagining what his lips would feel like and wondering where all these thoughts of him came from.

There was always thoughts of him in the back of my head, the romantic type of course, and now so many more have just bulldozed in. I've never become so infatuated with someone in such a short amount of time. I've always been a hopeless romantic though.

"So why are we going to the police station?" I change the subject.

"So you can tell them you were raped by Thomas and in this case I'm all about the death sentence."

I look at him in bewilderment, wondering why he was so bothered by my situation, so bothered about getting justice. Rape victims never see the time of day in the courts eyes, them asking questions like "what were you wearing?", "what were you doing?", "did you give them the impression of you wanting it?", "did you say no?". It's fucking rape if you have to force it.

"Bradley, I just want to forget all about it, I don't want to relive it." I tell him.

"Adore, you're letting him get away with this, giving him the opportunity to do this to other people."

"I think you handled it for me, even if we did go to the police we wouldn't get anywhere with it, they wouldn't believe me." I tell him. "I was on fucking pills Brad, I would get done for that." I realise.

"Why do you do that to yourself?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Do what?"

"All the drugs, all the alcohol, all the fucking self doubt and not thinking that anyone cares about you. You deserve everything in this fucking world, Adore, and if I could give it to you I would. So at least let me help you with your revenge."

"Why is this so fucking important to you?"

"Because it's you." He was half telling the truth but there was still more to it than that, his eyes were giving it away.

I had figured one thing about Bradley; he was a terrible liar.

"Bullshit, no one would care this much about getting me to go to the police, no one would put in that much effort."

"Leave it, Adore." He sternly says but I don't give up that easily.

"No, I deserve to know."

"No you don't."

I look at him in frustration, wanting him to open up to me, I want to get to know him but he's hiding himself away from me.

I raise my eyebrows but his mouth is still pursed shut, I unclick my seatbelt and go to open the car door but he locks them by barely even lifting a finger.

"I'm not staying in this car with you."

"Don't be so fucking childish." He rolls his eyes. "Just because you're pretty it doesn't mean you get everything you ask for."

"I just want to get to know you! I want to help you because you've done everything for me and I feel like I've done nothing for you."

He looks at me, the fronts of his eyebrows turned up like what happens when you're about to cry. His mouth parts open and he slumps in his chair.

"Because I was raped, Adore, every single fucking day from when I was eleven to fifteen and I still have to fucking see her everyday of my fucking life." He tells me, a single tear falling from his eye. "You don't deserve it, you don't fucking deserve the pain I go through."

That was when he completely broke down, sobs filling the car and tears dampening the seats. I did the only thing I could do in this cramped car and got onto his lap, bringing his face into my chest and holding him, allowing him to let every emotion he had gathered up for years. His arms were tightly wrapped around my waist, finally having someone there for him, someone who understands and will be there for him. Someone who will never leave him, because I'm not going anywhere, fuck anywhere, I'm staying right here with him.

We stayed there for hours, crying together about how fucked up our lives are and I wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere or with anyone else.

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