Can you fall in love in 8 seconds?

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Amanda's P.O.V

I walked from the hospital towards where Brady lived. It was about a 25 minute walk to his house, which was fine by me because I needed time to think about what was going to happen and what I was going to say. I felt my phone vibrate and I pulled it out of my pocket. It was Shayla. "Hey.. Clayton just left me.. But before he left he told me Drew is cheating on you.. I'm sorry. Call me after you talk to Brady." I felt my eyes well up with tears as I sat in the grass by the side walk. I kept reading the message over and over. Why wasn't I good enough for him? Why did he need someone while he was with me? Was I not enough? I sat there, staring at the road, emotionless. I dialed Brady's number but when I heard his voice I couldn't say anything. "Hello? Amanda? Are you okay? Where are you?" I had tears down my face and sniffed softly, trying to figure out what street I was on. "Uhm... 5th avenue, near the gas station." I whispered and he hung up. God I didn't want to see him for the first time in almost a month looking like this, mascara down my face, the wind blew my hair around. I felt bad for making him come get me. I saw his blue jeep drive up. He got out, seeing me on the ground. "Hey.. What happened?" He cooed, pulling me into his arms. I tried to hide my face in his neck but he made me look at him. I sighed softly. "I wasn't good enough.. He had someone else the whole time.." I whimpered. I heard him growl softly, clenching his jaw. I felt the muscles tense in his arms. God, did I miss this protective son of bitch. He picked me up, sitting me in the passenger side of his jeep. I pulled the seat belt around me and stared out the window. As Brady drove he kept glancing over at me. Sometimes he'd reach over and squeeze my thigh, trying to make me giggle. God dammit. Why did he have to be so adorable? I pushed his hand away and smiled softly, trying to hold back a giggle. "Okay.! Okay.! I smiled!" He grinned and took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers. I reached over and turned on the radio to find one of Late Nite Readings songs on, it was my favorite, "Just How I Do It." I grinned and blasted it, singing along softly. Brady held my hand, rubbing it with his thumb gently. He kept glancing over at me as I sang. I looked at him once it was over. "Why did you keep looking at me?" I questioned with an arched brow. "You've never sang in front of me before, you're really good." I looked away and laughed. "Yeah right, if you consider dying cat noises to be really good." He grunted and squeezed my hand gently. "Bullshit." I let it go and watched out the window as he drove to his apartment.

*later that night, still at Brady's.*

Brady's P.O.V.

Amanda sat between my legs as I played Legend Of Zelda, my arms around her waist. She leaned against me, resting her head on my chest. Jesus. I missed her so much. I shut my lap top and turned her to face me. "So. Are we okay?" I asked her, not letting her brown eyes leave mine. I could see her cheeks getting a little red. "Okay as in together?" She fired back. I looked away shyly and chewed my lip softly. The thing is, I wanted to be with her again. I wanted it to be like it was when we first got together. "If you wanna be together.." I answered softly. Suddenly I felt her lips crash into mine barely letting me finish my answer. I smiled against the familiar feeling of her lips, kissing her back deeply. She pulled away, "I love you Brady, I'm in love with you, and everything about you." God, she was perfect. "I love you too baby." I smiled and kissed her again lightly. She laid her head on my chest as I picked her up and carried her to my room. We laid in my bed, curled up under the blankets. The rain was pelting against the window on the wall above my bed. The lights were out and we just laid there, breathing. Our hearts beating. That was the thing about Amanda and I, things like this weren't awkward. They were enjoyed. Until I realized I was wearing a tshirt.

I jumped up, looking for a long sleeve shirt or a jacket. Something to cover my arms. "Babe? What are you doing? I was almost asleep." Amanda whined lightly from my bed. "Uh nothing, I got a little cold." Oh my god. You're such an idiot, Brady. Cold? While you're in bed under blankets? Greaaat. She sat up and looked at me curiously. I found my hoodie and pulled it on, pulling the sleeves down over my hands. Amanda folded her arms over her chest and stood up. "Brady Szuhaj. Pull your sleeves up right now." I could hear the worry and fear in her voice. "Babe, I'm just cold okay? Lets go to sleep." I went to lay down when she pushed me away. "Show me your wrists first." This time it was worry, fear, and growing anger that could be heard in her tone. I frowned and pulled up my sleeves, looking away from the self-inflicted wounds. I heard Amanda gasp as she grabbed my arms. "BRADY!" She clearly was upset. I nodded and looked at her. "Baby.. Calm down.." I knew she knew about how I had self harm issues in the past so I knew that she was really worried about me. I just felt so worthless. I felt that I deserved this pain that I was inflicting on my self.

Amanda's P.O.V.

I just sat there, staring at the guy i was in love with. His wrists and lower arms covered in self inflicted slashes. I felt my eyes tear up, from sadness but also from anger. Why was he doing this? Did I make him feel this way? I didn't say anything. I simply got up and went to get two wraps for his arms. He followed me downstairs to the closet. "Sit on the counter and I'll be there in a minute." I was using my serious, annoyed tone to let him know I wasn't playing. He walked to the kitchen and sat on the counter. I ran upstairs searched his room for all of the razors. 4. I went to the bathroom only to find 3 more. After I got rid of the metal tormentors I went back downstairs and wrapped his arms carefully. "Amanda, you don't need to do this, I'm alright." He was talking softly, his voice cracking and shaking. I walked away and sat on the couch. To my surprise he didn't follow. He walked upstairs and I heard the bathroom door shut and the lock click. The wheels in my head started turning in my head and I realized why he hasn't followed me. I ran up the stairs and pounded on the door and yelled for him. "BRADY YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE." "Amanda I think you should go home, I'm taking a shower." I whimpered softly and sat against the door as I heard the water turn on. I remember that I had a bobby pin in my hair. I took it out and picked the lock. I was panicking. I pushed the door open to find my boyfriend sitting in the bathroom floor, sobbing into his hands. I frowned softly and sat behind him, curling my arms around his torso. "Baby.. Calm down.. It's okay." I cooed softly to him. I felt him lean against me a bit, I just held onto him and kissed his shoulder blades lightly. "Brady, no matter what you do, what happens, I will love you until I breathe my last breath. You're so perfect to me and even when you harm yourself like this I still fucking love you and nothing will ever change that. But baby I need you to promise me that you won't hurt yourself anymore. Honestly you're hurting the most important person in the world and that's you. It kills me to see you like this. Please love, you're so perfect.. Stop doing this to your perfect body." I was tearing up as I spoke, my voice cracking lightly. I just wanted him to be okay. Please just be okay Brady.

A/N~ poor Brady <3 next chapter will be a Clayton and Shayla chapter. Hmmm. Happy or Sad?, you'll find out soon enough.