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Rileys POV

"You shouldn't be here." I push the door to the hinges. However, Brad peaks his foot in the door.

"What's going on?" His eyes fixated on my own. "I know you're back with Dylan-"

"Dylan, yes he will be back soon. You should go." My eyes darted to the floor.
Sweat began surfacing from my pours and hands.

"Riley, why are you back with him?" Brads voice was different. Similar to the last conversation we had -- broken.

"Because you left me." A sob slipped through my lips my eyes becoming bloodshot.

Brads hands placed themselves onto mine.

"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking, deeply sorry." Brads eyes pleaded me for forgiveness.
"But if you decide to forgive me or not; I am getting you away from Dylan."

I silently nodded my head as tears struck my eyes. I knew no matter what I said Brad would force to help me anyway.

Brad led me out of the door toward a black Range Rover which I guessed was his. Silent tears still rolled down my face.
I couldn't stop them - they kept rolling. I couldn't even figure out why I was crying. I was just over whelmed.

Brad kept giving me long meaningful glances. There was so much I needed to tell him - to ask him. But I couldn't; the words fumbled in my throat and head mockingly.

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"Riley, come on. Get out of the car." Brad made his way round to my side of the Range Rover.

"Why are you doing this? You can't force me to go in there."

My tears had stopped, but what stayed with me was the shock and horror of telling someone everything. Brad had bought me to the worst place imaginable right now - the police station.

I wouldn't know where to start - the abuse, mental and physical or how we met, or the alcohol troubles or the drugs. It was one massive blurry fuck up.

"Riles you need to listen to me, I'm not forcing you to go in. I'm advising you that if you don't go and tell them everything it could get worse. I don't know what's happened over the past two months - I dread to think but they need to know what's happened over the past two years. Or more even. Riley, you need to tell someone. You need to get the help you deserve." He took my hand into his.

I knew he was right. I'd feel better away from Dylan. The nerves began to bundle up inside of my chest. I didn't know what or how to think. I guess I was scared that somehow Dylan would find a way to overwrite the sentence again - then find me again.

I didn't want all of it to relapse.

"Brad, I'm not ready. I can't do that to Dylan."

His eyebrows lifted.

"You can't do that to Dylan? What the fuck do you mean you can't do that to Dylan?" Brad started to raise his voice.

"Please, Brad shush, we are in a car park at a police station. Don't start a shouting argument here. Don't draw attention, please. I didn't mean it that way. I just don't want it to be overwritten again."

"Trust me, it won't be. If you count this as betrayal of your trust or not I will go into the station and tell them everything with or without you. Because then I will know and I will be happy with myself because I would of given to the best chance of happiness I can. How do you not realise how much you mean to me? Riley, even since you left in London I've been worried sick - and now I know I had a right to be."

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Two months later.

"Sentence, approved."

The two words that caused me relief, pure happiness and later - love.

Knowing that I wouldn't be seeing Dylan for a long time puts me in one of the best places imaginable.

If Brad hadn't of shown up out of no where - and bought me to the station non of it would of happened. For all I know I would still be in the relationship.

Unfortunately, after the court case the amount of people asking me how I was made me feel quite sick. And the guilty and sorry looks I got pissed me off. I get it they care but do they not have any other topics?

The only people who treated me like a person were my friends. Ava, James, Con and Tristan. They still tell me to kill myself daily ( I wish they were joking ). I couldn't ask for better friends.

I suppose Brads been okay too.

"Oi, dickhead. Get out of my food cupboard." I shouted.

"But I'm starving." Brad whined.

"Shame, wait for tea."

"Okay, mother."

"Okay, daddy."

"You said it! You finally bloody said it!" Brad laughed.

"What? I'm so confused. If that is one of your weird kinks you want to try on me - fuck off." I backed away.

"No, remember when we basically first met?"

"The meet and greet?"

"No. On 'dm'."

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@Backwardcapbrad; I hate it when the younger part of the vamily calls you daddy. I'm like no. Smh. He'd be your sugar daddy.

@Thevampsbrad; I'm your daddy, sugar.
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"Oh... Why do you remember that, yet you don't remember where you put the disc to the box set of the Vampire Diaries?" I whined.

"Cause it's a turn on."

"Damon is a turn on for me." I smiled to myself.

"Hm, a fifty year old man. Yeah, the thought makes me gay." Brad smiled tightly, and sarcastically.

"You're a turn on for me." I winked.

"I know, you told me in the shower earlier." He winked back.

"You wanna go have round two sugar?" Brad continued on.

"Fuck me, daddy."