Three Days Grace x Reader (lemons)

Chapter Three - Brad Walst x Girl Reader (I Could Be Your Painkiller)

Guys. Guys. Guys. I finally came up with an idea for Brad's chapter... So here it is!!

A little A/N: I want to try to teach myself not to ramble as much in this story... But I honestly can't help it! When I really get into my writing I just pour a bunch of shit out without really looking back on it. So I'll try my best to make it all not so boring but I can't make any promises 😂

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"Y/N! Don't leave! I can explain! Y/N!" 

I stomped out of the living room and grabbed my keys from the hook near the backdoor. Tears streamed down my face unchecked. I sobbed uncontrollably. 

"You're fucking cunts..." I spat, whirling around to face my boyfriend — well, my ex boyfriend — and the girl I had just caught him fucking. "You and your side bitch!" The girl looked at my ex in shock and betrayal.

"I never knew..." she murmured. She then turned to face me, hugging a blanket from the couch around her body. "The dick never told me you two..." I stared daggers at my boyfriend, who was standing in his underwear. His mouth was open, but he didn't say anything. He just looked at me helplessly.

"Y/N... Please..." my ex begged, his voice cracking. He moved closer to me, eyes locked on mine.

 I remembered all of our good times together. His eyes were still as intoxicating as ever, and for a split second there, I almost let him caress my cheek. I snapped back to reality before he could, though. I balled up my fist and hit that piece of trash square in the jaw with a satisfying crack. I've always been known to pack a mean left hook. My ex listed backwards while the other woman watched in horror. I turned back around to face them as I left out the back door.

"Both of you can burn in Hell." I shouted. I ran out the door and slipped inside my car. Heavy raindrops pelted the windshield. It probably wasn't safe to drive in weather like this and the condition I was in, but what did I fucking care? I jammed my keys into the ignition and angrily tore out of the driveway. 

I hadn't driven that far down the road when I decided I needed to pull over. I cried to myself for a minute, feeling all sorts of fucked up emotions. Anger, hurt, sadness, and betrayal. Why did he do this to me? Especially after three years? Once I had calmed down a little, I pulled out my phone and dialed my best friend's number. The phone began to ring and he immediately picked up. Thank fucking God. 

"Y/N? Why are you calling so late? Is something wrong?" Brad asked. I felt so much better when I heard his voice.

"Brad, I need you," I sobbed. "He cheated on me. I don't know what to do!"

"Oh my God. Y/N, I-I'm so sorry..." he gasped. 

"He's such an asshole!" I wailed. 

"Aw, I know, I know," Brad soothed me. "But it's all gonna be okay. Where are you right now?"

I took a shuddering breath. "Not at home, that's for sure." Brad sighed.

"Well that's good. Would you like to come over? You can sleep over and face everything tomorrow once you've had a good night's sleep."

I felt more tears welling up in my eyes. "Seriously?"

"Seriously," Brad said. I leaned my head back against the headrest and smiled.

"I'll be there soon," I sniffed.

"Good. I'll see you then. Be safe," Brad said before hanging up. I noticed my phone immediately started to blow up with desperate texts from my ex. I threw my phone in the back of the car and began to drive in the direction of Brad's house.