Mine (Brad Simpson) {IN EDITING}

Chapter 30

A/N PLEASE PREPARE THE TEARS FOR THIS CHAPTER, IT'S VERY VERY SAD AND I CRIED WRITING IT. THANKYOU, BE PREPARED FOR THE WORST XX

ALLI'S POV

The next thing I knew, I woke up staring at a white roof. The brightness almost blinding me, I sat up straight, only to scream out due to an almost unbearable pain in my side.

I glance down, seeing my hospital-dress clad body and the memories flooded back into my mind; Amy, Jack, my father, being stabbed, Brad. After that, there was nothing. But those memories alone were enough to make tears stream down my face at a rapid pace.

"You need to take it easy, Miss Shaw - you've had a rough night." I turn to my right to see a kind-looking nurse placing a tray of water and sandwiches on my bedside table.

"Wh... what happened? How did I get here?" I ask hazily, still sleepy from what was probably a mountain of pain-killers given to me while I was unconscious.

"Your friends, Conor and Tristan called an ambulance. They-" The nurse starts to explain, but is cut off by the door bursting open and said friends running into the room, followed by a nervous looking Rachel and a puffy-eyed James.

"Alli!" James gasped, rushing to my side and clasping my hand in his own, "You're okay, oh my god, we were so worry."

"Where's Brad?" I deadpanned, ignoring his gasps and cries.

"W-what?" He stutters.

"Where's Brad?" I repeat in the exact same voice. Rachel, Conor, Tristan and James all share a knowing look, which worries and confuses me further, "Guys... where is Brad?"

"Okay, you have to listen to me, Alli." James says, "The whole story. You promise you'll listen to it all?"

"Yes, now tell me where my boyfriend is!" I throw my arms up, frustrated and James nods.

"Okay... after Brad and I ran off after your father and the others, we followed them all the way to this alleyway - we found the knife there, the one he stabbed you with. There was a door leading into this creepy-looking brick building and Brad told me to stay on watch while he went up there; he said if he wasn't down in forty minutes, I should come up to check on him. And.... well, forty-five minutes passed and he still hadn't come down. So I went up the stairs and there was this other door so I went through and... well, I found him." James sighs loudly, tears glossing over his eyes again as he tugs at his hair for what I presume must be the umpteenth time today due to how messy it's looking.

"Yeah? So where is he?" I say, motioning with my hands for him to continue.

"He was on the ground. It was horrible, terrifying, really. I'll never forget it, the look on his face when I walked into that building and saw him lying on the ground. He'd never looked so vulnerable, so... defeated." James stared off into the distance, as if he was remembering the vision himself.

"James what happened to him?" I ask desperately, searching his empty eyes for some kind of answer but finding none until he opens his mouth and says.

"Jack happened."

Those are the only words I need to hear for me to rip the tubes from my arms and run from the room, ignoring my name being called by all of the people - including the nurse - behind me and run to the receptionist nearby.

"Hello, hi." I pant as she looks at me quizzically, "Do you know what room Bradley Simpson is in?"

"Three-thirty-five, just over there, sweetheart." The platinum-blonde woman barely has time to finish her sentence before I sprint off in the direction she points me in - room 335.