"Um...Con, I can't come over today." I sighed, glancing over at Ryan who was watching me "I'm sick."
"Awh no!" Con replied sympathetically "I'll come over!"
"No!" I replied quickly, not wanting my best friend to see the state of my face. The black eyes and the bruised neck "I don't want you getting sick too! Ryan will look after me, he's done a g-great job."
"Hm." Con sighed "Alright mate, get well soon, I'll see you soon enough, I'm sure."
"Mhm, of course." I grinned a little before hanging up the phone, Ryan coming over and wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Good choice." He whispered "I didn't want to cover your arse."
"...It's not happening again, is it?" I whispered, bringing my hand up to graze the swollen skin on my face "...You didn't mean to."
"Of course I didn't." Ryan hummed "I hadn't eaten and my anger just got the better of me, you know what I'm like when I'm hungry."
"Yeah." I nodded, turning in his arms to face him "I'm sorry I didn't get home in time to cook you anything."
"It's alright." He whispered "You had work."
"I love you." I whispered, hearing him whisper it back before briefly pressing my lips to his.
"Where do you wanna go today?" I asked my boyfriend.
"Who knows." He shrugged "Stay inside? Play Xbox with me?"
"You mean, stay inside and have sex with you." I rolled my eyes "And then watch you play Xbox for an hour before going back to it."
"Yep." He nodded, popping the p "You have me down to a T."
"Let's go and get it over with." I rolled my eyes, taking his hand and leading him upstairs, taking off my shirt and sweatpants as I went.
"So goddamn good." He hummed, kicking the bedroom door shut, pushing me back on to the bed so hard I hit my head on the wall.
"Ouch." I frowned, wincing as the pain radiated from my head "That hurt."
"You'll get over it." Ryan dismissed.
About four hours later, we heard a knock at the door, Ryan didn't want to get out of bed so made me throw some random clothes on off the floor and go and answer it.
"Brad!" Con beamed as I opened the door, instantly, I saw his face change instantly as he saw the bruises on my face and the lack of will to live in my eyes. "Shit." He whispered "...Are you Okay? Is Ryan doing this to you?"
"No! Not at all" I lied with a smile "I got into a fight the other day, some guy in the street, homophobe."
"Ah." Con nodded warily "As long as you're okay."
"Yeah. I'm alright." I grinned "Ill though! I told you not to come over!"
"Yeah, well, I figured I'd bring you some things." He shrugged, inviting himself into the house, closing the door behind him "When are you home again?"
"Uhhhh I leave here in about a week." He nodded "Gotta go see mumzy."
"Can't expect she'll be impressed with that black eye." Con sighed "or those hickeys on your neck."
I blushed and tried to cover them quickly with my shirt but it was no use, Con had already seen them and there was no point hiding them anymore.
"Can't be that ill if you're doing shit like that." He sighed, crossing his arms across his chest "If you didn't want to hang out with me, you just had to say."
"Con...it's not like that." I replied quickly "I do want to hang out with you...I was just so busy today and I didn't want to hurt you by telling you I had double booked you."
"Again, can't be that busy if you've had time to fuck." He glared.
"Three minutes at the most!" I rolled my eyes "Con, don't be silly, you know you're my best friend and that I'd do anything for you."
"Mhm. Sure." He sighed "Whatever...What happened to putting friends before a good dicking? Who knows." He shook his head, getting up and showing himself out.
"What did he want?" Ryan asked from the stairs as I watched my friend walk back to his car and drive off.
"To be nice." I sighed, turning to face my boyfriend "He then found out I wasn't actually sick."
"Yeah. I heard." He sighed "Three fucking minutes? Bit harsh."
"Sorry." I apologised "I was trying to make a point....I didn't think you were listening."
"I had to keep an eye on you. With your unfaithfulness."
"...I haven't cheated on you!" I tried to defend myself but I knew there was no point.
"You're such a filthy liar, Simpson, you know that?"
"Mhm." I hummed, gazing at the floor "I'm so sorry...But I promise, I would never sleep with Con, he's my best mate."
"Mhm." Ryan rolled his eyes "As if I'm gonna believe you."
"I'm so sorry for flirting with Tris!" I exclaimed "There's only so much I can apologise for!"
"Don't you dare raise your voice at me!" Ryan growled, taking a step forward, backing me into the corner "Do you understand me?!"
"I-I'm so sorry!" I cried, terrified, sinking to the floor "I'm sorry."
"You better fucking be." He whispered harshly "Get up." He demanded, kicking me on the leg "Get the fuck up."
"S-sorry." I stammered, standing up, only having time to attempt to shield my face as I felt his fist come into contact with my stomach. I felt the pain go through me, instantly I clutched it, folding over in pain, begging him to stop.
"I'm not going to stop until you stop being a liar." He hissed, pulling me up to his level by my shirt "Do you understand? You make me do this. It's all your fault. I'm trying to make you the person your mother wanted. Not the compulsive liar you are."
"I-I understand." I nodded as I was thrown against the wall "Thank you." I whispered as he dropped me, I sank to the floor and stayed there. Knowing it was the safest option.
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Knuckles // Tradley AU
Fanfiction"I loved the boy that hated my guts" - The one where Tristan has no sense of purpose and no reason to leave his bedroom. Or The one where Brad feels worthless and can't bare to leave the man that's destroying him. (This is a re-write of a story I a...
