"Bradley!" Ryan called from downstairs as I heard the front door shut. Immediately I scrambled to meet him in the porch after pulling one of his t-shirts on over my naked torso.
"Y-Yeah?" I hummed breathlessly "What's up babe?"
"Nothing." He smiled, pulling me into a hug and burying his face into my neck, I felt myself melt into his touch, loving the way it felt, savouring it for the moments that weren't this sweet. "Just wanted to make sure you were still here." He smiled "Who did you have over today?"
"Nobody." I smiled to him
"Liar." He accused "I can smell him on you, who."
"U-uh nobody." I repeated the truth "I'm wearing one of your shirts, maybe it's yourself you can smell?"
"Hmmmmm." He hummed, narrowing his eyes, pulling me back into him, his face back on my neck, now I understood that the comforting gesture had sinister intentions. "Alright, I'll let you off. Can I see your phone?"
"Uhhhh...What for?" I asked hesitantly, protectively covering the pocket with my phone in. Hoping he wouldn't check it because I hadn't deleted the messages from earlier.
"Trust." He whispered, kissing my neck as his hand slid over my crotch, making my hand move meaning he could quickly grab the phone out of my pocket.
"That was mean." I whispered, slightly panicked as he opened the messages app.
"What's this? You lied!" He frowned "You did go out today! You dirty little fucking slut!" He growled, pushing me against the wall "Who did you sleep with?!"
"N-nobody." I winced "I just went for coffee with C-Con."
"And James." Ryan replied through gritted teeth "Who else was there?!"
"Nobody." I lied quietly, knowing that even lying was safer than admitting Tristan was there.
"Oh so Tristan doesn't exist anymore, does he?" Ryan whispered sinisterly, pulling away from me, showing the napkin with the number on it to me briefly, I hasn't even felt him take it out of my back pocket, before dramatically storming into the kitchen "What is it with him?! Am I just not fucking good enough for you?! Is that it Simpson?!" He shouted, myself deciding to follow him into the room, immediately regretting it as I watched him pull out a knife from the block "Would you like it if I just fucking killed myself?! Is that what you fucking want?!" He threatened, holding the knife dangerously close to his own neck.
"No." I shook my head "Of course not, Ryan, I love you, put the knife down and we can talk about this!"
"Why should I?!" He shouted "This is all your fault!" He screamed, the knife now pointed at me.
"Hey, no it's not!" I defended myself, hurriedly backing away but being followed "It's not my fault you can't trust me."
"This is not the way to fucking talk to someone with a knife now, is it Bradley?" He snarled, the sharp object poised and ready.
"Please put it down." I pleaded, my eyes tearing up "I'll do anything."
"No! You deserve this!" He yelled as I jumped onto the couch in an effort to get away.
"Ryan please! No!" I begged, praying the neighbours would begin to hear this "Please just put the knife down! Please don't stab me!"
"Oh please don't stab me, boo hoo." He mocked "How about 'don't fucking cheat on me'?! What about that shit?! What about I'll always love you?!"
"I still do!" I answered, jumping onto the other couch, Ryan turning quickly, keeping the knife pointed at me "Please! You can do anything, but don't kill me!" I begged, being backed into the corner "Please! Please!" I cowered, lowering myself to the floor and putting my hands out in front of myself in a bid to try and stop the knife.
"Bollocks do you!" He yelled "You're worthless and fucking deserve to die! You hear me! Dirty little cheating slut!"
"I didn't cheat." I sobbed, closing my eyes, pretending this wasn't happening, tears flowing down my cheeks "I promise you! If you let me live I'll never leave the house again! You can do anything to me! But please, don't stab me."
"Cunt." He growled and with that, I felt the knife plunged into my unprotected side, I let out a scream and felt the sharpest pain imaginable as the metal instrument impaled what was most likely an important part of my body, being left inside.
"Ryan." I cried, looking up at him immensely worried "I-I need an ambulance!"
"Fuck!" He panicked, his face changing "I didn't mean to! Shit, fuck, shit!"
"I-it's Okay." I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the pain "Just call an ambulance."
"Only if you don't tell them it was me!" He argued "You know I'd never hurt you!"
"Yes! Okay." I panicked, starting to feel dizzy "I-I'll tell them it was a suicide attempt, Please." I begged, looking up at him, terrified.
I barely remember the next few minutes as I began drifting out of consciousness and into a state much more comfortable. Everything had a golden haze around it at the world didn't seem so bad anymore, the pain subsided and I pulled my hands away from the wound where they were originally applying pressure to try and stop the bleeding, but at this point, I didn't care anymore, it'll all be okay once I just let go.
When I came to, a woman dressed in green was asking me if I could hear her, to which I replied in a quiet groan, the pain beginning to come back.
"Okay Bradley." She hummed softly "What happened? Do you remember?"
"Uh...s-suicide." I lied quietly, not having the strength to prop my head up, so instead kept it to the side where it had rested on the wall.
"Okay love." She hummed sympathetically "We're going to put you on a stretcher and get you to the hospital okay?"
"Mhm." I hummed "...Ryan?"
"What?" She asked quietly, holding my hand.
"...Is he coming with me?" I hummed, looking up at my boyfriend with pleading eyes, I didn't want to do it alone, and even though he caused all of this, I couldn't. Even though he caused all of this, I loved him, to unimaginable lengths.
What if you're making up all this pain?
"If you want him to." She nodded, her colleague coming in with the stretcher, myself falling out of my more conscious state again.
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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...
