In the background of Brads photo was Tristan, he was sitting down and on his lap was a girl. I zoomed in on the picture so i could see Tristans face, and all the evidence that i needed was there around his lips, he had red lipstick all around his mouth matching the colour of the girl who was sitting on him.
My phone buzzed. It was Brad. I ignored it. I knew i had to be there for Sophie right now. I'll deal with him later.
I knocked on Sophies door and as soon as she opened it i hugged her.
"Im sorry Sophie" i said as anger and sadness ran through my body.
"How could he Emila? I thought he was different, but no hes the same as every other boy out there" she sobbed out.
"I can't believe that Brad didn't tell me." i added.Me and Sophie walked into her living room. As we sat down on her sofa my phone rung. It was Brad. I clicked the decline button.
"Have you spoken to Tristan about it yet?" i asked as she sat there was her head in her hands.
"Not yet" she mumbled out.My phone rang again.
"Answer it Emila" Sophie said."What Brad?" i ask in such an angry tone.
"Whats wrong Emila? Why are you not messaging me back and declining my calls?" he spoke.
"Why didn't you tell me Brad?, why didn't you control him?" i blurted out.
"What are you talking about Emila?" Brad said, his voice starting to sound concerned and angry.
"Why didn't you tell me that Tristan was kissing other girls? You was there when it happened Brad. You told me that you've warned him. Sophie had to find out about this by a picture, a picture on your instagram Brad" i shouted at him.
I didn't want to hear his voice anymore. Nor the excuses that he had in his brain.
I ended the call before he could add anything to what i had just said.
Tears started to fill my eyes and i gave Sophie as cuddle as we both cried together. My phone went off multiple times and each time it did a new tear formed in my eye.
I didn't know what this ment for me and Brad. I didn't know if i could trust him. He had been my rock as i went through the hard times. Was i seeing his true colours? Did he care more about making sure his friend didn't get caught more than he cared for me?
I didn't want me and him to be over. I didnt want the bubble of me and him together to pop.
I didn't want to lose him.I looked at my phone, 7 missed calls and 5 messages. All from Brad
Brad
Im sorry. I love you.Brad
I've taken the picture down from insta, i promise that i didn't see him in the background. XBrad
I was scared. He begged me not to tell you. I was scared that if i told you that he wouldn't want to do the band anymore.Brad
But now I'm not scared about losing the band Emila. I scared that im gonna lose you. I love you more than anything else in this world.Brad
I don't want to lose you. XxI didn't know anymore if he was telling the truth or lying.
I didn't reply to his messages. I turned my phone off and looked after Sophie.
We spent the rest of the night talking about how we would get revenge on Tristan, we laughed a few times when the ideas got a little dark but we always justified it by saying he deserved it.By the time i left Sophies house it was dark outside. I didn't know what the future held for me and Brad. When i used to picutre my future he was always standing next to me. But now im not so sure.
As i got into my bed the eyes were hurting from the amount of crying i had done. I turned my phone back on and there was a text from Brad.Brad
I know i don't deserve your words right now and i don't expect you to write back.
Night Emila. Dream beautiful dreams.Every night since he had been away he always sent me a beautiful text saying goodnight. Usually at the end he would put 'dream of me'. But this time it wasn't there.
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