Unforgettable (A Bradley Simpson Fan Fiction)

Stuggle For Air

Brad's POV:

"Brad!" Alyson calls my name. She walks into the living room and I give her the gesture to be quiet since the twins are asleep. "What's wrong?" I rush over to her and comfort her as she's cries historically on my chest. "Shh, no more, babe," I wipe her tears away and I sit her down on the dining room chair. "Now tell me what's wrong," I say in a comforting voice. "Dad..." she sobs in between words. "What about him?" I ask. "He's...he's...cheating on my mom..." she breaks down again. "Shh, don't cry, Alyson," I calm her down as I wipe her tears away again. "If he is cheating on her, then fuck him. If he isn't man enough to tell your mom that he wants a divorce, then he shouldn't be respected like one," I say and she laughs. "I told him not to even bother coming home tonight..." she says. I hold her closer to me and tell her that he's stupid.

The door clicks open and Michael walks through it, tossing his bag onto the entryway floor. Alyson knows who it is but doesn't bother looking up at him. He walks over to us and squats down in front of Alyson and begs for her to talk to him. "I don't think that's a good idea right now, Mr. Porter," I try to say as respectful as possible. He ignores me and continues with his plea. I rest my hand on Alyson's thigh. "Please remove your hand off of my daughters thigh," he says in almost a scolding tone. I keep my hand there but move it upward. "I said, take your hand off of her-" "I heard what you said," I interrupt him.

He decides to take it upon himself, and he moves my hand, and then I lose it. I spring up from the chair, startling Alyson and knocking Michael backwards, hitting his head against the wall, and begin to punch him. Alyson has had so much shit thrown in her way and she's had to deal with so much pain, and this only adds onto it, so somebody needs to feel the pain that she's feeling. "Brad! Stop!" she yells but I refuse to. Michael gets up knocking me onto the brown tiled floor and punches me too. "Dad! Stop! Now!" Alyson yells at the top of her lungs and the twins begin to cry. I see her rush over to them in the living room as I throw Michael against the dining room chairs.

"What is going on in here?!" I hear Erica shout as she enters the house and sees us brawling around on the floor. We stop but keep our distance from each other as I'm against the couch and he's by the dining room table. We both try to catch out breath as we stare at each other with burning hate while the twins continue to cry as Alyson try's to calm them down. "Tell her..." I say while my panting persists. He looks at me with a look as if he's been caught. "Go on, tell her," I say. "Brad, please, don't," Alyson says. "For gods sake, somebody tell me whatever the hell it is that I need to know before I-"

"Dad's having an affair," Alyson says from the living room. Erica looks at her as if her spirit has been crushed. She looks down at Michael and he doesn't have the nerve to make eye contact with her. She kicks him in the stomach and he winces in pain as he holds his stomach and tears run down Erica's face. She storms off to her room as he manages to get up and call after her using the word baby like he even deserves to stuff call her that. She stops and turns around to him as she slaps him clear across the face. "Get your stuff out of my house," she says as she walks away.

Michael turns around and looks at Alyson and I, then says to me to leave. "No, he's staying," Alyson says before I get the chance to respond. "If anyone should be leaving, then it should be you. You've caused major damage in this family, and you have the nerve to decide to stick around and hope that everything will be alright, but it's not," she adds. Michael doesn't say anything else before he grabs his keys and walks out the door. Alyson sits down on the couch as she lays the twins who are now calm and asleep. "Come with me," she takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom. She has me lean against the sink as she digs out a first aid kit from the medicine cabinet. She takes out a few cotton balls along with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and dabs some of the alcohol on the cotton balls and presses it against my busted bottom lip. I wince from the sting, but it's tolerable.