Tonight (Sequel to All I Want to be is Somebody to You (A Brad Simpson Fanfic))

Chapter 14: Unexpected Visit

I struggled to remove his hand from my wrist. He looked desperate.

"Let me go!" I tried to yell. He put his unoccupied hand over my mouth.

"Shush. I need to speak to you." He let me go.

"Okay." I murmured. He sat at the table and gestured me to sit with him. I refused and stood against the wall. "What do you want?"

"Can we ever fix this?"

"Fix what?"

"What happened."

"You mean you kissing a slut? Ha, you make me laugh. Never."

"Why? I didn't kiss her! I pushed away. I tried. That bitch had her long nails in my shirt."

"How do I know you're not lying?"

"Because, I'll show you the shirt." He took out a shirt from a bag. "Here." He handed me the shirt he wore on my birthday. The shirt had nail-sized cuts on the back. There was blood in between and inside the shirt. "Look at my back." He left the back of his shirt, revealing the concealed cuts. They were the size of nails. He wasn't lying. He turned around and showed me his neck. It has scratches. Just below his chin, he had another. He lift up his hands, they hand more cuts.

"Stop Brad! You are scaring me!" I looked away.

"Are you convinced?"

"Yes!" He got up and kneeled before me.

"Tammy, I'm sorry, love. If I ever deceived you or hurt you. Please forgive me." He implored.

"I have six months to think about that."

"What?"

"In six months, I'll show you if I want to forgive you or if I want to go my own way." I looked away. "Now go, Bradley Simpson. And don't return. I don't want to see you here. Take care of Tatiana and Brandon." I walked away. The last thing I saw was his crying, miserable face. I looked back once to see he was still kneeling. He's so stubborn but he also one determined guy. No one can break his confidence but me. I broke his confidence. That's one thing I'll never forgive myself for doing.

I walked back to my cell, Morgana was still there, but with one box of beer.

"What happened?" She asked.

"M-my hu-ex! My ex was here."

"What did he want?"

"He gave me evidence on what happened."

"Are you convinced?"

"Yes. But I don't know if I am doing the right thing."

"Do you love him?"

"Yes." I said without thinking. I know I love him.

"Then, go find him. Fix your life with him. You'll have to marry him again. But it will be easy of you let love help you."

"Thanks Morgana. I wish you could leave with me."

"When I get out in eight years, I will find you."

"How old are you?"

"I'm twenty-nine."

"Wow. You're young."

"Thanks."

"Well, let's not ruin this celebration!" She opened the box and tossed me a bottle.

"A toast for Bradley and Tammy's true love!"

"Toast!" Our bottles clinked and we drank.

After we finished drinking, I sat down and began to read Number the Stars and then went for the Diary of Anne Frank. This week is the eight year year anniversary of when I first came to England. And it's also the eighth year anniversary of when I first met Bradley. My Bradley. My heart is not made for someone else. Just you, Brad. Rain or shine, good or bad, dead or alive, I will always love you. Always.

I stopped in the middle of the Diary of Anne Frank because my head began to hurt. I felt like it was migraine. So I slipped into my cot, resting my head against the wall. I felt something beside me. I looked a saw a small razor blade, like one from a pencil sharpener. I picked it up and evaluated it. It gave me one idea.

I began to make one small incision on my hand to empathize my pain. I will do this every night that I am here. Six months is approximately 180 days. So 180 incisions on my body. It also equals his many days I will be without refuge. That I won't be with my kids. My friends. My family. My love...