Sweet Nothings - Brad Simpson

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Brad was beaming, his smile spreading from one ear to the other. I was just in pure shock because of what just slipped out of my mouth. My hand was slapped over my lips. His arms were still wrapped tightly around me and at this point in time he was squeezing me harder than ever.

"Georgia, Guess what"

"What?" My hand was still covering my face and i could feel my cheeks burning,

"I love you too" letting my eye see through the small gab in between my fingers i looked at Brad, he was reaching up to my hands and before i knew it i had flumped down on Brads chest and we were hugging, we stayed like this for what felt like forever and i was so content, i wanted so badly to tell Brad how down ive been feeling recently but im just so proud of him and hes such a happy soul that i cant let him down like that. I honestly dont even know why im so sad, my life couldnt get any better, my friends are absolutley amazing, my parents are the best and ive got no reason at all. Ive made a little vow with myself to be happy.

I was lying in Brads arms and his face was engulfed in my hair. I cuddled up to him more and yanked the duvet from underneath our bodies and tucked us both into his bed.

'The bell rang and rang and rang, school was finally over! Stuffing my school books into my bag i slung my bag over my shoulder and made my way out school. I had a date with Brad tonight and i wanted to look sweet but sexy. I emptied my bag of my school things and got my purse from my shelf in my room. Putting my now empty bag on my back i made my may to victorias secret, some new lingerie would surely make Brad happier. I didnt have to browse before long untill i found the perfect set of knickers and a bra. It was a deep, blood red lace bralette with a pair of lace thongs in the same colour, they looked revealing but not too much. I was in love with the way i looked. After a few hours i was all dressed up, a tight blue super-dry dress on with my new purchase underneath, a pair of red high heels with straps that wound up around my legs and a bare face of makeup except bright red lips. Once again, i was SO happy. I left the house 10 minutes before i was supposed to meet Brad, he had booked a hotel for the night and a fancy meal at some restaurant, it was basic romance but i couldnt wait. I got to the hotel around 7 and i couldnt find Brad in the reception. Aside from that the hotel was gorgeous, it was like a golden mansion, god i bet this was expensive.

"Miss, may I help you?" i turned round and a pretty blonde at reception had started talking to me,

"Oh yes, hi, i have reservations underneath the surname Simpson"

"Room 214 miss, take the elevator just opposite you to the fourth floor and turn right as you step out of the elevator, your room is at the end of the corridor, have a lovely stay" I smiled at her and made my way to the room. I followed the instructions that the receptionist had given me, as i stepped out of the elevator, the floor was silent. I started making my way to the room, my high heels making muffled clips and clops on the carpet with each step i took. The floor started to become less silent and quiet moans could be heard coming from..my room?

"Bradley, oh..my..god!" There was no denying that somebody was in that room with Brad. Storming up to the door i pulled the handle down and barged the door open. Brad was on top of Zoeey, in OUR hotel room. Anger took over me and i took my purse from around my neck and threw it with all my power at Brad, it hit im right in the eye and it started to water. I ran down out of the hotel room and down the corridor back to the elevator, am i not good enough?'

I woke up with a jolt, the sheets were damp with my sweat and my pillow sodden with tears, i was still crying, the tears rolling down my cheeks like a waterfall and my sobs were getting louder.

"Babe, babe whats wrong?" Brad woke up and instantly wrapped me in a bear hug, rubbing circles on the back of my head. I didnt want to tell Brad what my dream was about, I couldnt bring myself too. But the dreams didnt get better, every night i had a different dream about a different scenario and i enjoyed inflicting pain upon myself more and more, i hadnt self harmed, i couldnt bring myself too. But i would deliberately do something, for example walk through a thorn and nettle bush, so i could cut or sting myself. I hadnt told that to Brad either.