Foward and Reverse (Bradley Steven Perry FanFic)

Chapter 13

I sat in my hospital bed, eating my BLT. I was propped up on my pillow, and Bradley sat beside my bed on a red stool. I gave him half of my sandwich.

"Thanks." he says.

"No problem." I mutter, and pick the lettuce out of my half. Neither of us can get our minds off Ross.

"I'm sorry." I say to him.

"It's fine," he says. "Ross will be fine."

I nod. I haven't seen my bruises yet, and I'm really not sure if I want to.

It wasn't technically the physical pain that was hurting me. It was the mindset that Rachel was in, when she was getting all of those people to beat me up. And why they agreed. For example, if someone came up to me and asked me to beat someone, I would not say "Yeah, when?! Can we do it now?!!!?!?!" . I honestly have no idea how she asked them in order to get them in order to get them to agree. She apparently paid them, so maybe she paid them to do the job.

She scares me.

"I know what you're thinking," Bradley says, "you don't know why it happened."

"Yeah..." I respond.

"We.. We reported it to the police, on account of you and Ross. They're researching everything." he tells me. "You never really gave us an answer on whether we should tell or not, so we just did, figuring you would say yes."

"No, it's okay." I say. I look down at my arm, and it has a hospital wristband on it. It has multiple bruises, up and down, black and blue. My other arm looks the same. "Do I have a black eye?" I ask Bradley.

"Yes, but it looks like it's already getting better." He says, finishing off the crust on his half of the sandwich.

"Have you seen Ross?"

"Yeah. Rachel's ënterauge fractured his arm. He has a black eye, a broken toe, bruises all over his arms, legs, and stomach, and is totally ready for "vengeance". As he stated."

I laugh. Ross is very..

"Wait, he's awake?" I ask.

"Want to go see him?" Bradley asks.

"Of course I do." I say.

He helps me out of the bed, and we walk down the hallways to Ross's room. I open the door, and walk in to see a.. damaged Ross. He smiles.

I run over to him. I hug hum lightly. "Are you okay?" I ask.

"I have never been better." Ross replies, smiling big. I smile back.

"They got you bad?" I ask.

"Yeah, but it's like burning a cake. You can do everything right, but then something in the cake burns easily, and then the cake burns, and you did everything correctly but, in the end, accomplished nothing. It's like what happened to me. They beat me up, theoretically, correctly, but then accomplished nothing. Also, they didn't scare me, they made me want to fight back, for you. Even if it means more to this hospital bed stuff." Ross says.

I smile. Then I realized that there was really nothing worth fighting for. "Fight what back?" I ask.

"Anyone who thinks you and Bradley shouldn't be together." Ross says. I feel hands slip around my waist. I smile, and put my hands on top of Bradley's. I had a feeling in my stomach like when you go down a big hill on a roller coaster. I was blushing, smiling, and felt extremely happy. I will fight the non-shippers, basically, is what Ross is saying.

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Ayee.

So, I should be able to update You Can Only Love One tomorrow. I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever, I just feel like no one reads the chapters anymore. So.. Yeah.

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