About 10 minutes, 23 swear words and 6 film choices later we finally all decided on watching ‘The Hangover’. I was sat on one sofa with Tris, under a duvet, whilst Brad and James sat on another sofa and con lounged in the arm chair in what looked like the most uncomfortable position in the world. I don’t mind James and Con. They’re different to Brad, but there’s still something about them, I think its that they’re more likely to go along with Brad and don’t share their opinion. Whereas Tris won’t follow Brad around, he does what he wants to do. Which I’m thankful for, otherwise I wouldn’t have him as a best friend.
“You sure you’re not cheating on Stacey, mate?” Brad randomly asked Tris. “I mean, you two are looking awfully close cuddled up on that sofa”
“Shut up you prick” Tris replied throwing a pillow at Brad.
“Yeah you’re right. Don’t know why anyone would wanna be with Rosie anyway” He laughed.
“Lay off her, man” Tris defended.
“Leave it, Tris I can handle him” I replied, not taking my eyes off of the TV.
“Aw she’s acting all hard now” Brad scoffed. I didn’t reply. I quickly glanced towards James and then Con who shifted uncomfortably in their seats. “What, you lost your voice now?” Brad teased. I glared at him before looking back to the TV. “You’re usually such a gobby little bitch, cat got your tongue?” he continued. “Rosie. Don’t be such a slut, answer me”. I couldn’t help myself. I laughed at his pathetic little comments.
“Okay okay lets get this straight? I can’t get any boy to be with me, but I’m a slut. Makes perfect sense, Bradley” I laughed, still not moving from my position of being cuddled into Tris. Okay, so I could see why people could think we were dating.
“Figure of speech you dumb bitch” He retorted.
“Brad…” Tris started, only for me to sit up and cut him off.
“Tris leave it. So tell me Brad, how come you randomly decided to act like such a vile little boy to me right here right now?”
“I’m always a fucking dick to you, why is now any different?”
“Because you’re not usually this much of a dick, I mean sure, you are a massive dick 150% of the time, but you’re never this randomly spiteful and there’s usually no pathetic little name calling” I replied. “Is it because you’ve got your little posy here? You want to show them that you can be a tough buy and be mean to girls?” I raised my eyebrows.
“I’m not mean to girls. I’m mean to you because you fuck me off 150% of the time” he answered, using air quotes to mock my previous phrase.
“Aw isn’t that cute. You’re actually unbelievable you know that? You think being a dick makes you cool and popular? You think it makes people scared of you? It makes you look like a fucking primary school kid, Brad. It’s fucking laughable”
“Now, now, Princess. No need for the foul language” He laughed. “I don’t need to be a dick to make friends. I need to be a dick to make you know that I don’t want you as part of my fucking family. It was bad enough that I had to see you every day at school and now I literally can’t escape you” He spitefully replied. Okay, that one hurt…a bit.
“Brad, mate. Calm down. This is all so unnecessary” Tris said, now standing from his seat.
“You know what, as great as this movie day has been, this bitch has already ruined it so can you all leave so I can have a little chat with my ‘sister’” He spoke.
“No, I’m not going anywhere til you stop being such a dick” Tris defended, getting angry with Brad.
“It’s fine, Tris. I can handle this. I’ll text you later” I spoke, pleading him with my eyes to leave as I stood up. I didn’t want him too, but I knew if he didn’t it’d make Brad even more angry. There was some swearing, some mumbling and a bit of arguing but eventually the boys left, with apologetic looks in their eyes.
I walked upstairs straight away. Trying to escape Brad. He was definitely in one of his unnecessarily angry moods. With no surprise though, my bedroom door was soon swung open before I’d even got a chance to sit on my bed, and in stormed Brad.
“What the fuck is your problem?!” I shouted. I should not have done that.
“You’re my fucking problem, okay. Me and my Dad were perfectly fucking happy without you. Me and the boys were perfectly happy without you. Then you have to come along and ruin everything. You’ve built some shitty father, daughter relationship with my Dad. You’ve got this weird as fuck relationship with my best mate and you’re a sarcastic bitch all the time. I don’t need you in my life taking my most important people away from me” He yelled, walking closer towards me. Leaving me with my back eventually hitting a wall.
“Do you think I wanted any of this? For starters, me and Tris were already best friends so you can cut that from your little story. My Mum and your Dad are the reason for all of this. I didn’t turn round to my Mum one day and ask if she’d fall in love with your Dad, did I? No. You know what, Brad? It’s nice to have a father figure in my life. My Dad’s fucking dead, so yeah your Dad kind of fills that little gap for me a bit and I don’t need your jealousy to tell me what I can and can’t do. We’re gonna be family whether we like it or not. That’s how it’s gonna be so fucking deal with it.” I replied.
Brad placed his hand on my arm, just below my shoulder and pushed it against the wall. “Don’t you dare compare my Dad to your fucking dead one. Got it?! This isn’t jealousy. This is hate. Why the fuck would I be jealous of you. You’re a nobody.” He laughed, pushing down on my arm even more. “So I suggest you back off, stay well out of mine and my Dad’s way and you better pray to god that this relationship with our parents does not work out for much longer” He spat, pushing down on my arm even more whilst digging his fingers into the skin. He harshly pushed down one more time before turning his back to walk out.
“Why, what the fuck are you gonna do about it?!” I shouted, holding back the tears from the pain in my arm.
“I’ll fucking lose it, Rosie” He screamed as he threw a picture frame containing a photo of me and my dad across the room. I ducked as it flew towards my head and smashed against the wall. My legs gave way as I fell to the floor, my knee landing on a piece of glass. I bit my lip as tears fell from my eyes. Unexpectedly, Brad walked over and I looked up at him.
“Shit, Rosie. I’m s-“ he began and I almost saw guilt flash across his eyes. Almost. “Stop crying like a fucking baby and clean up this mess” He spat before turning on his heel and walking out of my room, slamming the door. I sat on the floor, surrounded by glass, a picture of me and my Dad lying on the floor in front of me, covered in blood from my knee, and cried.
