Time Is Not On Our Side - Bradley Simpson

Chapter 19: We need to talk to you...

Brad's POV:

"What did the police tell you? Tris asked me when I had just gotten into the car

- They said they got a strange call from a girl who looked like she was in the company of a dangerous man ... I blowed. Tris, I'm sure it was her.

- And what are they going to do?

- Nothing. I replied by clenching my fists

- Nothing ?! But you have proof that Ethan is a murderer!

- Yes, but they said he went to the psychologist before he got out of prison and they said he was fit to go out ...

- So what ?! That doesn't mean he's no longer dangerous! He exclaimed

- I know ... But they will not do anything ... I answered, annoyed

- And you didn't insist ?! Are you going to let her get killed without doing anything ?!

- Do you think I didn't do everything to change their minds ?! I exploded. I almost begged them on my knees but they didn't give a fuck! I destroyed my wrist by hitting a wall because nobody listened to me! I screamed as his eyes landed on the knuckles of my fist which were bloody. So don't tell me I didn't insist!

- Brad...

- Have you ever wondered how I felt?! The woman I love is in the company of a murderer! I said to him without really thinking about my words. She will probably be killed and it's because of me! I knew he was dangerous and I let her go with him ... I whispered the end of my sentence.

- Sorry ... We're all just on edge because of all this, Lily is also our friend ... But I know you must be desperate ... He said by putting his hand on my shoulder to comfort me

- We have to go see her mother ... I have to tell her family, since nobody wants to listen to me. I told him

- Okay. He said before turning on the ignition and driving towards Birmingham

Lily's POV:

I was lying in a bed, locked in a room crying silently. He had abused my body for the second time without my consent.

After we got out of this gas station, Ethan made it clear to me that he was not done with me. He caressed my thighs when I wanted to get as far away from him as possible. He was constantly insulting me, saying he was going to hurt me and I was terrified. It had been the longest 30 minutes of my life.

Then we finally arrived at the chalet. He finished what he started at this station despite my screams and tears before leaving me alone in this room.

I was like a corpse, lying in this bed, staring blankly. For the first time in my life I thought of death, I thought of Brad, my family and how devastated they would be. But after what had just happened to me, I no longer wanted anything and I even found myself thinking that death would be liberating for me. How can I live normally after all this if I make it out alive?

In the space of 24 hours I have grown from a happy girl with a good life waiting for her to a desperate girl who thinks that death is the only solution to get better one day. I know it might seem selfish to think about it because you leave a lot of unhappy people behind to be happy yourself. But even if it's selfish, I can only think of that now. My life will never be the same, I can no longer trust anyone, I will have images that will haunt my mind all my life and I will never get out of it. I'll never be happy again, so what's the point of staying alive?