Time Is Not On Our Side - Bradley Simpson

Chapter 23: It's your fault Brad!

The end of the ride was silent. I was pissed off at Tristan but I was trying to understand his point of view. But how did he want me to sleep? He overestimates me.

We got to the hotel and I took my time to get out of the car even though I could see that it annoyed Tristan. Unfortunately for him, I did not agree with his decision and even if I had accepted it, I was going to make him understand that I did not like it

" - Do you want to eat something ? Tris asked me when we had just arrived in the hotel room

- No, I'm not hungry.

-Are you sure ? He asked me

- Yes. I replied by lying on the bed

- Brad stop reacting like that ... Tomorrow we will get up early to go looking for her, I promise you. He told me.

- Whatever. I answered before taking a towel and leaving to lock myself in the bathroom. "

I undressed before entering the shower cubicle. The hot water flowed over my body and I closed my eyes, feeling my muscles relax in contact with the heat.

It was the first time I had really felt relaxed in a while and that feeling really did me good.

But I knew it was only short-lived because as soon as I stepped outside of this shower I would come back to reality. So I savored every second, even if the hot water made my joints suffer which were still badly damaged because of earlier.

I was trying to clear my head, I was thinking of nothing but the water running down my skin. When I heard a loud knock on the door, it brought me back to reality and I realized that the water was now cold

"- Brad! I'll end up calling the fire department if you don't answer! I heard Tris scream

-Stop yelling like that. I said, turning off the shower so he can hear me

- Thank god you're alive. I heard him say to himself. You're fucking sick! He yelled against the door. I've been hitting the door for 15 minutes screaming and you didn't answer! 

- Sorry. I said when I got out of the shower and put a towel around my waist.

- You're okay ? He asked then that I joined him in the room

- Yeah. I replied by putting on a jog. How long did I stay in?

- Over an hour ... He admitted to me and I looked at him, surprised. I didn't want to bother you because I thought it must do you good

- Thank you. I mumbled, still mad at him

- The guys are going to join us tomorrow.

- What? Why ?

- To help us. He said and I huffed in discontent. What? Aren't you happy?

- Yes, but we'll have to wait for them to arrive tomorrow and we won't be able to leave early.

- Brad, the police will take care of it anyway.

- I'm going to be honest with you, I really feel like you don't give a damn about this. I confessed to him.

- How can you think that? He said to me and I felt that we were going to argue again. I didn't hesitate for a second before accompanying you to Birmingham, and I supported you when you told me that you wanted us to go looking for her. I knew it was dangerous but I followed you because I wanted to save her. He told me. But now it is too dangerous for both of us and we should let the professionals do it