3rd June
Two months.
Two months that the young Nathalie Simpson died suddenly.
Two months since Bradley's life collapsed, much more than it already was.The young man had returned to his best friend, his demon, Sam. Self-harm. Then he fell into the vicious circle of alcohol. Every day, he had in his hand a razor blade and a glass of whiskey.
Currently, he was sitting on a Black Coffee stool, staring into space. He came here daily to try to erase the sweet face of his deceased sister. He was successful, but she returned as soon as he was sober. He finishes swallowing the few drops of his glass before raising his arm.
- Iris, another pleaseeeeee! he said in a pasty voice.
The young French girl sighed, looking at the brunette. Her curls were too long, oily and not styled. His face with drawn features, purplish circles, empty eyes, expressionless, he was only a shadow.
She stepped forward to meet him, cursing herself for being a waitress here and took his drink.
- Bradley, you drank too much. You have to stop now.
- Just one last one and I'm leaving.
- You told me that to the last two that I served you. I can't let you go home to your mother in this state.
- She doesn't want to hear about me anymore, anyway.
- Wait for me there.Anne-Marie was just as sorry for her grief. She had blamed her son and their reports were extremely tense. One fell into alcohol and the other into depression. Iris often had to mediate between the two injured souls.
Besides, she went to the staff room after asking her boss to go out earlier - something he had accepted - to take her cell phone. She dialed her boyfriend's number and waited for him to answer. He picked up on the third ring.
- Hey you!
- Hey, said the tired young woman.
- How are you my love ?
- A little tired, but how are you?
- I can't take any more revisions, my brain is stewed.
- Tell me about it, I have not yet reviewed for tomorrow's control, she sighed.
- You're nearly done ?
- I'm finished, can you come and get me?
- Of course darling.
- And he is here, again.
- Bradley's here, he said bluntly. As usual. Get ready, I'll be there in ten minutes.
- Thank you.She hung up before sitting on the bench, completely exhausted. She hadn't discussed it with Bradley, but her condition was getting worse. Cancer gnawed at her like a dog attacks her chewing bone. Violently, relentlessly. She had to change treatment, more aggressive, more exhausting, more expensive. She was struggling to make ends meet. She had tried to find health insurance, but no one wanted her knowing that she was cancerous. Besides, she had to constantly lie to James, not wanting to tell him. The fact that she did not lose her hair was a real chance for her.
She was not yet twenty years old when she felt as tired and worn out as an eighty year old woman.
Because in addition to taking care of her work and her treatment, she took care of the curly. She was watching him, trying to help him. He was totally alone. Her sister was no longer there. His mother no longer spoke to him. His relationship with Tristan was extremely hard face to the situation. The tall blond couldn't manage his boyfriend and they argued every time they saw each other. Even his dog Jesse had left this world due to heart problems. He was alone. Life was a beautiful bitch.
She swapped her uniform for her personal clothes and went into the room to sit beside Bradley. He was half asleep on the wooded surface. She looked at him, not knowing what to do. She could no longer make him smile or speak. He had become a real stranger to her.
James appeared ten minutes later and smiled a little at his blonde. He kissed her forehead before they helped Bradley into the car to take them back to the young woman's apartment.
The clear-eyed boy carried the little curly man down the stairs, who fell asleep in the car. Before taking him to the guest room. With the help of the apartment owner, he removed his shoes and coat.
The couple settled into the sofa, sighing heavily.
- I would like to send Bradley to rehab, she said blankly.
- What?
- He needs help, it can't go on. I can't take it anymore like that.
- Iris, a cure is super expensive.
- I know, but you really have to help him. If I make some sacrifices, I can pay a part.
- Stop bothering you, I'll take care of that, he smiled, kissing his cold lips.
- But how ? And how do you convince him to go?
- Let me do it, I know how to do it.***
An hour later, the doorbell rang. Iris went to open it and was greatly surprised to see Tristan. He hadn't been here for a while.
- Hello.
- Hello. Come.They went to the living room where James hugged his friend. Then invited him to sit down.
- So what do you want to talk to me about? he asked.
- We need you.
- For ?
- It's about Bradley.
- What has he done yet?
- It can't go on like this anymore. We need to help him because he is slowly killing himself.
- That's what I'm trying to do, I'll tell you.
- We must already solve the alcohol problem. We want to send him for a cure, but we need you.
- For ?
- We have to convince him to go and you help me pay the costs.
- And why would I do that?
- Because he's your boyfriend and because you owe me almost three thousand dollars, I point out to you, you smashed my car and you never reimbursed me for the repairs.The tall blonde pondered for long minutes. And when he opened his mouth, he surprised his best friend, as well as himself.
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Rest Your Love On Me {Tradley Story}
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