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rpg_palace2004-09-03 02:53 pm
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Takes place right after Anna left Brad's room
Brad closed the door leaving Milla outside in the hall. He didn’t care whether she went back to her room or just stayed there.
“Fuck.” He said as went to his bed and flopped down on it.
“Leave Travis, how can I do that? Despite what Anna just told me to do, I could never leave Travis if Jake shows up. I’d rather him harm or even kill me before Travis,” Brad said aloud to the empty room.
He knew Milla would never allow him to do that and he cursed her for it. Travis was his love. If something happened to him, why the hell would he want to go on living? What would be the point?
Brad lay there a moment, an anger building inside him. “God damnit.” He yelled as he rolled and punched the wall as hard as he could. He felt his knuckles shatter as his fist made contact with the hard surface. “Fuck.” He yelled as he pulled his hand out of the hole he just made in the wall. It was split open and blood was flowing from it.
Milla heard the loud noise and him scream from where she was in the hall and burst in to the room. “Damnit Brad.” She said as she saw his fist covered in blood and beginning to swell. She went to get a towel from the bathroom to wrap his hand in.
Brad just lay there staring at the ceiling as Milla returned. She wrapped the towel around his hand. “I need to get you to the infirmary now Brad.” She said as she pulled him to his feet.
“Yeah, whatever.” Brad said as he gave her a cold stare.
The two headed out of the room; Milla holding his hand with the towel wrapped around it.
“Fuck.” He said as went to his bed and flopped down on it.
“Leave Travis, how can I do that? Despite what Anna just told me to do, I could never leave Travis if Jake shows up. I’d rather him harm or even kill me before Travis,” Brad said aloud to the empty room.
He knew Milla would never allow him to do that and he cursed her for it. Travis was his love. If something happened to him, why the hell would he want to go on living? What would be the point?
Brad lay there a moment, an anger building inside him. “God damnit.” He yelled as he rolled and punched the wall as hard as he could. He felt his knuckles shatter as his fist made contact with the hard surface. “Fuck.” He yelled as he pulled his hand out of the hole he just made in the wall. It was split open and blood was flowing from it.
Milla heard the loud noise and him scream from where she was in the hall and burst in to the room. “Damnit Brad.” She said as she saw his fist covered in blood and beginning to swell. She went to get a towel from the bathroom to wrap his hand in.
Brad just lay there staring at the ceiling as Milla returned. She wrapped the towel around his hand. “I need to get you to the infirmary now Brad.” She said as she pulled him to his feet.
“Yeah, whatever.” Brad said as he gave her a cold stare.
The two headed out of the room; Milla holding his hand with the towel wrapped around it.