Tank's Pov))

I stared at Bradley, I didn't know if this guy was actually kidding or not. Was I even high right now? Or did I instantly sober up when hearing him say that. "Bradley what the fuck are you talking about?" I asked in a serious voice.

Brad just chuckled as he caught his breath and continued "I killed her. I stole a pistol from one of the bodyguards back home and hid it from them. You know I was originally going to kill myself actually? I was gonna shoot myself in the head. I wanted to die so badly but then I thought, why should I kill myself when I can kill the problem at hand?" He said as he begun to laugh again.

Words couldn't describe how concerned I was as I sat up " Brad?" I called out his name gently as his laughing sounded more like... crying? Both? I couldn't tell if he was laughing or crying. "Tank when I tell you that the bitch was I psychopath you don't even know the half of it, she had photos of my scars from when I used to cut myself and threatened to show my dad every time I wouldn't go out of my way to buy her a coffee. She one time broke into my room through the window , I don't even know how because she's pregnant! And she assaulted me in the middle of me sleeping" he laughed. I could tell his laugh was fake and it started to break my heart but I continued to listen silently "she had sent me 4,726 texts in the span of a months, 300 voice messages, 37 emails and 26 instagram messages, she was obsessed. To the point where she one time started listing off different names and combined ours to make a name for our child! Oh and don't get me started on the time when I was feeling ill and she threatened me to either take her out on a date or she'll send the photos to my father to kill Max. Oh and I tried to delete those photos and videos multiple times on her phone! But she had them saved to multiple devices and had literal VHS tapes ready to send a whole slide show to my father! Also she hated it absolutely LOATHED! Whenever I talked to you. She went on to say you were a bad influence. Trying to make me fat and stupid, when in reality you were helping me with my eating disorder and trying to talk to me to get me out of this stupid marriage" he laughed and covered his eyes. I watched as tears streamed down his face.

"And get this! My dad forced my mom to miscarry her first child because she was a girl! And then he killed my mother because he was trapped in a shitty marriage of convenience! How fucking ironic is that! I'm turning out to be just like the man I absolutely despise. I'm turning out to be something I hate!" He laughed as I watched him spiral into a deep hole of immortality and chaos in his own mental. "Brad no you're not.." I said softly " STOP FUCKING CALLING ME BRAD!" He shouted as he sat up quickly " IT'S BRAD-LEY! WHY IS THAT MY FATHER AND GRANDFATHER! THE TWO SHITTIEST MEN ON EARTH EARNED ENOUGH RESPECT TO HAVE PEOPLE SAY THEIR FULL NAMES BUT I DON'T?! DO I NOT DESERVE RESPECT?! WHAT THE FUCK!!" He shouted at me as I took his hands "hey Bradley sweetie... listen to me. We use 'Brad' as a loving and shortened nickname. Like how my name is actually Theodore but people call me Tank for short sweet heart. No one thinks you aren't worthy of respect.. it's just a way for us to call you with an endearing and special way" I clarified. He sat quiet as tears fell.

"I just don't feel the same way. I don't see it the way you do because people only call me Brad in the most degrading way." He sobbed as I hugged him gently. I pulled him in and rubbed his back as he sobbed "Tank I was doing so fucking good... I was finally becoming a better person and then I killed her because I'm so selfish" he sobbed. I already knew he was referring to the X-games. I also knew how much that day weighed on his mental. And I also knew how much Bradley secretly hated himself. He pretends like he's fine but every time he sees his own reflection he checks to see if he looks orderly and whenever he does he always manages to find a slightly imperfection in his appearance in which he's never satisfied with. That's just the a small piece of his self loathing. It goes much deeper than that.

As he sobbed in my arms he spoke once more saying " I always thought I was like my mother, trapped in a house that resembled a cage. A victim to abuse with no where to go but now that I'm realizing it I was never like my mother. I always was like my father. I'm so ashamed in myself" he sobbed as I comforted him "that's what you think but you've been trying so hard to break the cycle sweetheart. Just because you share similarities doesn't mean you're the same person. You're much more different than that man, you've got an amazing heart, you have humility, you're caring and you're dedicated to changing. Your father chooses to stay cruel. You on the other hand want to become better. Now even though I don't agree to murder, I understand why you did it. She was purposefully trying to ruin your life and you couldn't handle it so you broke. But see now, you have to be extra careful Bradley. I don't wanna see you go to jail at all. You're gonna break my heart man" I said as if he didn't already break my heart from his break down. I've never seen him like this besides the day when we were in the hospital when Max almost died.

"So you won't say anything? do you promise?" Bradley asked me. He was shaking, I could tell that the murder was starting to set in on his conscience. But I nodded "I promise I won't man." I swore. Bradley and I were cool again and I'm one loyal motherfucker. I'm not gonna put him for shit but I'll defend him with my life. With how the situation was going in his life one can assume that there were only two options. Either Bradley died or Claire died. I'm just happy it wasn't Bradley...

" so what happens now? What are you gonna do with all the wedding stuff?" I asked curiously. I knew that her parents and his dad were going to grow suspicious of the whole thing and assume a bunch of hypotheticals and probably land on Bradley murdering her. But to think that out of every single option I had thought of, that the one option Bradley was going to pick was one I would never have thought of at all.

I honestly didn't believe it when he told me. He sat there quietly thinking to himself before he knew what he had wanted to do....

"I think... I think I'm going to tell my dad..."

That left me in utter disbelief.