I watched Bradley leave with Tank silently. I felt awful and not in the physical sense since I had just been poisoned but I got a practical taste of what Bradley had to grow up with. Not saying he was poisoned everyday obviously but to be put in such a harmful situation like that from your own father is absolutely insane to me. To know that the man who kidnapped me had shot his own son and stomped on his head was something I just couldn't fathom but it had happened undeniably. In all honesty I didn't know what to make of the current situation or what was to happen.

By now Bradley's father should've found out about Bradley rescuing me and he would've gone absolutely insane attempting to find Bradley. But since he isn't at the moment I can assume he's locked up in jail considering Bradley did call the police on him and explained the situation. Hopefully he was in jail right now. That crazy bastard can not keep getting away with this time and time again.

I laid in my bed eating the burger uncle Pete had brought for us. It was tradition for whoever went to the hospital for some stupid injury accident to a genuine surgery needed like when Bobby got his Appendix removed. To now. Except I'm the only one who dealt his genuine poisoning and an attempted murder victim. Bobby sat on my bed next to me slurping his milk shake as he asked "man this shits wiiiiild. Can't believe you really ate cyanide man. What did it taste like?" He asked. "Um.... Well it was in wine. It was the best wine I ever tasted but I quickly turned bitter and it started to burn the hell out of my throat" I described as Bobby looked astonished "wooooah.... Dude you're gonna go down in the history books as a legend" he laughed as I chuckled. Bobby's stupidity always made my day. PJ added in " for real man that's absolutely crazy. How did you even get poisoned?" He asked. "Bradley's dad kidnapped me and he offered me dinner and wine. I tried Wagyu for the first time but I wasn't a fan of the Caviar he gave me" I shrugged as PJ's dad interrupted. Uncle Pete pushed passed everyone and asked " Wagyu? How did it taste? Was it as good as they say?!" He asked. Uncle Pete loved to cook in his free time so this made sense. I chuckled softly and nodded "it's amazing. I asked for sauce on the side before eating and Bradley's dad said I didn't need any and that it'll ruin the flavoring of the steak and he was right Wagyu was so good" I chuckled and noticed how Uncle Pete looked so invested. He's been dreaming of saving up enough money to get Wagyu and I don't blame him.

But now I feel like I should maybe higher my standards when it comes to taking Bradley out on dates. But how am I going to get the money to take him to some sort of fancy restaurant that isn't some random fast food place... I took him to a classy restaurant once and he didn't seem to enjoy the date a lot though. He seemed to have much more fun at the arcade and haunted houses, even the museum. I don't even like museums but the way Bradley talked so passionately about each and every painting and it's historical back ground made the date much more memorable.

The vibe in the room was much more vibrant. Everyone was talking to one another and it felt less like a stressful and traumatic situation despite the amount of nausea I had gotten out of no where. I groaned as Bobby looked over and realized " oh shit... MAX IS GONNA BLOW!" He shouted standing up and grabbing a trash can for me just in time to lean over and barf up the burger I had just eaten. As well as that Wagyu beef... man fuck you Bradley Uppercrust jr. piece of shit, I wanted that steak to stay down!

After I threw up I fell over to my side and felt so dehydrated. My dad sat me up gently and gave me a water bottle and a napkin to clean my face. I leaned against my dad and took a sip of my water which felt like heaven. But what saddened me is just the thought of me dying. What would my dad do? How would he react to the situation if I had actually passed? For all I knew I don't think I can live without my father. He means the world despite how clingy he can get. But my dad is my whole life line. So it also makes me sad to know that Bradley can't share that same experience. I just hope that as we grow closer so does he and my father. It truly warmed my heart to see my dad comforting Bradley earlier and sitting next to him so Bradley wouldn't spiral.

My father was always someone I sort of look up to. He's goofy and a little dumb but when it comes down to it, his heart is absolutely beyond anything I could've ever imagined. He will always be there for you and he isn't one for any serious confrontation. So when he wrapped his arm around me allowing me to use him as support I felt like a kid again. When my mom died and my dad kept a strong front. He just held me closely and waited for all my tears to run out. Hee death made us closer than ever and now I can say I am beyond regretful when I remember how I treated dad my freshman year of college. He never deserved that whatsoever.

When Bradley came back with Tank he seemed to have calmed down. I offered a small smile as he walked over and quietly sat beside me.

The rest of the visit was well until visiting hours were up. Bradley had stayed while everyone left. Visiting hours only allowed one person at a time to stay and because of that, dad volunteered to leave. If Bradley were to go home he would die but dad had a home and a fiancé to go back too. I didn't mind the fact Bradley stayed. In fact this gave us an excuse to talk.

I scooted over a little bit and made some space for Bradley to lay down next to me. He hesitated and asked " are you sure? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable" he said as I cocked a brow "Babe, how many times have we cuddled already?" I snickered as Bradley sighed "that's not what I meant. I meant by accidentally pulling out the IV or something." As I perked up realizing what he meant " oh yeah. Um.... You should be all good" I smiled as he nodded and slowly laid next to me. He was so careful it was adorable. I smiled softly as I watched him and chuckled.

I wrapped my arms around him and he leaned closer as he kissed my forehead. I blushed a little.... But all of a sudden my heart rate started increasing. Bradley flinched and looked up in a panic when he heard the beating going faster "oh my god! Are you okay?" He asked. I laughed softly and pulled him back down as my heart rate started to go back to a normal and comfortable pace "yes, that's just what happens when you do cute shit. You make my heart beat like that" I said as now it was his time to blush like crazy "oh..." he said softly and chuckled. I smiled and kissed his cheek as he laughed softly at my overwhelming amount of kisses.

As we cuddled I asked him softly "how are you feeling?" And it took him a hot minute to respond "I'm... I feel terrible. I feel like this never would've happened if it weren't for me" he said softly as I sighed " Bradley, it's not your fault babe, you didn't do anything. It was you shitty father" I said softly as he looked at me with soft eyes "but he wouldn't have done all that if I had just listened to him and married Claire"

This made me annoyed "you didn't deserve to marry her by force. You deserve to fall in love and marry whoever you want. You do understand that right?" I asked him as he closed his eyes and sighed " I know but still. If it meant keeping you safe I would've let my whole world burn down just to keep you happy" he said opening his eyes and turning his head to look at me.

"Babe I can't be happy unless you're happy"

"And I definitely can't be happy, if you're with someone else..."