~RECAP~

Suddenly, the door opened and a girl walked in.....

That wasn't the scary part...

Her clothes were ripped....

She had cuts and scrapes on her....

The scary part?

She had blood all on her and a gun.....

That was loaded and pointed at Brad's back.

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"Who the hell are you?" She asked, voice as hard as steel. She cocked the gun when nobody answered. "I will not ask a 3rd time." She aimed it at his back, and pulled it up to her eye. She readied her hand on the trigger... when a small groan seeped out of Brad's chest, along with a violent cough. He shivered. The girls hand faltered and she lowered it from her face. "What's wrong with him?" She asked, looking at me. "He fell through the ice earlier." I answered, staring at the barrel of the gun. "Can you please put the gun away now? We're only here ‘cus our truck broke down and my brothers ill?" I asked her. She sighed. "..... I guess so. But only until your truck gets started again and es a bit better." She replied, unstrapping the gun and putting it on the floor. Another violent cough ripple through poor Brad's throat. He launched upwards, as if trying to ease the pain. Then he flopped back down again, with a pitiful moan. He turned over and faced me, "Hey, Caleb. Where.... where's dad?" He mumbled, teeth chattering. "I dunno. You feeling ok?" I asked, grabbing another blanket for him. "No. I feel like shit." I put the blanket on his shoulders, as he sat up. He raised an eyebrow, only now noticing the girl. "Who's that?" Brad asked. "I'm YN. I own this cabin, even though I only come here 1 or 2 times a year." Brad nodded. When Elliot came back, he was very wary of the girl, and refused to speak to her unless absolutely necessary. One day, 2 guys stumbled upon the cabin and Elliot nearly got into a fight with them, eventually settling on an agreement.

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1 day, when Elliot went out, Caleb followed them, leaving YN to look after the sick 'Brad'. He was asleep when Caleb let the door slam. Brad jumped and woke up. "Hey, Brad." You said. His head turned to yours. "Hey. Where's everyone at?" He moved up the chair a little and he blanket came down a bit. "Your dad and that American guy went to get the truck and the French dude and Caleb are chopping wood outside." You said, looking at Brad's pale face. "How you feeling?" You asked, putting some more paper in the fire. "Like shit. Why do you care?" He asked, head turning to the fire. "Cus I don't want you to die." You said, grabbing the blanket that had fallen into his lap, and moving it onto his shoulders. "Thanks. (He makes a noise between pain and happiness) God, how are your hands so warm?" He asked as your hands brushed in his shoulders. "I dunno. I think my body makes the right amount of heated blood, cus I'm out here so much. It's gotten used to the cold. Why?" You said, sitting cross-legged. "Because I'm freezing." He said, as if it were obvious. You stood up, and took the blanket off of his shoulders, "What are you doing?" He asked, to which you replied, "Lay on the floor. Just trust me." He frowned but did so, on the blanket you put down. You took off your winter coat, and layed next to him. You pulled the blanket over the both of you, and cuddled into him. "What're you doing?!†Brad exclaimed. "Just shut up and relax. I'm transferring my body heat." After a few tense minutes, Brad fell asleep, and you thought best to do so yourself.

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The next time you realised something fishy was up, was when you all realised that he killed Richard. You and Brad were in the cabin, when you heard a gunshot. You both shot (pun intended) up and ran outside, to see Caleb waiting for you. "What the hell was that?" Brad asked, shivering. You handed him your coat. "I dunno. Dad was in the forest, then there was a gunshot, then Luc ran that way." Caleb explained, pointing to the forest. You all ran in, you in the lead. You skidded to a stop, when you saw the trigger of Elliot's gun, aimed at Luc. You pulled out your pocket knife and aimed it at him. "Elliot, put the gun down." His hands faltered. "Listen to the Elle." You raised an eyebrow and Brad whispered in your ear, "Elle means girl in French." You nodded and turned back to Elliot. "Elliot, I will not ask a 3rd time. Put. The. Gun. Down. Now." You commanded. The gun fell from his hands.... but he swung it at your face, and you saw stars.

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When you woke up, you were all in a room in the cabin. "Hey, your awake. You ok?" Brad asked, sitting down. "Yeah. I'm fine," you replied. He nodded, and coughed into his fist. It's developed into a wet cough now, no longer a dry cough. That's bad. “Come on, we might as well go to sleep... um, Yn? Where do you want to sleep?" Brad asked, pointing the 2 beds. "Um... I'll camp with you. You're still freezing." He nodded, and almost looked happy. You crawled into bed and fell asleep fairly quickly.

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The next time Brad needed help, was when you all escaped. You realised Elliot wasn't going to let anyone leave, so you escaped. Brad and Caleb were in the middle of an argument, when Caleb stormed off. "Oh, come on, Caleb! Look, I-I'm sorry, but we gotta stick together. We don't wanna get lost." 

"What, even more than now?!" Caleb yelled back. You gasped, and edged back, seeing Elliot in the trees. Caleb backed up 'till he was next to Brad. "You-you were just gonna leave me?" He said, staring you all down. Brad pushed you and Caleb back and went to his dad. You pulled Caleb into you, and covered his ears. Suddenly, Elliot got Brad in a choke hold, that he couldn't get out of. "ELLIOT! STOP, YOUR HURTING HIM!" You yelled. Caleb turned around and saw his older brother struggling. "Dad! Let go of him please!" Elliot released the chock hold, but still held Brad. Brad was bent over, gasping for air. He coughed wet, and some liquid came out. You thought it was him spitting, but suddenly, with a very wet cough, he threw up. He stood up against his dad and pushed him away, "F*** off." He spat out, walking off, still coughing, badly.

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The final time Brad needed help, it was the end. He'd sent you and Caleb out to go and find help, via floorboards, while he fought his dad. When you found a truck with Luc in, you went to find Brad. You, Brad and Caleb ran for the truck, when Luc took on Elliot, allowing you to escape. In the car, Elliot latched onto Caleb's arm and tried to stop him from leaving. You kicked him, Elliot, in the stomach, and he fell back. The 3 of you rode in silence until you came to a side-line. "Ok. Let's rest for a bit." You said, locking the car. The 2 of them nodded and moved into the back.

~L8r that night~

You woke up to heavy and uneven breathing. Bradley was sat up right and clutching his chest. "Brad, Brad! Breathe slower! You're having a panic attack!" You ran through scenarios in your head on how to stop an attack. Kiss them... you pulled Brad close and kissed him. He didn't respond for about 10 seconds, before he began kissing you back. When he pulled away, he was breathing normally again. He raised an eyebrow, and you said, "Kissing stops panic attacks." He nodded and smirked. "Well maybe, I need to have more panic attacks... or just lead you on." He winked. "Whatever." You smiled. "Oh, no! I feel a panic attack coming on!" Brad sarcastically said, with a smirk on his face. "Oh no! I will have to kiss you! Ugh." You played along. He playfully glared. You pulled him in by his collar and kissed him, his hands going up and down your back, while yours went into his hair.

BEST PANIC ATTACK EVER! Brad thought to himself, as he made out with Yn.