demons | bradley simpson

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chapter thirty five - full of secrets

I waltzed straight into the house that I now knew belonged to Chase. The party was now dying down, but it was still ongoing. There were roughly forty people hanging around the house or sleeping.

"Dillon?" I called out, hoping for a response but got none.

"No need to shout," a voice startled me from behind and when I turned I was faced by Brad.

"Great, what do you want?" I rolled my eyes and angrily crossed my arms, expressing my annoyance.

"I was just leaving because of a very urgent call but then you started to scream and everyone's head around here is pounding from drinking too much. So would please quiet down?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever. I'm looking for Dillon?" I questioned incase he knew where Dillon was.

"He's somewhere around here. I can help you look," he suggested but I shook my head no and looked down at my shoes.

"I can find him alone," I sternly informed him and began to walk away but he grabbed my forearm and tugged me back.

"I wasn't asking." Brad stated as I quickly yanked my arm away from him and to my side with a frightened look on my face. "We can start upstairs." If he noticed my fear he either brushed it off or didn't care.

As my hand fell to the rail, we began to walk up the steps. The rail was simply a plank of wood supported by three spindles. It was hard to tell the original color of the carpet, likely it was once beige but now it was closer to a muddy slate. When we reached the top, my hand trailed along the light blue-painted wall as we entered Chase's room. Since it was empty, we walked out and into the bathroom in the hall. Empty as well.

Almost thirty minutes went by and we had searched the house twice.

"He might have left," Brad shrugged while he leaned against the wall.

"Fuck," I groaned and rubbed my temples vigorously.

The phone in Brad's pocket went off and he was quick to decline the call and shove it back in his pocket. "Do you need to take that?" I asked, gesturing towards his phone.

"No, they can wait." He said as his phone went off for a second time, which he denied again.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, stop fucking asking," he hissed but immediately fell back on his words. "Sorry."

"I'm fine, not offended at all." I smiled, hiding my lie.

"Okay," he raised an eyebrow and dragged out the 'y.'

Just as we were about to walk into the coat closet, Brad's phone went off for the third time. This time it seemed as if he had enough because he whipped out his phone and angrily answered it. "What do you want?" His foot tapped harshly on the carpeted floor. "No, I can't come right now. I'm headed to the county jail to bail someone out."

What?

He is the one going to bail Spencer out?

"Fuck that! I told you no." He growled into his phone and waited five seconds before speaking again. "Get Lana to do it. She'll cover for me, she always does." Brad shifted the phone from his right hand to his left. "Just-- give me twenty minutes to bail this dumbass out and I'll come right over. Okay, whatever, bye." He hung up and picked himself up and off of the wall. "Time to go."

"Where? What was that phone call about?" I muttered.

"Nothing that affects you," he replied as we walked towards the closet that hid people's coats.

"You're full of secrets and it's obnoxious."

"How?" He stopped and turned to face me with an angry expression.

"You hide everything! You're hiding where your going right now, you hid what happened between you and Luke, and--"

"I don't see why my secrets concern you." He interrupted my rant and inched closer to me.

"Yeah, well, when they fucking plummet one of my best friends into a phase of depression because you ruined her life it concerns me!" I yelled at him and shoved him by his chest slightly backwards.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he clenched his jaw and spoke through gritted teeth.

"Oh so you just forgot about Alyssa? Your damn sister!"

"You don't know what you're fucking talking about!" He shouted at me and pulled at his curly brown hair with his right hand.

"She confided in you about being raped by Luke! And you went and told your gang that she was insane and tried to kill you! Who does that to their little sister?"

"I didn't fucking say anything to them!"

"Yes you did you damn liar!" Before I knew it my fist was flying at Bradley's jaw but he caught it in a strong grip.

"Talk to me when you're ready to hear the real story." And with that he dropped my fist and swung open the door to the coat closet. "Oh my god."

"What is it?" I choked out and ran over to stand in the doorframe. "Oh my god." My jaw dropped.

Before us sat Dillon making out with a stranger, shirtless and completely drunk.

That stranger was Chase.

"I guess we found Dillon," Brad smirked.

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