Baby Mama Drama
Since Brad wasn't allowed to see Bree, he wasn't able to say goodbye to her. John decided to cut the two-week stay short and take Brad home since he was causing too much trouble.
"I ain't even do nothin', man." Brad mumbled as he packed his things.
"But you been afta dat Bree girl and dat makes a problem." John replied.
"Well then people should mind they business." Brad said, obviously not in a good mood.
"Brock thinks Bree's his business, so he gonna do somethin' 'bout it." John said, trying to reason with his little brother. Brad didn't say anything. He didn't feel like arguing.
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"See, now I can't trust you with anything." Brock said.
"Yes you can, I didn't betray you." Bree mumbled.
"Yeah you did. I said I didn't want him near you and then you go and lock yourself in a room with him."
"I didn't! We got locked in!" Bree protested.
"Yeah sure." Brock mumbled.
"What, do you think I screwed him or something? Maybe I did! Maybe I lost it to him and maybe I'm pregnant. Maybe you're gonna be an uncle!" Bree shouted, pushing Brock further into his rage.
Brock's face turned tremendously red and he pushed Bree back into a wall.
"You better be lying to me." Brock said, staring at his little sister. She saw the fury in his eyes – it practically burned a hole through her. But Bree remembered what she told Brad. She will not give Brock the satisfaction of seeing her scared.
She took a deep breath and ignored the pain from the pressure of Brock's hands pinning her arms against the wall.
"And what if I'm not?" She asked calmly.
"Then I will kill him." Brock replied in the same calm tone.
"No you won't…I won't let you!" Bree said, trying to get away from Brock. She couldn't; he was way too strong for her.
"Why?!" Brock yelled. "Why do you care so much?!"
"Because I love him!" Bree shouted with no hesitation.
Brock stared at her and finally let her go. He backed away slowly.
"Love him?" Brock asked. Bree could have sworn she felt the fire shooting out at her from Brock's eyes. "You love him?" Brock repeated, nearly spitting the words out.
Before Bree could even nod her head or say yes, Brock was out the door.
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"Man, why you look like dat?" John asked, studying Brad's face. "You look like ya dog died twice." John said, then he laughed at his little metaphor. Brad didn't say anything. Now John knew something was wrong if Brad didn't snap back at his comment.
"B-Rad?" John asked, sitting on the bed next to Brad. "What's up, lil man?"
Brad shook his head. "I don't wanna go home." He mumbled. "I wanna stay here wit Bree." He sighed. "Maybe straighten things out wit Brock."
"Uh-uh. I ain't lettin' you try ta talk ta Brock… dat's like… puttin' a mouse in front of a cobra." John said. He shuddered at the thought of what Brock could do to Brad.
"I don't care… if it's the only way ta get ta Bree, den… I'll do it." Brad muttered.
"Then here's your chance you little faggot!" Brock's voice burst through the door. Then he burst through it.
"Yo…" John said, standing in front of Brad. Brad stood up, too, peering over his brother's shoulder.
"You ain't gonna touch a lil kid, aight?" John said, attempting to defend Brad. Brock stared at John.
"Come on, Brock, be a man." John said, giving Brock a look of disgust. Brock continued staring at John for a few more seconds. Then he focused on Brad.
"Did you touch my sister?" Brock asked, obviously trying to control the anger in his voice.
"Um… I… well sure I did." Brad stuttered, not exactly understanding the question.
"I mean did you take advantage of her." Brock said, still red as hell. John looked at Brad, wondering what he had to say.
"Of course not… man, I would neva hurt Bree… and I would neva think of pressuring her into somethin' she don't wanna do." Brad said.
"She said you guys had sex." Brock said, stepping in closer. John and Brad's eyes widened.
"NO!" Brad shouted.
"Hey don't get loud with me, it was just a fucking que – "
"I never said I had sex with him." Bree said, coming into the hotel room. "Go back to the room." Brock said to her, although he was still staring at Brad.
"No." Bree said firmly. "I never said I had sex with him. There you go leaping to conclusions again, you stupid frog." Bree said, standing next to Brad. Brock ignored her comment. Brock glared at Brad before leaving. "Touch her and die." He said. Brad nodded. He looked at John.
"I'm going downstairs." John said.
"Wait… can I stay?" Brad asked, with pleading eyes.
"I'll think 'bout it. Talk to ya little girlfriend or whateva." John said. Brad nodded. John left and shut the door behind him. Brad was about to say something to Bree when he was cut off by John, who opened the door.
"AND NO SEX!" He yelled. He slammed the door again. Bree laughed.
"You think your brotha's gonna try ta kill me again?" Brad asked.
"He'll try to scare you, but he won't actually touch you." Bree said.
"Good." Brad said, sighing.
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**** NO SEX IN THE CHAMPAGNE ROOM!!! ****
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