Friends United

My life didn't seem to belong to me anymore and I wasn't really getting anything in return. On one rare occasion of showing some affection he bought me a bracelet. It was weird, made of silver, bit feminine. He called it a lucky charm bracelet and he insisted that I wore it all the time.

Brad still would date and I found it hard not to be jealous yet when ever I said I was going out he would put up an obstacle such as an errand or favour he wanted me to perform for him. Over time many of my friends became infuriated with Brad and his rudeness and consequently lost interest. This made matters worse as I now found myself dependant on Brad even more so.

It all came to a head when I had some painters in to decorate my flat. I know it sounds girlish but I hate the smell of paint so I asked Bard if I could crash at his that night. He wasn't particularly keen as he had a date - some new tart he'd picked up at a garage. He stroked his beard thoughtfully and agreed but made me promise to stay in the spare room and not make a sound. Apparently He didn't want to put the lucky lady off as he didn't think she would think well of him if another bloke was in his flat even if just for the night.

I got round his place about eight just as he was preparing to go out. He showed me to the spare room, gave me some rubber gloves and a duster and he told me to tidy it. It wasn't decorated like a conventional spare room but was sparsely furnished with just a single bed and a wardrobe. The walls where white and the floor was littered with boxes and, what looked like rubbish.

I found some spare sheets in the airing cupboard and made up the bed. After he had gone I busied myself tidying up and making my bed. In doing so I found a large cardboard box tied with a red ribbon. For some strange reason I felt compelled to open it. Now, I'm not normally nosy but don't ask me why but I felt compelled to look inside. I thought it might contain photos of Brad and I when we where at school.