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"You two are?" Emmy asked surprised, but still delighted. "That's awesome! I'm happy to hear that." She smiled, sitting herself down on the couch. "It explains why he locked himself in his room all day at least."

"Why don't you go check on him, dad just went upstairs a couple minutes ago." Emmy hummed, pointing to the stair case. "I'm sure you know where his room is, third door on the left."

"Stupid dad, stupid me." He muttered, not hearing her knock on the door as he continued to fold up the shirts he had. "I can too make my own choices. I'm not an idiot."

"I know how to handle myself, even if I make mistakes." Brad continued to mutter things to himself, trying to blink back the stinging tears he had. His father had gotten to him, and it had stung.

Jumping at the sound of her voice, he whipped around with a smile. "Hey babe! Didn't hear you come in, how are you?" He asked her, going to pull her into a sweet kiss on the lips.

"What are you talking about?" He asked, trying to cover up his hurt. "I love you too, and find you pretty amazing. But is there a reason why?" So badly he wanted to cover this up, but he wasn't sure he could.

"If you heard what I was saying, you'd know I want to leave. He'll never leave me alone if I don't leave." Brad whispered, holding back his tears. "I want out, please let me be with you."

Pulling her into a hug, he buried his face in the crook of her neck. "You can head down stairs, I'll start bringing my stuff." He mumbled, sucking in a deep breath.

"If you want to help, and you can, could you take that box?" He asked her in a hum, gesturing to a light box on his bare bed.

Gathering another box or two, he carried them down the stairs with a soft smile. "Thanks babe," He hummed softly, so his father wouldn't hear.

Once outside, and standing by her car, he leaned over to peck her cheek. "You got the trunk?" He asked her, pushing the box in his arm up with his knee.

"Are you alright love?" Brad asked her softly, setting the box into the trunk. "You seem slightly off."

"I'm not believing that. But I won't push if you don't want to talk about it." Brad told her, taking the box from her hands. "We can talk later. Let me go get the rest of my stuff."

Smiling, he pecked her lips before running off to get his things. Once all was gathered, and packed in her trunk, he climbed over the door of her car. "Ready to go darling?"

"You look hot~" He grinned, slipping into the seat, and buckling up. Pulling on his own aviator sunglasses, he glanced over to her with a sigh of contentment. "And you're my incredibly hot girlfriend."