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Where to begin?
Brad, creepy, sleazy and sporty...with friends of an equal nature. James has been told about Brad and his antics and wants to give him a punch in the face.
Brad gives my number to a few guys, these few guys give me a call and I tell them all to shove it. One of them knows where I live and threatens to do burnouts in my street, naturally I think he's joking...nope for five minutes the car is all you can hear. Thinking back on it I should have just called the fucking cops. I send a message to James telling him I'm super freaked out by what just happened. James tells me he's coming to gaurd at my house with a few of his mates. On the way he crashes his car into a small fence around a football oval. But no that doesn't stop him he still comes over to my house.
When he gets here the burnout car is sitting out the front of my house with the engine running but the lights off. James gets out and apparently this is the conversation. J is for james B is for burnout
J: hey are you here for Holly.
B: Yeah why
J: I suggest you stay the fuck away from her
B: Dude I'm sorry, Brad told me to come, I didn't know she had a boyfriend (either did I!)
*skids off*
At this point mums outside asking if that is James' car...
SO ANYWAY after this we assume it's over but around an hour later my phone rings and it's Brad. I click the ignore button and again and again but without fail it rings again. He asks why my friends aren't being overly nice to his friends and I tell him, he laughs...god I hate his laugh. He asks why suddenly I hate him so, I tell him the girl incident and just that he's been using me, I tell him never to contact me again and then I hang up. He rings again and abuses me and tells me to watch my back. I message James and tell him what was said he demands Brads number and I'm not one to refuse when it's in my defence. So I hear nothing from both of them for around half an hour. James calls me up and tells me what's going down, both groups of guys are going to meet at the Eureka Stockade, James' group being significantly bigger, I could hear them in the background...they were at a 21st before all this happened. There was knuckles dusters involved...
Apparently Brad and his guys never show up so they call him up and threaten to go to his house. I'm guessing there was a lot of the word "fuck" and other things and the phone was passed around the entire group, violence doesn't end up errupting but everyone agreed that this shit ends tonight and if he ever contacts me again that he's gone.
Brad messages me abusing me and I just tell him to fuck off and forget that we ever knew each other and that I'll do the same. Now James knows what I did with Brad, but I guess he would have found out anyway...he wasn't angry at me and we are hanging out today if he can get a car.
This all ends at 6am, I haven't had a second of sleep and have thrown up numerous times due to being worried out of my brain. I still am, I hate being the cause of this, the cause of James' car crash. Just argh, starting repression mode......now.
Brad, creepy, sleazy and sporty...with friends of an equal nature. James has been told about Brad and his antics and wants to give him a punch in the face.
Brad gives my number to a few guys, these few guys give me a call and I tell them all to shove it. One of them knows where I live and threatens to do burnouts in my street, naturally I think he's joking...nope for five minutes the car is all you can hear. Thinking back on it I should have just called the fucking cops. I send a message to James telling him I'm super freaked out by what just happened. James tells me he's coming to gaurd at my house with a few of his mates. On the way he crashes his car into a small fence around a football oval. But no that doesn't stop him he still comes over to my house.
When he gets here the burnout car is sitting out the front of my house with the engine running but the lights off. James gets out and apparently this is the conversation. J is for james B is for burnout
J: hey are you here for Holly.
B: Yeah why
J: I suggest you stay the fuck away from her
B: Dude I'm sorry, Brad told me to come, I didn't know she had a boyfriend (either did I!)
*skids off*
At this point mums outside asking if that is James' car...
SO ANYWAY after this we assume it's over but around an hour later my phone rings and it's Brad. I click the ignore button and again and again but without fail it rings again. He asks why my friends aren't being overly nice to his friends and I tell him, he laughs...god I hate his laugh. He asks why suddenly I hate him so, I tell him the girl incident and just that he's been using me, I tell him never to contact me again and then I hang up. He rings again and abuses me and tells me to watch my back. I message James and tell him what was said he demands Brads number and I'm not one to refuse when it's in my defence. So I hear nothing from both of them for around half an hour. James calls me up and tells me what's going down, both groups of guys are going to meet at the Eureka Stockade, James' group being significantly bigger, I could hear them in the background...they were at a 21st before all this happened. There was knuckles dusters involved...
Apparently Brad and his guys never show up so they call him up and threaten to go to his house. I'm guessing there was a lot of the word "fuck" and other things and the phone was passed around the entire group, violence doesn't end up errupting but everyone agreed that this shit ends tonight and if he ever contacts me again that he's gone.
Brad messages me abusing me and I just tell him to fuck off and forget that we ever knew each other and that I'll do the same. Now James knows what I did with Brad, but I guess he would have found out anyway...he wasn't angry at me and we are hanging out today if he can get a car.
This all ends at 6am, I haven't had a second of sleep and have thrown up numerous times due to being worried out of my brain. I still am, I hate being the cause of this, the cause of James' car crash. Just argh, starting repression mode......now.