Immediately we step out of the hotel, I called James to come to pick us up, because Brad wasn't in a good position at the moment to drive us home.
The drive home was awkward and tense. The moment we got to the mansion, Brad step out of the car hastily disappearing to God knows where.
Probably to his room.
I had this feeling I need to be with him tonight. This weird feeling he needs me to be there for him. I know his rage hasn't subdued. And I'm scared he could do himself harm in this condition.
Moreover, I'm not going to let him go to bed with bleeding knuckles.
I proceed to go find him calling out his name. I even met Rosa, she informed me he isn't in his suite, because she just came out of there.
Where could he be? I was getting worried.
I checked his study he wasn't there either.
I passed by my studio, then I heard the snapping sounds of a punching bag I'm so accustomed to.
