Snow fell silently onto the trees surrounding the road, turning them all a pure white as Bradley and I drove along the deserted road. I sighed, pulling my scarf further around my neck in an attempt to get warm and fiddling with my engagement and wedding rings as we drove in utter silence. My eyebrows furrowed slightly, and I looked at Bradley as he put his hand on my knee. I sighed, looking at the brown-locked and hazel-eyed man that was my husband. Though, most days, he felt more like a stranger. I had first met Bradley when his family had moved to my hometown of London. The sixteen-year-old boy had been your typical grumpy teenager and had been the boy that all the girls at school swooned over, making me still shocked that he had liked me. But there had always been more that was off about him than just being moody. Despite this, I found myself attracted to him, his lips seemingly only ever curling into a smile when he was with me. After seven years of dating, we had finally tied the knot, though I had always suspected that Bradley kept secrets from me. Especially the secret of what had happened to his dad. But after just a couple of years of marriage, Bradley's anger problems and short fuses started to come to light, one of the less-favourable aspects that he'd apparently inherited from his father. So, when he had suggested a quiet weekend away for just the two of us, in a cabin in the middle of nowhere in an attempt to fix our breaking marriage, I had accepted. Even if it was somewhat reluctantly.

"So, um...what do you want to do when we get there?" he asked, focusing on the icy road as his thumb gently moved over my knee through my jeans. I sighed and shrugged.

"I don't know, Brad. Is there even anything to do there?" I scoffed.

"Sure there is, I think. It's ten minutes outside of the nearest town, I think that there's a bar there, a couple shops, um..." he sighed, his jaw clenching in frustration as he struggled to think.

"So, nothing to do. Fucking great." I mumbled. He sighed again and briefly looked at me, switching his glance between me and the road.

"We could always...you know." He chuckled, looking briefly at me and slightly moving his hand up my leg.

"We haven't done that in a long time, why do you want to start again now?" I scoffed. He sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Because we're having a quiet weekend away, with no one to disturb us, and we're trying to fix our fucking broken marriage, part of a marriage is sex, Y/N." he spoke through gritted teeth.

"Don't grit your teeth at me, Bradley, you haven't wanted sex in months, so don't blame me for wondering why you suddenly want it again now. You know, when you suggested a romantic getaway to get us back on track, I thought you meant a nice hotel somewhere, not an isolated cabin in the middle of a fucking frozen lake. Never mind sex, you'll probably be too fucking cold to get it up." I nodded.

"God fucking forbid I want to fix our marriage, Y/N. Of course, it would probably be fucking easier to just give up on it all and leave me, just like my parents did. Because that turned out so fucking well, didn't it?" he spat, taking his hand off of my leg and gripping the steering wheel tightly instead.

"Fuck me, you sound just like your dad." I mumbled. He looked at me, his eyes widening as his mouth fell open.

"Take that back." He mumbled, clenching his jaw.

"No." I scoffed.

"Take it fucking back, Y/N, or I swear to god, I will turn this fucking car around right now and instead of treating you to a weekend away, I'll treat you to divorce papers." He shook his head.

"I won't take it back, Bradley. Maybe being compared to your dad will finally incentivise you to get some fucking help for your anger issues, like I've been telling you to do for the past five years." I snapped.

"I am NOTHING like my dad, you hear me? My dad was a selfish, insane, fucking asshole prick, who was an insanely shitty father to Caleb and I, so don't you dare go comparing me to that waste of fucking space." He spat.

"Fine, I fucking take it back. I was just trying to get you to see that your anger issues are bad, and are getting worse." I scoffed.

"Do you think I don't know that?" he spat again, looking at me with wide eyes. I sighed and sat back into my seat as I looked out of the window.

"I'm nothing like him. How can I be like my dad when I myself will never be a dad?" he mumbled. My eyes widened and I looked at him, a choke leaving my throat.

"You absolute prick." I whispered, shaking my head as a tear left my eye. Bradley looked at me and sighed.

"Babe, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that-."

"Of course you did. You've meant it from the day that we found out I couldn't get pregnant. It hurts just as much for me as it does for you, asshole." I choked.

"Y/N, I'm sorry, come on." He sighed, keeping his eyes on the road as he reached his hand across and put it on my shoulder.

"Get the fuck off of me, Bradley." I cried, curling into myself to try and get away from his touch.

"Y/N, please-."

"You can forget about anything happening between us this weekend because I don't want you touching me-."

"Y/N, I said I was sorry." Bradley choked as he looked at me. I looked at him before looking at the road. My eyes widened.

"Bradley!" I exclaimed. He looked back at the road and his eyes widened.

"Shit!" he yelled, swerving the truck to avoid hitting the deer that had run into the road.

"Fuck, fuck." He cursed as he erratically turned the steering wheel from side to side, trying to gain control of the truck. It didn't work, both of us being thrashed around in our seats as Bradley lost control of the truck and it came to a stop off the side of the road. I sat there, my eyes widened and in shock at what had just happened. I gulped as my heart raced in my chest, surely at a pace that was unsafe.

"Y/N, babe. Look at me." Bradley spoke as he gently put his hand on my cheek. I gulped, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Are you okay? Babe, talk to me, are you okay?" he asked as he scanned his eyes over my face, checking for damage. I slowly nodded.

"Y-yeah, I'm okay. Just i-in shock." I admitted quietly. He nodded, giving me a small smile before looking around, the curls of brown hair that were visible from the front of his beanie swaying as he did.

"Okay, we need to get back on the road. I'm going to get out and push, you're going to push the gas and try to reverse." He nodded. I gulped and returned it, making him nod again as he climbed out of the truck and around to the front of it. I shifted into the driver's seat and leant my shaking fingers up to turn on the ignition. After a couple of attempts, the engine spluttered into life.

"Okay, go." Bradley ordered. I pushed on the reverse, Bradley's head down as he pushed as hard as he could on the bonnet of the car.

"Stop, stop!" he yelled, making me take my foot off of the peddle. Bradley yelled out in anger, making me jump as he hammered his fist against the bonnet before walking back around to the door. I scooted over quickly as he climbed in and slammed the door.

"Brad, it's okay, we can try again later-."

"No, there's no point." He mumbled, looking down as he clutched the steering wheel.

"Course there is, we need to get out this ditch-."

"Y/N, I'm telling you that there's no fucking point, because the truck is stuck and it's not moving. We're not going anywhere." He spat, looking at me with wide eyes. I returned the gaze.

"Why are you giving up so easily? Why are you getting so angry?" I gulped. Bradley's eyes wavered and he sighed, his jaw clenching as he looked down.

"Because this is how it started. This is how the weekend started, the weekend that Caleb and I lost our dad." He admitted quietly. My eyes widened.

"Bradley, I'm so sorry..." I gulped, unsure of what to say.

"Yeah. I accidentally drove off of the road because he thought it'd be a great idea for me to drive, then Caleb started to kick my chair, and distracted me. We had to abandon the truck, and you know the part where I nearly died. Dad went insane because we'd just told him that mom and Ted were taking us to London, and so he tried to keep us at the cabin that we managed to find. It got so bad that Caleb and I ended up having to leave...without dad. We left him out there, and never saw him again. That's why I'm getting angry." He explained, his voice quiet. I looked at him as my eyes wavered, tears leaving them.

"We're in real trouble, aren't we?" I whispered. Bradley looked at me, his gaze softening and his thin lips parting slightly as he saw the tears running down my face.

"Hey, come here, look at me." He spoke, gently cupping my face with his hands and making me turn to face him. I gulped, staring into his hazel eyes.

"We're going to be okay, I promise. We'll figure something out and we'll stick together, okay?" he nodded, gently moving his thumbs against my skin.

"Bradley, how can you be so sure? We have limited food, one bottle of water between us, not to mention only our coats when it's below zero weather outside. Even inside of the truck, we'll quickly freeze." I choked. He sighed and looked at me.

"I'm not going to let what happened to my dad happen to you. I promise you, babe, you're safe with me." He reassured. I sighed, biting my lip and gulping.

"Okay." I whispered. He nodded, giving me a small smile as he leant in and gently pecked my lips. I returned it, both of us pulling apart only a second after our lips had first touched before Bradley gently took my head and rested it against his chest.