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Flashback
"Misty, I'm leaving now. I'll see you tomorrow." Braelynn Sanders, a young woman in her early 20's, actually, 20 to be exact, was just leaving work. She worked at an old beat down coffee shop just 15 minutes from her home in Cameron, North Carolina. It didn't pay an amazing amount of money as you might have guessed, but it payed just enough so that she could support herself and her 2 year old daughter.
Braelynn walked out into the parking lot, cigarette in hand. The night was cold, and unwelcoming to her bare skin. She was dreading the 15 minute walk home that she had ahead of her. The town she lived in wasn't exactly family friendly. And raising her 2 year old daughter around these streets wasn't exactly the best idea. But being she had no other choice, she would have to for the time being. All of a sudden, a loud beeping noise set off.
"Fuck." She mumbled. She pulled the silver phone out of her pocket and looked at the caller id. Unknown. She rolled her eyes, knowing who it was. She flipped it open.
"Hello."
"Hey girl. What's up?" Her best friend Brooke chirped happily on the other end of the phone.
"Not to much. Just left work. Bout to head home. What are you up to?" She asked as she turned in an alleyway. It was a very effective short cut to her house.
"Actually I just got home. I had to run to Wal-Mart to get some hair dye. I tell you, that damn hair dye I got last time faded out like a bitch!" Braelynn just chuckled. They talked for a bit more until Braelynn came to the front of her house.
"Well, I'll call you later girl. I just got home." She walked up to the door and unlocked it.
"Ok that's cool. Just call me later I guess girl. What time you coming by tomorrow to pick Evie up?" Brooke asked, wondering when Braelynn would pick her daughter up.
"I'll be by around noon." With that, she hung up and trotted into her house. It was actually pretty clean. It would usually look a wreck with toys all over the floor. She walked into the living room and plopped on the couch. Her life was so messed up, she couldn't bear it. A million thoughts of her old life were running through her mind, making her slightly uncomfortable. She looked down at her arm, track marks covering them. She traced her fingers over them, remembering the sensation she used to get. She started gnawing on her lip, debating if she should actually start doing it again. It took alot of determination and perseverance for her to quit, about 2 years ago. But she did it. And it made her life 10 times better. But in the state she was in right now, she really had no other choice. She sighed, getting up from the spot on her couch, and made her way into her bedroom. She quietly cloed the door behind her and walked to the end table.
Ring Ring Ring. As if on que, the phone rings. She jumped a little, slamming the drawer shut. Cursing a bit, she rubbed her head with her hand.
"Hello." She picked up the phone and answered.
No answer.
"Hello?!" She asked, her voice raising a bit, being she was getting irritated.
No answer. Then a dial tone.
"Fucking kids and their prank phone calls." She said out loud. She looked back at the drawer she was at earlier. She sighed and just decided to go to sleep. She pulled back the covers and slipped into bed.
Ring Ring Ring. At 4:30 in the morning, the phone begins to ring again. She slowly rolled over and reached for the phone.
"Hello?" She said in a groggy tone.
"Hello, yes. Ms. Sanders?" Hearing her name on the other end of the line, she woke up a bit more and sat up.
"Yes, this is her. Who is calling?"
"This is Joy Cuevas from the NYPD. I'm calling to inform you about an arrest we made about an hour ago. She said she knows you. Her name's Brooke Stephens." Braelynn just listened, almost dropping the phone.
"Ma'am, are you there?"
"Ye..yes. Uhm, - " But she was cut off.
"Ms. Stephens was in a car accident earlier. Apparently she was on her way to drop off something at your house. She had a child with her, that she said was yours?"
"Is she OK? Yes she's mine, I need to know if she's OK." Braelynn suddenly became alert and got out of bed.
"I'm sorry, but the impact of the crash... she didn't make it." Braelynn just stood there, unmoving. She dropped the phone, then to her knees; sobbing.
End Flashback, 2 years later.
"Get your ass back over here!" A young man, and woman, were arguing in the road in front of an apartment complex.
"Get away from me you asshole! We do this all the damn time. I'm through with this Brandon!" Braelynn shouted, anger flooding her words. She stormed toward the apartment she shared with the young man, know known as Brandon, walked in, then slammed the door in his face. Minutes later, it reopened and in he went.
"What do you think your doing? You have no where to fucking go, if you don't remember. Your just a junkie bitch." He picked up a glass and threw it against the wall. Braelynn didn't say anything. She just kept picking up her stuff and putting them in her suitcase. After a moment of silence, she broke it.
"I'm moving in with Matt. The one from high school. He told me that no matter what happens in life, if I ever need anything he'll be there for me. And I have no choice but to take him up on that offer." She gave a slight chuckle as Brandon walked out the door. Slamming it behind him.