Chapter 3
Spencer grimaced as she took a sip of the glass of green, runny, liquified salad Dean had given her to drink.
"How is drinking salad going to give me my life back?".
"Your body needs the nutrition" Dean says, an amused smile playing on his lips. "You'll feel stronger, think clearer and sleep better".
Spencer rolls her eyes at Dean which widens the grin on his face momentarily.
"So...what's with you and my sister?" Spencer asks him.
Dean freezes, his brain scrambling to think of what to tell Spencer.
"Mind your own Spence" Brooklyn says as she finally surfaces from her slumber.
Spencer scowls mockingly at her older sister for a minute.
"There's a letter for you" Dean tells Brooklyn.
BPOV
I head downstairs after hiding in my room for as long as possible, my stomach is rumbling loudly, moaning at me for the lack of food I have put in it lately and my lack-of-caffeine fueled headache is becoming unbearable.
"So...what's with you and my sister?" I hear Spencer ask Dean as I reach the top of the stairs and I roll my eyes.
Spencer has always picked up on everything I tried to keep from her, she knows me better than I care to admit and is a smart girl...most of the time.
"Mind your own Spence" I tell her as I reach the kitchen. Dean, once again looks grateful to me for saving him from my sister, my heart skips a beat as his eyes reach mine.
Spencer scowls at me.
"There's a letter for you" Dean says, motioning to a crisp, white envolope with my name scrawled on the front of it, sat on the breakfast bar.
I nod at him, not really wanting to have to think what to say to him that won't give away my true feelings, at least not without coffee first.
I boil the kettle and make myself a cup of the magical substance that I have come to rely on lately, amongst other things.
Dean, much to my gratitude informs Spencer that the two of them are going for a run, leaving me to drink my coffee in peace.
I sit in one of the now empty chairs and open the envelope in front of me.
"Brooklyn,
I'm sorry to do this to you and Spencer but I have to get away for a while.
I don't know when I will be back, I need some time to relax and to concentate on myself, for years now I have done everything in my power for you girls but I have reached my breaking point now both my daughters are on drugs.
I'm leaving you in charge, you have a credit card for whatever you and your sister need, please use it wisely.
I love you both,
Love, Mom".
I re-read the letter a few times before the contents of it really sinks in.
The familiar panic sets in.
'Fuck' I say out loud.
I head up stairs to Mom's room and look in her closet, sure that its all a joke and she is just trying to scare me but all of her clothes have disappeared as well as a few other bits like jewellry, shoes and suitcases.
I sink to my knees and the tears that I've been trying to avoid for months now start to fall and I sob loudly.
I curl up in the corner of Mom's room, arms hugging my knees, tears pouring down my face.
I don't know how much time has passed when I hear footsteps coming along the hall, I hold my breath but a familiar face appears in the doorway, looking at me.
Dean sighs and makes his way over to me.
"Brook" he says softly as he crouches down in front of me.
He wipes my tears away, the touch feels like electric.
I sob pathetically, unable to get any words out. Dean plucks the letter out of my hands and reads it in silence.
I watch his eyes widen as he takes the words in.
Neither of us say anything for a minute.
"I'm here okay, I'm not going anywhere" he tells me softly.
Dean tries to pull my close to him in a hug but I push him away and before he can say anything I'm out of the room, I head down the stairs and get into my car, I drive to the only place I have found any solace and comfort lately, however warped it may be.
DPOV
I run my hands through my hair as I stand up. I want things to go back to how they were with me and Brooklyn but she seems somehow different, or maybe its me that's different, either way things between us now are awkward.
I think and hope that she still feels something for me but in true Brooklyn-style she isn't letting herself give in.
Brooklyn has been the love of my life since I was 17 and she was 15, we were both on drugs back then but we both stopped together and got each other through the withdrawals and cravings, we pushed and comforted one another in equal measure.
We spent every free minute we had together, we did everything together and we were never apart for more than a day or two at most so when she broke up to me it came as a shock. The lonliness that came afterwards was overwhelming but having her run from me again feels worse.
I take a deep breath and go and find Spencer. She deserves to know that her Mom has gone away, I wonder if Veronica is going to come back.
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