Chapter 4
"I wondered how long it would be before I saw you again Brooklyn" Darren says in his smarmy drawl with a smirk on his face.
"Just give me my usual Wilden and I'll be on my way".
Darren smiles at me in a way that makes me shudder.
When I was first...introduced to Darren I was surprised, god knows why, that he was a dealer. I always thought that the officers in Rosewood were straight up, law abiding citizens but Darren Wilden changed my opinion of them all.
He hands me the small package and I hand a wad of money over to him.
"Stay for a while Brooklyn, we'll take it together" Wilden says pushing his luck.
"No thanks" I say and head out of his house.
I don't want to spend anymore time around him than I have to and I certainly don't want to share my drugs with him.
I get back into my car and drive to Wright Park where I undo the package I've just brought, set up a line on the back of one of my CD cases and snort it before I can talk myself out of it.
I relax in my seat and wait for the magic to happen. For the warm glow to spread through my body.
The warmth begins spreading through me and I decide to leave the park, I drive home and park my car on the driveway but don't go inside, instead I walk in the other direction, the rain drops on my skin feel amazing and I feel the overwhelming urge to keep moving, my whole body feels like its vibrating.
DPOV
Spencer and I have sat in the front room talking for the past couple of hours, it seems like her finding out her Mom has left has made her open up a bit more, I wonder if that's because she feels like she can't talk to her Mom or because she has realised what she has been doing to her Mom and family.
As soon as Spencer went to bed my mind turned to Brooklyn, she left hours ago.
Where is she?
Another hour passes and I decide to go and find her, its 1am now. I drag my coat on and slip my feet into my trainers.
I'm pretty sure I know where she'll be.
It takes me half an hour to walk to the top of the hill where me and Brooklyn used to go when we wanted to get away from everything and everyone else.
"Brooklyn" I call out.
I can't see anything past a couple of feet in front of me, its pitch black all around and completely silent.
I hear a familiar laugh just ahead of me, I walk toward it.
"Brooklyn, its me. Where are you?".
I don't get a reply but I hear Brooklyn laugh again and chattering away to herself. As I get closer to her I see her sat on a patch of grass.
"Brooklyn, what are you doing?".
She's wearing a vest top and shorts, its freezing out here.
Brooklyn looks up at me and laughs but doesn't make any effort to get up or move.
"What are you doing?" I ask her again.
"Just sitting here Dean" she says laughing and suddenly gets up and speed walks away from me. Within seconds she's too far ahead for me to see her so I try and follow the sounds of her footsteps, she must be running now as I can't seem to catch up with her.
"Brooklyn" I call out to her, I run to catch up with her and grab hold of her arm.
"Get off me Dean" she screams at me, her face contorted with anger.
"What's wrong with you?".
Brooklyn screams at me and pushes me away from her and runs off. I run after her but she's faster than me, it surprises me as I always used to have to pace myself so I didn't lap her when we used to go running before.
Brooklyn doesn't stop and before I know it we're in the middle of town, Brooklyn slips and goes down which lets me catch up.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Oh, just thought I'd fall on my ass".
I want to laugh but think better of it.
I look at her sitting there and then it hits me, she's not being herself and I know why.
"What have you taken?" I demand.
She pauses for a second and stares at me.
"What are you on about Dean?".
"Come on Brooklyn, I'm not stupid. Just tell me".
"I have no idea what you are on about" Brooklyn insists as she gets up.
She tries running away, I notice that she's limping slightly, it slows her enough for me to be able to jog alongside her.
"Brooklyn, stop".
"Leave me alone Dean, we are not together anymore so just go away".
It causes my heart to feel like its fallen out my ass.
I stand there for a minute, trying decide whether I should just leave her. She's right, we're not together anymore, we haven't been for almost 3 years now, since Brooklyn broke up for me, she said it was because she didn't love me anymore, I didn't believe it at the time and until now I never did believe it but after the way she has been treating me, cold and distant maybe I need to start believing it.
I can't leave her out here on her own, I know she has taken some sort of drug and anything could happen.
I run in the direction that she headed in and thankfully catch up to her pretty quickly, she's hobbling along now.
I grab her arm again to make her stop and this time I don't let go.
"Brooklyn, please just talk to me".
She sniffles and avoids my gaze. I catch sight of the tears resting on her cheeks.
"Sssh" I pull her against me and wrap my arms around her. I feel her relax in the embrace and it gives me butterflies. I can't help but hope that she feels the way I do.
After a few minutes I pull away and Brooklyn lets me lead her to the nearest bench and we both sit.
"What's going on Brooklyn?".
She doesn't say anything but looks everywhere except in my direction.
"How long have you been using again?".
Brooklyn sniffs again. "About two years I think" she says quietly.
I sigh. "Why?".
Brooklyn shrugs at me.
We sit there talking for a couple of hours before Brooklyn starts complaining that she's cold so we walk back to the house.
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