I didn't even bother to have a bath or shower, yes I had both, I have money. I remembered nothing of the night, just awaking to opened tins of tuna, why did I opt for tuna? I stared blankly and confusingly at the tin, trying to make sense of such a small detail. I then cleaned up my place, something I never liked doing, but it really did look a mess. Cleaning helped clear my mind for at least forty five minutes, but the pain slowly crept up behind me, like a shadow in the sun. I leant over with my elbows touching the work tops, I just watched the drip from the tap fall to the sink, the more I watched, the louder it got. I suppose it was time to face it, face what's bothering me, face her.

I asked her to come round, I needed to talk things over with her. It was nearly 4pm and she still wasn't here, we said 3:45 and I liked people to be precise. I kept mumbling to myself, why say 3:45 when it's now bloody four. I was about to give up, when I could hear a faint knock on the door. I went to the door and looked through the spy hole, you can never be too careful. It was Brooklyn, standing there like a shy kid, but that's just it, she's just a kid.

I let her in, my face emotionless and bitter. I don't know whether she could tell I was pissed off, probably, well I was. We walked into my living room, both sitting down on the sofa, I didn't know what to say. Our bodies so tense and even though not even a metre apart, it felt like our bodies were in two different continents.

"Look Lorraine, I didn't mean to lie, I just, I.." Brooklyn's voice broke and she ended up looking away from me.

"How could you tell me you were 20?! We met in a bar, you look older!" I couldn't contain my anger any longer, I ripped into her so hard. We were both now crying, I could even cry in front of her, that's how much I trusted her!

"Lorraine, I love you y'know" her tears clogging up the back of her throat. This was the first time she had said that to me, she looked straight in my eyes and there's no way she was lying. How was I supposed to say it back, I'm shit with emotions and I'm normally forced to put myself in a mask.

"Brooklyn, I, I..." I trailed off to the look of disappointment in her eyes, but I looked back at her and then out of the blue

"I love you too Bickie" how stupid did I sound, Bickie was my lame nickname for her, but that's not what surprised me, I said 'I love you'.

Next thing you know our lips were touching, caressing the other's, her soft pink lips on mine once again. It had felt like forever since I last kissed her, but this felt different, it felt like it really meant something. Her hand on the back of my neck pulling me in closer, how close did she want me to be? Our eyes closed, noses touching, lips wild. The way she kissed me, was the best I'd ever had, so passionate. We soon moved into the bedroom, both struggling to even make one foot in the door due to still kissing each other. I stopped for a moment, smiled cheekily and grabbed her hand. I pulled her into my bedroom without a second thought, her biting her bottom lip knowing what was literally around the corner. We both fell to the bed, hitting it softly, me on her. She was fumbling with my shirt, I wasn't dressed fancy, I was cleaning earlier. She seemed to get frustrated at the fact the buttons weren't undoing quickly enough, so I started to help her. My shirt was off, bare skin with her hands all over. My bra laced with black, her clothes were already off, she looked so hot in her matching white underwear. Soon our whole bodies were bare, skin to skin. I softy kissed her Cupid bow lips, biting down on her bottom lip, tongues then touching. I laid more soft kisses down her neck, down to her collar bone, watching her chest rise and fall. Breathing became heavier as she felt the touch of my fingers. Lightly grabbing the sheets, faster, gripping harder. My hands now on her thighs, tight, digging my nails lightly into her silky skin. I was now in-between slowly up and down, the same rhythm as her body rising. I looked up at her, smiling she looked so beautiful. In that moment I didn't care that she was young, we were making love, something I've never experienced. I got gradually faster, her breath now turning into loud moans, screams. "Lorraine!" I heard as I pulled her in more towards me, making sure I tasted every part of her. Her hands now turning white as she grabbed the sheets even harder. Her body started shaking, twitching, her moans now at the loudest I'd ever heard them, then with another arch to her back she came. Her breathing started slowing down, her panting turning me on. I moved up towards her face and kissed her hard on the lips.

"Fuck Lorraine" she could barely get a word out, her breath still trying to become regular. I smiled warmly at her and laid beside her. She really did look beautiful, even if we were both covered in a thin layer of sweat. Her hair tangled, but still looked perfect to me. I took hold of her hand, propped myself onto one of my elbows and stared at her beauty.

"What are you looking at?" She giggled with a slight concerned tone in her voice

"Nothing" and with that I kissed her and once again told her I loved her, what was I becoming? I never let my walls down, even for my sister, yet she was breaking through and it's the best feeling in the world.

I woke to her watching me, I smiled and she stroked the front of my hair behind my ear. Her touch was soft and made me tingle all over, goosebumps surfacing my skin. The sun seeping thought the curtains onto her face, the glow made her look as though she was an angel. I didn't regret anything, I don't regret anything. Last night ended too quickly, but I reassured myself that this wasn't going to be a one time thing. I really loved her, I was slowly getting used to me saying it or even thinking it, but I always had the urge to let her know. We stayed glued to that same spot for a few hours more, I called in sick, I didn't care. Brooklyn brought out the wild side in me that I hadn't seen for years. I used to be fun and laid back, but those were the school days. I liked how she made me feel so at home, so at ease and I knew she loved me, it was in her eyes.

Lorraine woke up from remembering, smiling at the thought of good memories, of course they hurt, but it was good to look back. Lorraine hadn't even eaten her snacks, she had no appetite from worrying. She had now become tired of sitting on some swings and told herself to get a grip. Lorraine got off of the swings and back into her car, sitting for a moment before driving. It felt like a roller coaster being in her car, all her emotions running up as down. Finally there stood the gates to Waterloo Road, here she was again.

Before Lorraine knew it, she was walking up the stairs to the entrance of the school, she had no idea why she wanted to come back. She tried putting her thoughts to the back of her mind, but they still nagged at her brain. Lorraine was soon walking to the office, but a gut instinct made her want to go to the PRU, she needed Nikki. It was the last lesson of the day, Lorraine had been gone all those hours and it only felt like minutes. Lorraine got to the door leading in to the PRU, she opened the door and asked Nikki if she could have a word. Nikki told the students to carry on with their work and left the room along with Lorraine.

"Hey Nik, I just needed to talk" Lorraine's eyes glazed with a slight hint of sadness.

"Hey, what's up?" Nikki rested her hand on Lorraine's arm and squeezed it tightly.

"I, I just, I've had a rough day and I bet I look about 50" Lorraine giggled, knowing Nikki would respond with a compliment

"You never look bad, you look good. To me" Nikki looked down at the floor like an embarrassed teenager and asked again what was wrong.

"I don't know what to..." Lorraine felt the room spin a little, she grabbed onto the wall to steady herself.

"Lorraine! Are you ok?" Nikki now concerned watching the frail woman wobble.

"Yeah, yeah I'm..." Lorraine didn't get to finish her sentence, she collapsed to the floor, her blonde curls covering her face. Nikki fell down beside her and tried waking her up, it wasn't working. Nikki ran into the PRU

"Rhiannon! Go get Mr Byrne, now!" Nikki now desperate to get help, she then ran back out to where Lorraine was on the floor. Nikki had tears in her eyes, she was worried to the point of shaking.

"Lorraine please wake up" she moved Lorraine's curls out of her face and grabbed her phone from her pocket.

"Can I have an ambulance please. Hurry!" Nikki tried not to drop her phone, her voice laced with worry and she felt slightly sick. Mr Byrne soon heard the news of what happened and came to sit by Lorraine's side and waited patiently for the ambulance to arrive. Even he couldn't keep worry at bay, his face frowned and concerned. He's know Lorraine for years, yet never seen her like this, it hurt.

The ambulance soon arrived, Michael and Nikki still by Lorraine's side. It was the end of the day and hardly any pupils were in school. The paramedics put an oxygen mask on Lorraine and wheeled her away on a stretcher. Michael told Nikki to go in the ambulance with her and he would follow behind in his car. Nikki had just gotten in the ambulance, sitting by Lorraine now fully crying. Not many pupils left, but one in particular caught Lorraine in the corner of her eye. Brooklyn rushed towards Michael and asked what had happened.

"Look Brooklyn, get home and don't worry" Michael tried to calm Brooklyn down, but she knew it was Lorraine in the back of the ambulance.

"Brooklyn go home!" Michael shouted, so Brooklyn wondered off out of the gates and didn't care where she ended up