Brooklyn had gotten up, I was dressed and ready to go, but she still sat in her pyjamas at 12:30. I made her a cup of tea, her smile beamed across the room. The beauty her face contained was surreal, how could someone be so beautiful and not know it? Her eyes shone grey in the light, I loved how they changed. Like a chameleon to its background, her eyes to the light; different shades of perfect.
I walked over and gave her a kiss on the lips, the sweet taste of tea lined them.
"You ok babe" she asked me, yesterday was shit, but today I felt happy for once.
"Yes, as long as I have you" I sounded way too cliché. It was completely true though, I'm honest and I only say what I mean. She smiled at me, probably because of what I had just said, the pathetic words that had left my mouth.
"Come here" Brooklyn pulled me in towards her and kissed me, I felt a hot rush down my spine.
There was a loud sudden knock on the door, I don't have many friends and my family don't really visit; who the hell is it.
"Don't answer it" I whispered to Brooklyn as she went towards the door. Then a booming voice cut off my words.
"It's the police, open up" a man's voice echoed outside the door.
"Shit, what the fuck!" I tried to keep my voice as low as possible.
"This is mum, Lo come here" Brooklyn and I crouched down in the corner, keeping as quiet as a mouse. She cupped my face, tears down my face as I knew that I could be in trouble.
"Look, I will get my stuff together. I have bits here and I will get some money somehow. I will get the train somewhere, a seaside town, somewhere small" her words echoed more than the officers, I knew what she wanted to do, but had to ask again what she meant.
"Look if I go and the police come here, I won't be here and you won't be in trouble. Trust me." I trusted her, but I didn't want her to leave. I might not see her ever again.
"No, we can figure this out. I will come with you" what was I saying? I had work and my reputation. I loved the girl though I'd do anything to be with her.
"Lorraine, stop! It will be ok" she kissed me on the forehead and started to get ready. The police had gone and Brooklyn was soon to be gone. Her bag had been packed, all her things in one back pack she left here once. She hadn't got much, it was really nothing; I was scared.
"Here" I handed her money I had stored in a pot, that I kept in one of the cupboards.
"It's in case of an emergency and I have nothing left. Take it" I handed it to her, there was around eight hundred pounds.
"No, Lorraine" Brooklyn tried giving it back, but I could easily replace that sort of money. Brooklyn was loaded herself, but she couldn't exactly get it.
"I will try and sneak into mine, mum will be at work. I can get my card and draw it all out, just so they can't trace me" Brooklyn had it all planned out and I had to go along with it, we really didn't have a choice.
"Ok, but all of the money? You will definitely get mugged" my joke wasn't funny and there was some truth to it. She side eyed me and then rolled them, her hand touched mine.
"Bye Lo, I love you" her words hurt like a bitch. I couldn't say anything except "I love you too" and then she was gone. I sat with a glass of white and coloured in my sofa with cold tears. I couldn't believe she was gone, all the fighting all we had done to make it work, was now sailing on a broken boat. I left my house to get some fresh air, I needed it. I felt like I'd been cooped up like a chicken for way too long. The air was crisp, one of those rainy days that drew self portraits on the floor. I had a coat on as the air was crisp and chilly. I had a river near mine, so I walked along there, watching the ripples of water crash against the side. I wanted to drift away like the unwanted crisp packets floating along. Pollution is a shit thing, relationships are shit period. I need a doctor and some ace pills; antidepressants. In a way I felt guilty, because I felt relieved. I was relieved that I wouldn't get into trouble, did that make me selfish? I am a selfish sod, nasty at times, sometimes I avoid the mirror completely. It's a good thing Brooklyn got away, got away from me. Stop feeling sorry for yourself Lorraine! I am a pathetic excuse for a human being, this situation is bringing my hidden self hatred out. I wonder where she is? Where she's gone and if she has a warm roof over her head. Too many worries, just concentrate on the river I thought. It was overcast and pretty dark, but it was actually beautiful. My phone was ringing, an unknown number. I put the phone to my ear, my hands like icicles, the phone nearly slipping from my grip.
"Hello?" I really had no idea who was going to answer on the other end.
"Lo! It's me" Brooklyn's husky voice replied
"Hey! How are you, where are you" I wanted to know all.
"I'm in Norfolk, a seaside town called Yarmouth. It's small, but nice. I am in a BnB at the moment, it's lovely. I'm just glad you're ok. You can come visit me, no one knows me here" her excitement shining through, she seemed happy.
"Yeah of course" I tried to stay as upbeat as her, fooling people was something I did regularly.
"Have the police been again?" She asked
"No, I'm actually out at the moment. Needed air" my voice still light and airy, hopefully she couldn't tell I was dying on the inside.
"Oh good, hopefully they won't bother you, but at least I'm not there" she seemed happier than normal, like a weight had been lifted.
"Ok, I better go, on a pay phone" I wanted to hold her, for her to hold me. Why? Why am I saying goodbye twice in one day? I stood alone my phone back in my pocket, dreading the thought of going home. It was raining, my perfect curls straight and dark. I was soaked to the core, the water running off of my cold face. I didn't know where to go, Sonia didn't live that far from me. It's not far to walk, I can't go home and I can't be bothered to drive. That sounded silly, can't be bothered to drive?! Yet I can be bothered to walk all the way. I'm more messed up than I thought, well the fresh air might do me some good. I walked along the river till I came to a slope that attached the mud path, to a concrete path. The walk was nice, the rain hitting the cars and windows, the sounds bouncing around. There wasn't many people around, but I looked a bit of an idiot without an umbrella. The shops I passed were closed, some take away places were open. The street lights started to flicker on, the dark approaching. I was nearly there, still walking with my heels on; I'm stupid. I got to a block of flats, council flats. I offered to pay for something a little more upmarket for Sonia, but she refused. I pay her rent, it's the least I can do. She has a job, a part time job in the city. I miss her, we were close when we were little, then it fizzled out as we grew; the way we grew as people. We are two completely different people, you wouldn't know we were sisters by looking at us. I have a lot of respect for her, even if I never show it. I guess our relationship took its toll when our mum was put in a home, I made sure it was a lovely home, but I never visit. In a way I leave the emotional bits to Sonia, she has a bigger heart.

I arrived at the front door, a lift to floor three and I was there. I was scared, scared to even say hello. I knocked, I have no idea where my confidence came from, but it decide to show.
The door creaked open, the kind of sound when the door is too heavy to open and it sticks to the frame.
"Hey" I said quietly
"Blimey what happened to you!? Did you walk all the way here?" Sonia pulled my wet coat in and along came me with it.
I nodded, what else could I do. I hadn't spoken since Brooklyn left. There was no one to talk to and I had nothing to say anyway.
"Here lets get those wet clothes off" she pulled me into her bedroom, making sure I stood and didn't sit. Sonia pulled out a long t shirt, it was quite baggy.
"I will run you a hot bath" her warm grin softened my tense shoulders.
The hot bath soothed my aching legs, the cuts hurting still, but they had scabbed over. I ran bubbles over the cuts, to disguise them; they looked disgusting. I emerged from the water, only to realise I had to let Sonia know everything. She had only given me a t shirt, my legs would be on show. She's my sister, surely she would understand.
I plucked up the courage to leave the bathroom and head to the sitting room where Sonia was.
"Hey" I stood behind one of the sofas leaning onto the back of it. My legs were hidden behind the sofa, but I wanted to say something before she could ask.
"Hey, can we talk. There's something I need to tell you"
"Yeah of course, anything. What's up?" My sister really did have a heart of gold, her face made me feel at ease and I spilled everything.
"Oh Lo, come ere" her cockney accent shining through.
We hugged till I couldn't breathe, it was nice to have human contact. We sat and watched TV, ice cream and chocolate at the ready. I needed the sugar rush, I needed to scoff crap. The crap slid down my throat easily, without hesitation.
"Hey do you wanna watch Miss Congeniality?" Sonia was a fan of those stupid chick flicks, I preferred the dramas and Sci-Fi films. If you were to look at me walking down the street, you wouldn't have guessed I loved Sci-Fi, but I do love an alien or two.
"Yeah go on then" I smiled, but I can't stand those types of films.
We had gotten an hour into the film, me still scoffing, when there was a knock at the door.
"Who the bloody hell, at this time too" Sonia getting up from the sofa to answer the door.
"It's probably some crack head, wanting to know if you'd like to buy some smack" I laughed at my own joke, but Sonia didn't look impressed.
"If I thought like that, I'd never answer the door" she got closer to the door
"Yeah, well, don't say I didn't offer" my offer of a nice home in a nice and safe neighbourhood still stood.
The door shut and Sonia came back into the living room, but not alone.
"Lo this police officer wants a chat" those words, my stomach, the lump in my throat.
"Hello Miss Donnagen, we have come to believe, that you may know the whereabouts of Brooklyn Lerenn" I stared him in the pupils, trying to make out I had nothing to hide. With a warm smile,
"I honestly couldn't tell you, I haven't heard from her. You can search my house if you'd like?"
"That won't be necessary, but her mother did say you had a close relationship with her daughter. Some would say a little too close" his tone changed and his eyes widened, I was only guilty of one thing; falling in love.
"Well it's not what her mother thinks, we are two girls who are upper class and have more in common than Dawn French and Jennifer Saunders. It's merely a close friendship, she felt like she hadn't got anyone to relate to. Her mother is constantly at work and I first met her in a bar, anyone would think a girl in a bar was at least twenty" the last sentence was true, but the rest was total bullshit. I didn't want to ruin myself, so lies were the best thing I had.
"Ok, that will be all Miss Donnegan. Thank you for your time" he took down my details and that was that, he also gave me a number to call if I saw her. Of course I knew where she was, but it would ruin everything. I thought to myself it was the perfect time for a holiday, somewhere with a beach; maybe Yarmouth.