"Okay, I'll come"
I whispered a shaky thank you to which I heard her reply "I will always come for you, you're my brother." I then hung up the phone and the female officer lead me to wait in the waiting area seen as I had sobered up. I just felt pain now, pain from my lip and from my head but most of all from my heart; it was the latter that was the most painful though.
Not only had I had the love of my life snatched from me but my Mum too. I didn't grow up with her; she left me and my siblings, Liberty, Will and Sienna. I grew up with Liberty and Will and their Dad, Dirk. Sienna grew up with our biological Dad, Patrick. Mum left us all! I grew to forgive her, to love her but now she was gone as well. My Mum, My Texas both forever lost.
A gentle nudge awoke me from my thoughts. I looked up and there stood Sienna. Boy was I glad to see her. I looked at her and I couldn't help but notice the slight redness to her face, she looked like she had been crying.
I spoke quietly "Have you been crying?"
"No, why would you ask that?" she replied, something was off in her voice. She sounded defeated... broken.
"Because your eyes are swollen and red" I answered her.
"I'm... fine" she sighed. "Let's get you home hey"
"Okay, babe let's go" That was my mistake. How could I be so careless? I called her babe. A slip of the tongue... or maybe just my unconscious mind speaking.
If she noticed she didn't say anything, she simply walked ahead of me to the door.
...
We arrived at her car which was parked a little way down the street. It was a small silver hatchback. It suits her I thought to myself.
I stood there staring at nothing in particular.
"Get in then" she said. I did, I got in and we sat there for a while.
I suddenly said "Tell me why you where crying earlier"
She still insisted that she hadn't been but after a bit of persuasion she admitted it, she told me... "Me and Darren spit up, he dumped me"
I was briefly shocked but I quickly recovered.
She sniffed and said "Tell me... how did you end up in here? What did you do?"
"Started a fight" I confessed with guilt. I knew she would be upset about it and I cared about her opinion. Why did I care? I scolded myself.
"Oh... Mark, why? You could have got hurt" she said in a brittle voice, like she was going to break. I hated seeing my sister upset, I hated it so much. Too much. Why did her happiness affect me this much?
I felt horrible. I breathed out a sorry and then she asked "Do you want to stop and grab a coffee or something? We can talk..."