Alone I'm Broken, But With You I'm Complete [ A Paul love and Imprint story]

Chapter 4 She always, always cared

“What, where is she, what happened”

“Come quick, over here” I said running to where Becky was crying curled up on the dry sand, about a threw steps away from where the danger hazard rocks were.

“Becky sweetie, what happened, what hurts” she asked her voice filled with concern, as she helped her up.

“My arm, it really hurts ” Becky dramatically said in tears.

“It’s alright” my mum had said well she looked over her arm and sow that it was just a tiny scratch, [ she was obviously very lucky, since she didn’t fall on the rocks, she fortunately fell off them ] then she kissed it. “ It’s okay sweetie, it’s alright mummy kissing it better” she told her while kissing it repeating all over.

END OF FLASHBACK FROM MEMORY

Mum always cared for us, always. No matter what it was or even if it was nothing big, just a little thing and had nothing to do with her, she always, always cared, listened or pretended to understand.

FLASHBACK FROM MEMORY

I was six. I had come home crying from school and like any eight years old the reason was really something and nothing . As soon as I got home, I went straight up to mine and beck’s room. I buried myself into the quilt, trying to muffle my sobbing.

Becky loudly came in singing repeatedly in a cheerful tone “Rach, Rachie, Rachie, Rachie” She stopped suddenly, when she realized I was upset. “ Rach what’s up”

I didn’t respond.

“ Rachel”

“Leave”

“What” She told me confused.

“Just get out”

“No it’s my room too, you leave” She said now getting mad, with her arms typically folded against her stomach. Which is now a days know as an angry Rebecca Black .

“GET OUT YOU IDIOT, I HATE YOU” I told her anger just coming from me out of no where.

“WHY YOU BEING SO MEAN, YOU BIG MEANIE”

“JUST GET OUT”

“FINE” She shouted while storming out of the room, as I through a pillow at her back.

“Ooocchh” She yelled dramatically.

I had a threw moment of silence, except for Becky’s crying in the living room before mum came in “Rachel, did you just through a pillow at you’re sister”

“Yes”

“Why” she asked.

It Wasn’t an angry tone. No, no it was more of a gentle, soft tone as if she knew something was up with me.

“I wanted to be alone, but she wouldn’t leave”

“But why, why, she told me she only asked you what was wrong”. She moved towards my bed, with a knowing look on her face. “ What happened hun? Why were you crying when you came home from school?

“I don’t wanna talk about it” there was a pause, before I told her everything “ Sandra said she isn’t my friend anymore, an that she’s never speaking to me again” I told her through my tears.

At that time Sandra Halous was my best friend. We were always friends, then enemies, then back to being friends over nothing. Mum always seamed to care, even after so many times.

“Oh honey, you know she doesn’t really mean it. You too always end up being friends again. Why don‘t we watch Cinderella ” She told me gently putting her arms around me leading me to the couch, were she set up the TV and cuddled up next to me. Which was giving me the comfort I needed.

END OF FLASHBACK FROM MEMORY

I looked around and I realized, I had done it once again. I was at the beach. That’s right, I hadn’t been paying any attention to were I was going, yet again. My wrists were groaning in pain, as the tight plastic handles griped them hard. So I decided to go on the sand and sit in my old favourite spot. Were I used to go for comfort when mum errrr….. died, it was the only place I could really let my own emotions out, with out looking week in front of the others. Because since I was the oldest out of the three of us, I always thought that ment I had to keep the faith, the hope that everything was going to be fine, and we were all going to get through it. But even I didn’t convince myself that.

The spot was my favourite spot, to let my feelings out, because it was the perfect spot. It had everything I needed, the sun was just right, never in my eyes and I was never in the shade and most importantly it was on the quiet part of the beach. The bit that it was just to far for people to walk to, because they couldn’t be bothered to walk that far. I remember it being so peaceful and quiet. The best bit was that there were no syimperfetic or pity faces. Which made it to be the perfect place for me to break down crying.

Suddenly a voice sounded “ erm, are you alright” A voice said, sounding as if it was far away bringing me back to reality.

“Yeh, er fine thanks” I said looking up and then back down. Because I was trying to be polite, since mum always used to tell us kids, that it was rude not to be looking at someone when they were talking to you or you were talking to them.

But when I did, I did a double take back.