Brihanna
'The sound of opening doors and loud chattering came from the room next door. The energy that I had felt in my chest, full of excitement and the smile on my face probably big enough to see all my teeth. Not that there was many teeth cause 'All I wanted for Christmas was my two front teeth'. I know cringe.
All though that Christmas was going to be one of my worst so far in my life. Yet I was still a kid and Christmas was still Christmas.
If your wondering way this Christmas was the worst we'll let me tell you
The year before that fateful night, my parents got into a big fight about something that I didn't understand at the time but the one thing I knew for sure was that it had to be bad. Obviously it was bad, my dad was an alcoholic that likes to get into fights and party for gods sake. I can't really be mad though since most 22-year-olds do that shit. I know what you might be thinking '22, but how old were your parents when you were born?' Well dad was 16 and mom was 18. It may sounds bad to you but... Actually, it's as bad as It may sounds. Don't get me wrong both my grandmas were great Mother's and were very disappointed but if it wasn't for them I wouldn't be here and we all know that would have been tragic.
But back to the story....
I was in my room trying to get out of my bed when an ever so annoying, but small and cute, little brother run into my room with a smile bigger than my own. My youngest brother, Jasper waddles into the room with his twin brother, Joseph tagging along with him. Jasper in his blue and Joseph in a green jumpsuit with yellow ducks printed all over it.
Joseph had jumped onto my pink princess bed that my mom brought me the week before. Jasper had followed Joseph's act of jumping up onto my bedtime then borrow in to my side. When we're all on the bed jasper had randomly pulls out some fruit out of his pocket. I mean how didn't I realise he had fruit in his pocket, and I don't mean one or two pieces I mean a whole pocket full, INTO MY ROOM.
"Mamma says fruit in Australia is better than back home" jasper give me the spiky fruit that was rough on my fingers. I remember giving him this discussed face but know me I had eaten it anyway. As I bite into it I had instantly regret it. The inside was juice and slightly sweet, but the outside had a slit taste of dirt. I scrunch up my face in disgust and pulled my head back in disagreement. The twins laugh at my obvious disgust for the taste.
I started to take the outside skin like layer off and eat the snot-like inside trying to not swallow the seed, which was pretty hard, for it was mostly seed.
I loved it in Australia you know. No more dad and mama's fighting, but that also means no more dad. I had missed him every day and all I would ever wish for was that he would love us again, yet I couldn't have gotten it any worse,but no he had to do whatever it was he did and leave us.
"What are you three doing!? You know you aren't allowed to eat in the rooms!" My thoughts wore withdrawn earlier than I had thought. Moms voice drawing my head up to look to the small figure in the doorway.
"If you want to eat, eat in the dining room."
I had start to pout my bottom lip and draw my eyebrows back to create my eyes to look larger then they are usually. I know I can be a spoiled brat most of the time but it was Christmas and if I want to eat in the room then I can.
Mom groans and rolled her eyes. She chuckled under her breath well shaking her head back and forth. A small smile which lifts the corner of her mouth.
"No-"
"But-"
"I said no Britannia-"
"I'm hungry"
That last one was from Joseph. I love my family. They always knew how to light the darkness that my dad left.
After the small argument, I had decided to give up and eat at the dinner table.
As I walked into the living area I get a seems of loss of breath. Everything is so pretty and so bright. The plates set out perfectly.
I turn my head and saw the table formed for the twins and I. Food all perfect and the fruit I was eating in a plate. All different foods from cereal to strawberries. Strawberries. Yum, my favourite. Oh my, Mickey Mouse. There's Tim Tams. Gran always would give them to us when they come to visit. Mom must have seen it in my face since she basically read my mind.
Can I have one?
"No Britannia. No Tim Tams" why? It's Christmas. I wanted to argue but I didn't have time before there was a ring at the door.
All our heads snap to the direction of the door.
who could it be?
What do they want?
Has it got to do with dad?
Why was I having a panic attack over a door bell?
Oh yes, I remember.
When my dad left and his friend come to collect there stuff but end up barging through our door in the looking for him and let me tell you they looked angry.
My small inquisitive head filled with questions.
Mom was the first to snap out of thought and walk up to the door. She takes a deep breath and reached out for the door. Placing it on the handle. My small 6-year-old heart picks up speed every second that went by. She twists the handle and slowly opens the door.
Oh my.
My heart drops. There were policeman at our doorstep.
What's going on? I thought as my heart starts to steady out.
"Mrs Sylvester you are under arrest for the kidnap of Joseph, Jasper and brihannah Sylvester" I didn't even realize I was crying in tell the salty tear falls to the corner of my mouth.
"NO! This is not true there my kids. I can't leave them." Mom broke right in front of my eyes. And like that she was gone. One day the other and the next they're not.
After that, my dad's mother takes us and made us move back to California. I didn't get to say goodbye. She just was gone. They didn't let us go to the case, something about her never seeing us again.
Do I miss her?
Yes
Do I think she did it?
No
Did they believe me?
No
Is that what you wanted to hear?'
"I what to hear what you had seen felt and what you remember hearing." Doctor McCready paused for a minute before speaking again "are you still in denial about the arrestment of your mother?" The question gave me rage. Denial? Mom is innocent. She didn't kidnap us.
The rage got to me.
"She is innocent!" My voice cracked as I speak. I might sound like I haven't had drunken water for years but who gives a fuck!
With that statement, I stand and start to walk to the door.
What does a school counsellor know? You know what?
Fuck this school.
I storm out of the guidance counsellors office. My face probably red with rage. All I see is red. The corridors filled with students that reek of sweat and lockers. The school corridors are like hell. Getting pushed back will the heat of the body's that fill the walkway.
As the crowd starts to die down I take the risk of 'walking' to class. right, it's like playing a football game but you don't wear padding or a helmet. As I take a step in the crowd of people I get the feeling of being watched. And it scares the living shit out of me. As I go in the direction of my class I feel as though all eyes are on me. Yes, you heard it all eyes on me the only cheerleader that doesn't go to party's and wasn't allowed to go shopping with friends in tell last year.
Within seconds my thoughts are cut to an early end.
"Did you hear what Sophie said 'brihannah is moving back to Los Angeles "doesn't that brihannah girl get pregnant and has to move to Los Angeles so she has it with her dad" and even "did you hear the brihannah is going to rehab" really rehab what for? It wouldn't be drugs. Do people think I do drugs? Arrrr. I'm gone to kill Sophie. But how does she know I'm moving back. I only talked about it to me closes of friends.
Good thing I'm leaving tomorrow morning. Can't wait to get out of this shit school and this shit town.
The rest of the day went by faster than I thought and by the time its the end school and about 100 other rumours I go home and get ready to leave.
As I pack my bag I drift into a trans.
'You have his eyes' I never understood what that means since my dad has sea blue eyes., not brown as the only person how had brown eyes in my family was my pop but mom didn't like to talk about him.
And my dad.
I only ever remember meeting him a couple times a week. He didn't even look after us. I had to. I had to look after my brothers ever since Gran died.
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No one will know this but I will say it anyway:
This is a story I started writing about 2 years ago so the lines my not add up.
This story also has not been edited but has been re read,