Chance✔️

Chapter 16: Brooklyn

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How dare she! Myliey Rosettor tried to kill me that day, I know it. It might have been a joke or maybe it was actually an accident, but nevertheless, she had a loaded gun in her hand and her finger on the trigger. Why didn't she just put the gun down? She was well aware that the gun was loaded, there's no doubt about that. She shot my best friend's boyfriend too, and God forbid if he hadn't have jumped in front of me, I'd probably be dead right now. Kyron was shot in his chest, as he dived over me. The gun was pointing at my head but Kyron's awkward but life-saving dive left his chest protecting my head. I'm ever so grateful for Kyron- I probably wouldn't be here right now because you're more likely to survive a gunshot to the chest rather than the head, apparently.

Right now I'm sitting in our dorm. I'm sat next to Ashlyn as she sobs wearing Kyron's hoodie and putting the right sleeve in her mouth. She takes it out and there's spit all over it, tears running down her face. Kyron got shot just over a week ago, yet now she's missing him the most she has all week. We're all allowed to go and see him tomorrow, and last night we got a phone call from the hospital saying that he was fully awake and alert. He went into surgery the night it happened, to try and seal up the wound. Long story short, the surgery went well and he's recovering quickly now. Myliey got sent to 'a kid's jail,' you could say, yesterday. She's gotta stay there for 2 months, but I don't know if we'll stay here and wait for her to come out, or if we'll go back to New Zealand. Whether it was an accident or not, I hate that girl. She intended to kill, I'm sure of it. She was acting like a child, so I believe she should've gotten an adult's sentence. It makes sense to me; she's 15. She clearly knew that the gun was loaded, and she shouldn't have mockingly stepped forward towards me, whilst her finger was on the trigger of a loaded gun. If I think about it, it's all a little strange that Harold Loffy new about those dead bodies. He knew there were things in the basement so why didn't he say anything about them? That seems a little suspicious to me, or maybe it's just the detective side of my brain thinking too hard. Maybe not, I don't know.

Ashlyn leans over to me and whispers, 'I love you,' in my ear. I kiss her on the cheek and give her a hug. She starts to break down in my arms but there's literally nothing I can do. We're all extremely angry at Myliey; even Jamie is. That's because she tried to shoot his girlfriend- me. I still can't believe she did it; maybe she was having some sort of hallucination or she was maybe turning psychotic. Whatever she was doing, I hope she gets psychological help. She needs it, I think. I'm holding Ashlyn close to me, sat on the sofa in the living room of our little dorm. It's all gone so quiet. There were once 5 of us but now there's only 3. I still can't believe this whole situation. I give Ash one more big, long hug before letting go. Jamie is walking towards me and I stand up to hug him. I kiss him on the lips for around a good 3 seconds or so, before pulling myself away from him.

"Woah, you're brave," I hear Ash say from around 4 feet below me; on the sofa. She's wiping her tears and her voice is stiffly. "Kyron and I haven't had a proper kiss for more than maybe a second?" She tells Jamie and I.

"Kyron's a good guy, Ash. You should definitely kiss him for longer,"Jamie says.
Ash starts crying again, realising that Kyron's still in hospital.
"I know," she mumbles, wiping her tears again. I sit back on the sofa, Jamie walks off and I give Ash another huge hug. I do feel bad for her, I'm upset for her. As I said, I wish there was something I could do for Ashlyn, but there's not much I can do. I feel like a really bad best friend now- all I can do is hug her to try and make her feel a bit better. It's around 10pm and Jamie offers to make us all toast before we go to bed. He says he thinks we need an early-ish night. I wasn't doing that for my friends at 13, quite frankly, I didn't really have any friends at all.

Until I met Ashlyn, I spent most of my time alone. Moving in and out of foster homes; in and out of different cities and schools, it was really hard to make friends anyway, never-mind the fact that I've always been quite anti-social in the first place. And before Jamie, I'd never felt love like this before. I'd had a couple of boyfriends back in like year 4, but they were nothing special. I didn't even have parents to love me: no family, actually. My latest foster carers seemed like they were a little bit interested in me but I still never felt like I was their child. I just felt like I was in a random home getting fed, not being loved. I felt like no foster family that I went to actually loved me, they were just happy that they were getting paid to look after me. Ironically, some families didn't even manage to look after me properly, and I was taken away from them by the government. Crofley's has changed my life for the better in so many ways, the main one being that I'm not in foster care anymore. Another one being that I've met Jamie- and felt loved.

"Here you go, lovely ladies." Jamie comes out with some toast for the two of us- Ashlyn and I. I am starving but Ash doesn't seem so interested in the toast.
"Thanks," she says, sounding miserable, sad and ungrateful. "But why did you call me lovely lady?" She questions. 
"You're gorgeous, the both of you. I'm trying to cheer you up, Ash. You're my girlfriend's best friend so of course I'm going to be your friend and be nice to you." I know that normally Ash would find this extremely weird as Jamie's her ex-foster brother, but she just replies back to him saying, "Oh, thanks Jamie. You're my mate too." He nods and walks back into the kitchen, winking at me specifically as he walks out of the living room. I blow him a kiss and then turn my head, looking at Ash. She's looking me dead in the eye with those gorgeous hazel-green irises. She leans her head onto my shoulder and shuts her eyes. She hasn't eaten her toast, and the bedroom's in the other room. She normally loves toast when I make it so maybe it's Jamie's bad cooking (which I don't think is bad) or maybe she's just upset and tired. I rest my head onto hers and my eyes start to slowly shut.

I'm half-asleep, and I can see a dark figure enter the living room. It can only be Jamie, but my brain's telling me that it's not. As I said, I'm half-asleep, so I don't know what's going on. I peer through one half-opened eye and see a teenage boy glancing over me. He has a blanket in his hands that he just picked up from the armchair across the room and gently places it over me. He leans on top of me, gently strokes my cheek and then kisses it. "Goodnight, sweetie. I love you." My eye shuts itself and my head hangs lower onto Ash's. I mouth back, 'I love you.' And I vaguely watch the figure walk away.

I wake up and wonder where in the world I am. Oh yeah, last night I fell asleep on Ash, didn't I? I slowly lift my head up and I knock Ash's head with my shoulder. As I sit up, she falls down behind me, and startles herself. She then sits up, astounded, and shakes her head, looking around. I stretch the living daylight out of my arms and stand up to stretch my legs too. Jamie comes running in the room screaming, "Morning, Ash! Morning, darling!" He runs across the room and then back to the other side, towards the kitchen. What is wrong with him? "Big news! Big news! Big news!" He's shrieking.
"Jay, what's up?" I ask him, utterly confused.
"Omg Brooke! Ash! Get dressed, quickly!"
"What's up? Jamie, we've only just woke up. Give us a break will 'ya?" Ash asks, yawning. "We're supposed to be going to see Kyron in a few hours," She tells JC.
"No, wait," he says, "Crofley's has rang. There's more evidence for the KK (Koolsbelle Killers) case. We need to go back to the party venue and meet a new detective. He's the deputy head detective of the whole of Britain and he works for Harold Loffy. He has more information for us that could be usef-"
"No, you wait. Jamie, I am not going back to the place where I nearly died, nearly lost my best friend and watched my boyfriend get shot. Where I watched my boyfriend be resuscitated. Uh-uh." Ash says, shaking her head. I don't mind if we go back. That does sound pretty cool; new evidence. As long as we don't go back into the dungeon, we'll be fine- I think.
"Hey, Ash," I start to tell her what I was just thinking, "If we don't go back into the basement, we should be okay, right?"
"Eh, I don't know." She replies, her voice sounding weary and a little shaky.
"You'll be fine," Jamie interrupts, "Trust me, this will be good. This is actually going to be the start go out first crime. It's just the 3 of us, but until those 2 are ready for fighting crime again, we'll be able to do it on our own. Come on girls, we can solve the KK crime with no problem at all."
"Hm, I guess," I say.
"Chop-chop, get dressed and let's go. We've got half an hour. We'll be with this new detective for 2 hours and then we can go and see Kyron. It's only 8 am now so we have plenty time. We don't know his name yet, but it'll be nice to meet him. Let's go!"

Ok, this doesn't sound too bad now. I nod my head, slap my thighs and raise myself from my seat. I go to get dressed and then I see Ashlyn hiding in the wardrobe.
"Are we actually going to do this?" She asks me.
"Yeah, sure. Why not?"
"Um, I don't know. I'm just a bit scared. After what happened last time, I'm not sure if I want to go back."
"Come on," I grab her and take her out of my room. "Now, go and get dressed in your own room. I'll see you in a while."
"Ok, maybe this won't be too bad," I hear her talking to herself, "If we can solve this crime, our lives will be figured out, for the most part."
Haha, yes Ashlyn! I don't reply, but wow. She's changed her mindset quickly. She's right though, once we solve this crime, we can go back to New Zealand and live the stress-free life that was practically promised as we walked into our mansion. Let's just hope this all goes smoothly.

Brooke x