Stranger or Lover?

Chapter 6

James left a couple hours later as he needed to do assignments, and my parents were coming home early. My dad was always travelling because he did fly in fly outs for mining, and he always dragged my mother. They loved each other and they hated being apart, plus mom was a massive fan of travelling so she was always keen to go, I on the other hand, preferred to stay home. It used to be my older brother Jacob and me, but Jacob was in a car accident five years ago, so I have been staying home by myself for years. Sometimes, I think mom can't handle how he was gone and that's why she always went with dad.

Too just get away from it all. He would have been 24 in two weeks. I still remember the day he passed like it was yesterday. I was 14 years old, and was at a talent show because I was in a drama club, and we were all waiting backstage for him to arrive. When he didn't arrive my parents thought he was being a nuisance and said for me not to worry about it, that them being there was enough. I was just about to go on stage when four police officers walked into the dressing room where we were and introduced themselves to my parents.  The one of them walked up to me.

"Hello there, are you Annabelle? I'm Sargent Gabriel Webb."

I may have been young, but I just knew then and there why they were here. I started crying and ran to where my parents were and started screaming at them, telling them to stop lying and tell me where Jacob was. Why he wasn't here already.

"We don't know pumpkin." My father said. Sargent Gabriel then asked us to go somewhere that we could talk privately, and that's where we found out. Jacob had been on the road that my school was on; only five minutes away when a car hit him head on. A drunk driver was behind the wheel and had been doing approximately 100 kilometres when he collided into my brother's motorbike. He had died on the scene. Everything after that was a blur. I was crying and screaming and I kept hitting and kicking things.

That day I not only lost a brother, I lost my best friend. I told him everything. When I was bullied he told them off. He trained with me for soccer. He helped me with my homework. I told him any boy problems. That day I lost him, and I also lost a piece of him myself. Sometimes, I do think mom and dad wished they never had me. I know they don't blame me for it, but I can't help but think; if they hadn't had me, they wouldn't have been waiting for him to arrive at school. So we he wouldn't of been driving that night.

Five years on and I still think about it. We still hadn't touched his room yet. I hated how they kept it there, it always made me think that one day he would rush in the door and give me a big hug. That still hadn't happened yet.