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Chapter 2 London

I couldn't believe he left me, my shock turned to sadness which then turned to anger and I began to hate my brother. I stood there in the middle of the living room hating him but wanting him back at the same time. I needed him how could he leave me?
"For gods sake sitting there ain't gonna bring him back!" I stared at the awful woman sat on the sofa drinking chardonnay whilst picking grime out from behind her yellow fingernails and suddenly understood why he left. "This is all your fault." She narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth to retaliate but I interrupted her which caught her by surprise. "He left because of you and the way you treated him now he's never coming back!" I had to stop talking because my sobs were so strong I could hardly breathe forget speak I shook and retched and ran to my room I curled up in my bed and screamed into my pillow.

I waited a year for him to come back he never did. It was the worst year of my life mum didn't make it any better she was awful and made me cry at least 10 times a day. I knew if I was him I'd never wanna come back but everyday I woke up and hoped today would be the day he came home. That's how I coped I was filled with endless hope that he was coming home. It took a whole year for me to realize he was never returning that's when it dawned on me he was gone I'd never see him again. I lay in bed
staring at the ceiling I felt like part of me was missing it hit me if he wouldn't come to me I would go to him. I grabbed my rucksack and put in to sets of clothes and extra underwear, I changed into my favorite jeans and top packed my toothbrush and toothpaste, my hairbrush, my phone and my old teddy bear. My dad gave me bear when I was born and I grew up with him being my favorite teddy. He was the only toy I got to keep all my others were taken away when we lost all our money. I looked through my battered set of draws for things to pack and added several things that could come in handy. When I was finally ready I found myself looking at Lucas's draws still full of his things from when he left. I didn't want to touched it all looked so peaceful he had folded everything neatly into place almost to perfection then I noticed a disturbance in the perfection like something has hurriedly been hidden underneath everything waiting to be found. I reached under the neat piles and felt for the hidden object. A sharp edge of card scratched my fingers and I pulled it out the draw. A tacky postcard with battered edges sat in my hands with a picture of a city with a church tower with a big clock, a huge palace and several office buildings. The postcard at first made no sense then I turned it over and read the single word on the back and suddenly I understood. The black word scribbled hastily on the back of the postcard was where I could find Lucas. Lucas was in London.