I Used To Know (GirlxGirl) ~On Hold ~

Prologue

Brooklyn

"Hey honey, are you ready?" My dad leaned down until our heads were aligned. His blue eyes met my green ones. How could I respond? My mum had died a year ago and now my dad was going to remarry someone I didn't even know. Did he forget about mum already? I could tell that he was worried for me, he rubbed my petite shoulders and gave me a reassuring smile. "It'll be okay. You will love them."

I was only 8 years old so I didn't comprehend what he was meaning by them. A nod was all it took for him to grab my hand and lead me to the car. I sat at the back, my arms by my side as I looked out the window at my house that wasn't going to be my house anymore. A giant for sale sign jabbed deep in the ground, as if saying there was no backing out.

I slumped back into my seat and huffed. Even if this lady, who was going to be my mum - well step mum - was nice, she will never be able to replace my real mum. Never.

I leaned my back against the seat and rested my head on the stretched seat belt that wrapped itself around my small body. The sound of the rhythmic whooshing cars out in the road made my eyes gradually close until I dozed to sleep.

I wasn't paying attention to the time. To me it felt like a 10 minute drive but in actuality it was 3 hours. My dad woke me up with his terrible singing. He was tapping the steering wheels with the tip of his fingers as he drove around a round about. His head was swaying with the music.

He seemed to be really ecstatic. I like seeing him happy, he deserved it after everything that had happened. After my mum had passed, he was all broken down, using alcohol (but not to an extent) and his work as comfort. I was equally hurt, I refused to eat, cried to sleep but to see him like that, I needed to grow up faster for his sake.

However I still acted like kid. I did kid stuff, played with toys, and at that moment even though i could have easily ignored it, I felt the need to drone the horrible sound out by covering my ears with my small sweaty palms and repeatedly say, "la la la la", over and over again.

My dad guffawed at my childish doings. He threw his head back in amusement. "Sounds like you like my singing, Brooky. Don't worry I'll sing louder for you." I puffed. He was a horrible person. I was kicking the back of his seat, annoyed. His voice was making me cringe.

I was in the verge of screaming until he finally stopped. I shrunk in my seat, feeling the car slow down into a halt. "Are we here?" I asked. Of course we were. He opened his door and jumped out of the car, then opened my door and lifted me up in his arms. I wrapped my small arms around my dad's neck tightly. "Don't drop me, okay."

I didn't like being carried. Out of the fear of falling, I always used my pair of legs. But, I rarely got a moment like this so I wanted to take advantage of it. He gave me a nod as I rested my chin on the crook of his neck. The stubbles on his face made me itch but I didn't mind. I felt him smile against me - it was a good type of smile.

I quickly turned my head around to see what he was looking at.

A beautiful young lady stood out on the porch, wearing a blue summer dress. Her face beamed with happiness as she saw my dad walk towards her. She waved. Was she waving at me? I snapped my head back around and hid my face in my dad's neck, causing him to sigh softly. When we reached the steps, my dad put me down back onto my feet. He grabbed my hand and led me to the pretty woman who was staring at me with a smile on her flawless face.

"Hello there. Aren't you a cutie?" She said bending down to pat my head. I pulled away before she could touch me. Her smile was now lopsided but I could still see generosity in her eyes.

"Sorry, love. She's just shy that's all." My dad excused as he took the tall woman into an embrace and kissed her on the cheek.

"It's fine." She shot me a small smile, clasping her hands together. Then, her eyes shot wide as if she remembered something. "Summer! Yes! I'll go get her right now." She walked through the open double doors into the house where she disappeared in a room.

I look up at my dad, who was tightly holding my hand. "Who's Summer, dad?" I asked, curiously.

"She's your new little sister, Brooky," Dad replied without looking at me. His eyes were glued to the doors waiting for a certain someone or people to come out. My mood lightened up. So Summer was my sister. My baby sister, I thought at that moment. I've always wanted a baby sister.

Us, father and daughter were still standing outside, waiting in anticipation. The lady - my new mum - had finally come back outside but to my dismay, she wasn't carrying a baby with her but instead was holding a little girl's hand. She looked about my age, or maybe just a little bit younger.

"This is Summer, Brooklyn. She's going to be your little sister from now on so you better take good care of her. You are the oldest," My dad instructed taking the girl, Summer's hand in his big ones. She held out a hand for me to shake. She was very nervous by the look of it. She was swinging her legs awkwardly waiting for me to shake her hand.

I didn't move. I didn't want to shake her hand. I didn't know her. It seemed that she got the message since she retracted her hand back but unexpectedly she stepped closer to me, way too close for my comfort and lunged at me, giving me the biggest hug ever. "Nice to meet you," She cheerfully said. I couldn't help but giggle at her cuteness. "Let's be friends."

For some reason, my face and my entire mood had lightened up and now I was skipping along the hallway, holding a girl I had just met a few minutes ago' hand.

And I didn't plan to ever let it go.

***

2 happy years had passed and I had finally turned of age with two digits in it. Everything had been fine until recently, when my dad and I had to move out because of my dad's job and my mum had to stay for her job, separating me and Summer. It was horrible of them to do that but I couldn't really change their mind. I was only 10. Summer being 9 was also not going to help.

My dad and I left after my 10th Birthday. We now live in a medium sized flat in Georgia, using only the tv, books and work to pass the time.

From that day, I started to count everyday we spend in this place away from mum and Summer and count the days we have left until we see them again. It was going to be a long time but i can wait.

My dad works every time now so even during the holidays we couldn't visit them. And I barely got to see him anymore as well.

On the good side, counting that much helped me in my new school with my maths. My teachers call me 'the mathematician' which I think is a good thing, right?

I smiled looking down at the tiny rubber charm bracelet on my wrist. My little sister's name was engraved on my half of the heart and she had my name on hers. I could still remember me and Summer's promise to each other. 'Even after many days apart, we'll always be best friends. We will always be the super duo and no one will stand between us.'

And I never plan to break that promise.