I Used To Know (GirlxGirl) ~On Hold ~

Chapter Two

Brooklyn

The moon was still in the sky when I arose but was now accompanied by the beaming sun. I rolled myself over onto my back, head pounding, body aching and let out a small yawn making something squirm beside me.

I peered my eyes open- sneering at the ray of light that entered into my line of vision through a small crevice in the curtains. My eyes expanded as the sudden flashbacks of yesterday's night drooled over me.

Jennifer was still moving, however since she didn't make a sound herself, I assumed she was still deep in her slumber.

I propped myself up, trying my hardest to make minimum sound as possible. Guilt and regret bit me like a snake as I discreetly grabbed my clothes from the floor and left the room without checking up on her. Too scared to wake her up. I had unconsciously held my breath the whole time. Only after I was completely out of harm was I able to release the collected air from my lungs.

My back was against the wall as I slid down until I was sitting with my legs apart. A sad sigh left my lips. I was a bad friend.

I was stuck between telling her and not feeling her. Unsure of the answer, I dressed myself in the deserted hallway, ruffling my hair as I contemplated on what I had done.

Fuck me. How can I do such a thing to my best friend... And like it?

Hearing slight movements through the walls, without hesitating, I bolted out of the house- too afraid of what I would face.

I banged my head on the steering wheel in anger. My hands clenched in fists as I violently touched my car. "Stupid!" I shouted at myself. "How could you be so stupid!"

I pulled the car over the pavement as I recklessly drove away, letting out an oof when the vehicle hit the curb.  I jumped up in surprise as my phone began to ring.

Deja vu flooded over me. However instead of the hoarse voice of a man that had beamed through the speaker, it was of a certain female I wasn't keen to talk to at that moment.

"Jen? What's up?" I managed to choke out. How subtle was I? It was if I wanted to invite an argument.

"Where are you?" Jennifer asked. Surprisingly, she didn't sound mad nor upset but just plain monotone. It left me quite confused and somewhat uneasy because this girl on the other was uneasy to read. I pushed the thoughts away and carried the conversation along.

"On my way home. Why?" I was nervous as hell. Who wouldn't be in a situation like this? I had sex with my best friend. She doesn't know. And I plan to keep it that way.

"Just wondering. Anyways..."She trailed off- in fact she sounded as nervous as I was. "Have you seen anyone come out of my room before you left? I think I slept with someone last night." No kidding. I leaned my back deeper in the car seat as the red lights came on.

"No sorry, I haven't. I left as soon as I woke up." This time was half a truth - but really it was half a lie. She began to breathe heavier and I gulped down my guilt the moment she heaved a sigh.

"I'm just worried. What if I get pregnant?" There was an eery period of silence as if she had realised something. "Oh my God, Brook. What if I do get pregnant. Shit. Shit. Shit." She repeatedly cursed at herself. Deep down I wanted to laugh at her cluelessness but instead I gave her a reassuring chuckle - that 'you're being daft, stop' kind of chuckle.

"You'll be fine. I know it." Last time I checked I didn't have a penis nor balls.

"And how would you know, huh?" She replied ambivalently. Of course, I shouldn't know. I was slipping into a rabbit's hole- I need to back myself up before I am fully engulfed by my guilt.

But even after establishing that, i was still unable to muster up a good enough reason.

"Well.. I just know." I was tentative. Having started the engine, I pushed myself back up and rode my way home again. "I'll talk to you later, Jenny. "

She groaned. The way she groaned told me she wasn't troubled anymore - just more frustrated of my sudden parting. "Fine. See you later. I'll miss you, bitch." I was glad that she was back to her smooth relaxed voice. I tried to push the feeling of guilt away.

"Yeah, I'll miss you too." I replied honestly. As soon as I finished my sentence I cut the line - worried I might say something unnecessary.

Once I got to my house, I was immediately greeted by a hoary man who was sat by the porch with dozens of boxes and suitcases on either side of his slim body. His non-existing smile on his lips pulled into a tight frown. I shot a nervous smile and scratched the back of my neck in uneasiness. I hadn't even realised that I was cowering down.

"Where were you, Brooklyn. I've been worried sick, young lady!" He shouted, standing up and dusting himself clean.

"Sorry, dad."

He huffed and folded his spindly arms. While shaking his head in disappointment, he tutted loud enough for me to hear. "You never listen do you?" He pulled along a suitcase towards his black BMW. I thought he was done moaning at me then, so a sigh of relief left my lips but as soon as it did, he turned on his heel with a look of a real father's disappointment. "You know what - after we get to Bryton, I'm taking your car."

There it was. The utter tyranny of parents.

"What?" I said - it was more of a lash of disagreement rather than a question. He's absurd if he thought that I would actually give him my car. "No."

"It's either your car or your phone." Thinking about it - I pulled out my phone and peered at it.

Guess I'll be walking to school then.

"Fine." I finally agreed - not happy about it but I agreed. I shoved  my phone back in my pocket with a huff. I would have gone and debated about the unfairness of it but I knew if I did, he would probably take both of my valuable possessions.

He gave me a nod and I seethed at him as he was probably rejoicing inside. The smug grin on his puny face reinforced the vexation I was in. He shook his thumb over his shoulders, pointing at the suitcases.

"Stack them in your car. It's not going to do itself." When he turned around, I pulled a face. I've come to realise that I acted more like a kid than a 17 years old.

I took the suitcases one by one and filled my car up as much as it could fit in. It didn't take long at all. The minute it was full, Dad and I got in our cars and drove off. Just like that.

I looked through the window at the side mirror, long enough to see the frame of my house disappearing as I drove further and further away.

It was sad - sure, I felt sad but my family was going to be complete now and that's actually all that mattered at that moment.

After the 4 hour drive, after a few yawns were released here and there, we finally got to the place we yearned to reach. It was bigger than I remembered and the garden wasn't as lively and vibrant in colours as before but it was still a stunning view.

I didn't bother taking the things out. I jumped out of my car and rushed to the porch.