Memories

Chapter 3

With a fast pace and a furious look in my eyes I walked towards my car, closely followed by Zinaida. Before I could get into the car she grabbed my hand. I immediately turned around and looked at her still feeling furious. "What?" It came out way more harsh than I intended it to be. A sigh left my body and I looked down. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Shall I drive? You're way too worked up to drive." she had a kind look in her eyes. Without saying a word I handed her the keys and walked to the other side of the car. 

When we both got in the car, we drove off quietly. I thought back at what my mother had said. I didn't want to believe her, but what if she was right. What if my brother, Brandon, really was an addict. But then again why would Zinaida lie to me about that, she had no reason to lie. It was so hard to figure out who I could trust, I didn't really know any of the people that were in my life. Even though they all claimed to have been.

"Shall we go get a drink? I could use a drink after that, what about you?" I was awoken from my thoughts and looked at her with confusion. "Euh what?" She smiled. "Shall we go to a bar? I can use a drink after all that." "Yeah sure, sounds good." I kept looking at her, while she concentrated on driving. She was pretty with her long wavy black hair. I had a weird feeling, like she used to have shorter hair. It couldn't be my memory coming back, could it? No, I shouldn't tell myself things that. I shook my head to get the thought out of my mind. 

"What can I get you girls?" the bartender asked while we were sitting down at the bar. "A beer for me." The bartender turned to me next. "What about you sweetie?" I frowned, did he really just called me sweetie. "A beer as well and I'm not your sweetie." The bartender laughed. "Two beers coming right up!" 

"Well someone is interested in you." Zinaida said laughing. A smile formed on my face. "Well I have a boyfriend, so no thank you." It was nice having a girl friend where I could go out with and talk to. For the last six months I had felt so alone, with no one to talk to. 

Our drinks came and Zinaida payed. "First round's on me." she said and gave me a big smile. 

"So what you going to do now you know you have a brother?" she asked before taking a sip from her beer. I shrugged my shoulders and played with my beer glass. "I don't know. I just want to know what really happened." Zinaida nodded. "Well I can tell you how I experienced everything that went on. But I think the best person to tell you is Brandon himself." I sighed and nodded. I knew she wright.

"But where the hell is he." I took a big sip from my beer. "It's not like I can go looking for him. He's been gone for several years, who knows where he is." I continued. "Why not?" I almost chocked when I heard her say that. With a look of confusion I looked at her. "You could ask his friends from back then if they knew where he went. Maybe he told them." She continued. 

Hearing those words left me baffled. I never thought about that, maybe she was right and I could do that to try and find out where he went. It would be worth a shot, I guess.

"But I don't know any of his friends. I mean I can't remember anything about him, let alone who he hang out with." The smile on her face grew bigger. "That's where I come in! I know some of the guys your brother used to hang out with. I can give them a call to see if they wanna meet." The thought of going on an adventure to find my brother got me excited aswel as completely terrified.  

A feeling of doubt suddenly came over me. "I don't know though. What if I can't find him or if he doesn't want to see me." Once I started talking there was no stopping me. "And I can't just go travel around the world on own. That's like asking for trouble." I kept going on like that for a while, coming up with excuses not to go. Zinaide sat there listening to me and calmly drinking her beer, like a good friend would. 

"Or you might just find him and he might just be happy to see you. You are his little sister after all, he always has loved you. Things like that don't change Allison." She had a point. My mother did tell me he always has defended me when we were little. "And also you don't have to go on your own. I can go with you and we could make it like a vacation with a purpose." That did sound like a good idea and I did like the sound of that. 

"That sounds like a plan." Both our smiles grew bigger. Even though I had only known her for a day it felt like I'd known her for such a long time. We really must have been good friends in the past. 

I was going to go find my brother.