Addictions [REVERSE]

68. That's no stranger

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"Flight number 670 to Thailand has been delayed," The intercom beeped before the women spoke, with a meh kind of voice. I was at Heathrow airport. The atmosphere was different, everyone was happy. The feeling was contagious. I felt a sputter of butterflies in my stomach, I had one address that could tell me where he was.

I stared at the huge building as it was decorated with tinsel. They sure take Christmas here seriously. I loved it. In the middle of the room stood a huge Christmas tree that was very high up surely you would need more than a ladder to reach the top. I admired almost every speck in the airport, I had seen luxurious things thanks to Alexis but being in a foreign country in a building you'd never been gave me an alien feeling. It felt good.

I looked at the piece of paper. It was rough handwriting my Aunt and Uncle had given me. There was an address on it. As soon as I stepped outside a gust of wind grabbed my hair blocking my sight. I pushed the strands of hair off of my face and felt sudden goose bumps travel down my arm.

"It's so chilly here," I mutter to my self as my jaw clicks. I notice a traffic of cars, I walk over to one where a man is sat smoking a fag.

"Is this a taxi?" I ask.

The man raises his eyebrow, "That's what is says on the car!" He flips the cigarette away onto the ground where frost has build up. 

"Get in Maam," He gets out of the car and opens the trunk. "Where you off to?" He asks, while he grabs my suitcase and pushes it in the trunk.

I follow around him, nearly slipping on the ice. "This address please," I hand him the peace of paper.

He takes the paper in his hand, gazing at it carefully, " You could have said maam, it'll take some time considering the traffic,"

The guy then jumps into the car and I quickly sit in back. I quickly check in my handbag, to see if I have my passport. Check, it's there.

The warm air from the heater in the taxi gives me comfort as I stare out and lay my eyes out on the first time in London.

"So this is London," I whisper, I like this place already. In fact, I love it. Brother is so lucky to be living here, I can't see a dark ally anywhere, not a single person looks doggy and occasionally on every street the is a police officer patrolling. They have so much protection, and everybody is safe. Of course, there are the occasional law breakers everywhere.

The music from the radio is good and the guy is funny which brings a smile to my face. "We are here maam," The driver says after a little while.

"Thank you," I say, "That be 3 pounds 50 pence," He says. I look around my purse, I had changed the currency at the airport machine, I give him a £20 note.

He chuckels, "Do you have a five pound note maam," He looks at the cash of notes in my hand. I look and see the note he's asking for.

I take back the £20 note and give him the £5 note. He gives me change of coins as he smiles. "Good day maam,"

I open the door to be greeted by cold once again. I giggle as I head towards the bunk. I open in it and drag out my case shutting the trunk door. The car drives out, I wave at the car that seems to be in the distance.

I then turn to the house, 103, the same number on the paper. Aunt and Uncle had said this was his recent address, that he had been in contact with them but they didn't tell him about me. As in his eyes I was his run away little sister.

I breath in heavily and grab the handle of my suitcase and drag it up the stairs, once in front of the door look at the bell. I've come to far to back out now.

I press my finger on the button as I close my eyes. My heart hammers, in my chest.

I hear some ruffling behind the door.

'open it, open it, open it, open it,' I repeated in my head, this wait is driving me insane. I see the door handle move and the door opens.

I'm greeted by a women, a tall dark haired women. My mind plays with confusion. Where is my brother?

She looks at me weirdly, expecting me to say something.

"I-I'm s-sorry," I stutter, "I came to this address, must be some mistake," I show her the piece of paper. She reads the address, "This is the right address, that's my address,"

I think hard, I hope my brother didn't change his gender. He didn't seem like that kind of person.

"Who is it?" A male voice calls from within the house. The women stairs at me curiously, before answering, "I don't know, honey its a stranger,"

The wooden door in the corridor behind the women opens, and I see a very familiar figure walking towards me. I stand outside in the cold as I feel my cheeks burn and tears form.

He looks older and well groomed. He looks happier, the light of life in his eyes clearly resurfaced. Last time I saw him was when he said goodbye, we had a fight that day. He places his hand around the women's waste and stares up at me.

Disbelief blankets cover his eyes, and his mouth hangs open. His hand leaves the women side, "That's no stranger," He whispers, pushing her behind him.

I let go off the handle, as I feel tears appear. I try my best to hold back those drops of tears.

"Ana?" He asks in disbelief, I nod. "You look so grown up," A tear slips down his face.

He holds his arms out, inviting me in. I throw myself in his arms and realise the tears against his chest. He smells like home.

"I'm so sorry," He whispers, "I'm so sorry, I left you,"

"I'm sorry, I didn't believe you,"

"I'm so sorry, I couldn't do anything,"

He strokes my hair.

"There's not a day I don't think about you,"

"Brother," I breath, "I missed you,"

"Me too, doll," He say, "Me too,"

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