Look What The Cat Dragged In

Chapter 14

Girls Night was cut short, which sucks. I got a call from mum telling me to come home straight away. I asked her why I couldn't finish out girls night, considering it's been weeks.

Hannah was busily doing up Roses hair, when I heard my familiar ringtone, Lava. You know, the Pixar short song. I immediately scooped it up and put it to my ear, before looking at the number.

"Hello, Brooklyn speaking." I rattled out, as mum had taught me to.

"Brooklyn, it's me." My mums familiar voice came through the phone.

"What's hi Mum?" I asked, relaxing a bit that I don't have to talk to a stranger.

"I need you to come home now." She ordered

"Why?"

"Because I asked you to."

"Mum, its girls night." I whined.

"Brooklyn Louise Anderson. Get your ass home now." She barked.

When Mum brings out your middle name, you know not to complain.

"Yes Mum." I said solemnly and hung out.

I looked over to the girls and saw they were listening.

"Gotta blast?" Hannah asked.

I sighed. "Yeah, sorry. Mum wants me home for something."

"Aww." Rose whined.

"I'll call you later." I promised and then let myself out.

I hopped into my car and sped off home, not wanting to keep mum waiting any longer.

During the whole ride home, I kept thinking about Mum yelling at me. She seemed angry, obviously, but Mum barely ever gets angry. She's most likely upset about something. But what?

I pulled into my driveway, earlier than I should have and I realised I was speeding. Let's just hope there are no cops around to witness.

I walked up towards the door and unlocked it, before walking in.

"Mum, I'm home." I called out, after realising the front room was empty.

"Brooklyn." Mum practically squealed and ran, literally ran, towards me, wrapping me up in a big bear hug.

"Oh Brooklyn," she cooed, lightly stroking my hair.

I stood there in shock, and gingerly hugged her back. She had sounded so angry at me over the phone, and now she was this?

I felt her chest shake against my back and I knew she was sobbing. I let her sob on my shoulder, feeling a wet patch of her tears on my back.

Suddenly she jumped off me, turning away, hiding her tears from me. I unconsciously slid my hand over her tear patch.

Once she had controlled her breathing and steadied herself she spun back around a put on a force
smile.

That was my opportunity to speak. "What happened me?" I spoke quietly.

"It's...your...father." She broke into silent sobs again, obviously not okay with talking yet.

"What about him?" I said slowly and waited for her to reply.

She seemed able enough to talk, because she said. "He was in the hospital.....knocked up really badly."

Oh. But that doesn't explain why mum was crying so much. Plus he probably deserved it for what he did to us. "So? You know he had it coming, working with drug lords."

It was a little known secret that my dad had left my family to work for a group of drug lords. He said it was for the best of us, but then just never came back.

Mum looked up in shock. "Brooklyn! How dare you say that about your father? He was almost killed today...." And went back to sobbing again.

I took a tentative step forward. "I'm sorry...but he left us years ago, he's no longer my father. I don't care what happens to him."

I knew I was being too harsh, but it just slipped before I had a chance to stop myself. I slapped a hand over my mouth.

"I know Brooklyn, I know." She came back over and gave me another hug.

"So...what like...happened?" I didn't care about him, but I still wanted to know.

"They raced him in this afternoon, so beaten up, he was unrecognisable. I was assigned to perform an emergency surgery on him, but I asked to know who I was doing it on. One of the nurses came out with his ID and sure enough it was your father."

She paused, containing herself before continuing.

"Obviously I wasn't allowed to go through with his surgery, so they put someone else into him. But you should have seen him Brookey, he was beaten up so bad." She sobbed again, this time a little bit louder.

She sat down on the couch and stared at the wall for an age. She was making no move to attempt a conversation, so I knew not to continue talking. That conversation was over.

I thought about going back to Hannah's and continuing girls night with the girls, but I decided against it. Mum might still need me.

But I do still have to call them and fill them in, like I said. Rummaging through my bag, I finally found my phone buried deep down the bottom and dialled Hannah's number.

She picked up after the third ring.

"Hey Brookey." She said.

"Hey Han." I paused, waiting for her to say something to initiate the conversation.

"What was the big rush for leaving?" I heard Roses voice shout from somewhere in the background.

"Uh...well-uh...it was my dad." I blurted out.

"Yeah...? What about him?" Hannah pressed.

"Well....mum told me that he came into the hospital this afternoon."

"So...he walked into the hospital to what? See your mum?" Rose asked.

"No Rose." I let out a slight laugh. "He didn't walk. He was beaten."

There was a pause from the other end, no one was talking.

"Girls?"

"Yeah, yeah. We're here." Hannah's voice somehow seemed helpful to me.

"How badly was he beaten?" Rose slowly asked.

"I don't know yet, I think I'm going to go see him tomorrow." I didn't actually know if i was going to see him tomorrow or not.

"You should do that Brookey." Hannah said.

We chatted about nothing for a while longer, still on the phone, and then I hung up when I realised it was almost 9:30. I wonder how Mums doing.

When I walked back into the living room, she was nowhere to be seen. There was a little yellow sticky note left sitting on the table; when did we get sticky notes?

It was written in my Mums neat printed handwriting telling me she's gone to see my father in hospital for the night, and that she'll be back later.

I stuck the note back to the table and walked up into my room, flopping on the bed and falling asleep in seconds.

How did you guys like Chapter 14? If you will, vote and comment to let me know, I always appreciate it.

I was thinking a while back, that I hadn't put any backstory on Brooklyn's dad. Not on purpose, I just didn't think it was necessary. But now I realise that he should have a little part in the story. So there you go. The next chapter, is going to have a little bit more of the backstory in it.

Cheers for reading.
Later dudes.

-tittleworks