So Emily had a brother. It must be hard to be related to such an asshole. However, I was judging him from first sight so maybe I had the wrong impression. After all, Emily is really nice so perhaps her brother wasn't so bad. He could be really sweet and kind and I had just seen him at a bad time.
There was just this awful curiosity building up inside me now, craving for more knowledge on his.
Emily seems to be acting natural but, me on the other hand, I'm unable to shift this past moment from my mind. I guess this must be a daily occurrence around here.
"Mum will be going mad. Here's my number." She begins to write her number down on a piece of paper laid on the dining table. "Call me tomorrow," Emily shouts through as she opens the front door and quickly dashes across the street.
She looked mortified that I had to have seen her brother like that. She obviously wanted me to have a better first impression.
I advance swiftly up the stairs, into my room and breathe heavily as there is no longer anyone to bother me. Alone at last.
I feel speechless and annoyed as I stand in the centre of the room and stare at the plain, bare walls. I think about Emily Wright's brother, Connor.
Despite his wild temper that was just shown, his style was on point. He was wearing a white, v-necked t-shirt, a black leather jacket and grey skinny jeans. And of course, his white converse.
I had no idea what to expect of Brighton but I can tell you one thing: I never expected to meet a guy like him. Apart from knowing his name and age, I knew nothing about him. I'd never had a single conversation with him and I wasn't sure if I wanted to.
Allison's voice echoes into my room a while later when I'm near to falling asleep. She's simply telling me that she's heading off to bed, as though I care although I offer her a mumbled goodnight and roll over to face the wall, burying my head in my pillow.
It's true what people say about it being extremely difficult to fall asleep in a different bed because I'm experiencing the difficulty as I toss and turn. I'm going to have a restless night.
But, as I say this, I finally fall over into a drifted sleep and I try to dream as far away from here as possible.
*****
The air seemed stiff and although the sun was shining bright, the sky was dark and dull.
I lay under the comfort of my bed, curled up in a ball. I knew Allison was going to appear soon to make me face the day but I thought I'd cherish the next few moments before reality dawned on me.
I let my eyelids flutter shut, slowly drifting away from the harsh world. I started to think that I was safe just as I heard the creak of the laminate-flooring, the familiar footsteps that I'd grown accustomed to then a soft knock. I buried myself further under my duvet.
"Caitlin?" I didn't even need to check if it was one of the others. It was obvious that it was Allison. "Are you awake?"
I might have my duvet over my head but my ears remain as sharp as ever. I hear the creak of my bedroom door, the sound of shuffling as she made her way over to my bed.
"Come on, Caitlin," she says as she gently shakes me. As if that's going to make me relent on moving.
She moves the covers away from my face, "What's wrong?"
What did she think was wrong? Well, for staters, my foster mum is in hospital getting chemotherapy for her cancer and I can't even see her because I've been moved here. She could be dying right now and I wouldn't even know. I don't say this though.
