Broken

11.The New Brooklyn

BROOKLYN'S POV

I was in my bathroom preparing for the wedding in a few hours. I glance at the mirror and the girl that stares back at me, she's not who I wanna be. She looks sad, tired, unhappy, depressed. But there's also a glimpse of hope in her eyes. Something that signals that change is definitely need. I have an idea.

"Bridget! In here NOW I need you help!" I call for my sister , who comes rushing in. "What do you want?" She asks. "I need something different." I say, only earning a blank stare from her. "Remember when you wanted to go blonde?" I ask, and she nods her head. "Well do you still have the dye from that time?" She nods her head. "Yeah, why?" I smirk at her and turn back to my reflection.

"It's time for a change." I smile. Bridget eyes widen as she realizes what I want to do. "But Justin will be in a few hours and you want to dye your hair!? That's like impossible are you crazy!?" She screams at me , I laugh at her. "Little sis it's not impossible and fine if you won't help me then I'll do it myself." I say.

"No, no I'll do it. No sister of mine is going to look like trash,come we've got lots of work to do before this wedding!" She sighs and drags my arm. "Lookout world. The New Brooklyn is coming into town." She smirks.

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"Boom, my best work yet" Bridget turns me around to see myself in the mirror. It felt refreshing to become somebody knew and leave everything in the past. I felt like everything had been washed away. A new clean slate. "I look amazing, thank you sis, you're the best!"I jump up and hug her. Not only did she do my hair and dye it, she did my make up and picked out a black dress for me to wear to the wedding. I owe her big time. "Of course, this is a record for me. Well see ya sis I have tones of homework so have fun at the wedding." And with that she was out. I smile and shake my head.

I grab a black clutch that was my mom. This is really the only memories I have from my parents and my life back in California. I do miss my parents, well my mom I should say. When she wasn't a alcoholic mess she was an actually decent mother. I don't know where exactly she is right now, all I know is she is in a rehab center working on getting better. She calls us every other month to see if we're ok. I can't exactly forgive her, but I know she's trying.

My dad the other hand, I have no clue where he was. Last I herd he was released from jail a couple of weeks ago. But I could care less about him. I'm doing better without him. He's always going to be the abusive father in my eyes. I will never get over how he beat me and said all those things to me. How could someone do that to their daughter?

I didn't realize there was tears slipping down my face until I felt the warm tear hit my hand. I gently wipe the tear, careful not to mess my make up. I grab my heels and walk downstairs. There was a note tapped to the refrigerator, I grab and it said :

"Hi sweeties Your uncle and I had to leave for and important conference meeting down in North Carolina, we should be back 5 days top. Sorry hunn. Be safe and be good. I love you two

-Aunt ann"

I assumed Bridget knew already so I crumbled the note and threw it in the garbage. I walk over to the window and see Justin's car parked, I smile and head out. "Hi Justin" I wave to him as he gets out the car. He looks at me with shock." y-y-your hair... It's different." He says making me feel slightly insecure about it. I guess he could tell that I felt a little uncomfortable.

"It looks great, you look amazing." He smiles, making my cheeks blush all different shades do red. "Alright well we better get going, my uncle will kill me if we're late." He grabs my head and opens and closes my door for me, before jogging over to the drivers seat and pulling off.