Being thrown away in the garbage in a dark alleyway in London when she was only a baby, she should have died that day... But she didn't.. instead, a man saved her. He brought her in and saved her, fed her, bathed her, raised her and more importantly...
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Ryan
age: 24
height: 6'2
The closest person to a brother for Breanna.
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Frank Jenkins
Age: 28
height: 6'4
police officer
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change is cruel
I then hear a whistle and someone shouts my name out. I look down to see Ryan doing his smug annoying goofy smile. I roll my eyes and try my best to ignore him but he wasn't having it. Before I know it he is sitting next to me. "Hey, bestie". I roll my eyes and give a hard glare. "I am not your bestie". He gasps dramatically and places his hands over his heart. "Oh, bestie you hurt me". I punch him not hard enough to leave a bruise but enough to hurt him. "Oww". I smirk triumphally and shrug my shoulder while pulling out a cigarette. I offer him one he may be annoying but I somewhat enjoy his company. Though I would never admit it to him. He rolls his eyes but takes one and brings his lighter to mine and his. "Cheers". I inhale letting it really sink in before letting the smoke out. I know it's a bad habit but there are worse things in the world.
"So why aren't you at school missy". He says nudging my side. I give a hard-deathly glare. Ryan is always trying to act like some overprotective big brother or something. It annoys the shit out of me. "None of your business". I ignore him and take another whiff of my cigar. "I know but I am a bit curious". I roll my eyes not believing him for a minute. He is always wanting to know my business and what I have done. Ryan is 22 years old and does some shady business or something. When I was twelve I caught him selling drugs at first I thought he was going to kill me. But he was more concerned that a twelve-year-old girl was at the car junkyard past midnight. I have never told him anything about what I go through or my past. I have a very tall unbreakable wall what I am never putting down. But he still never leaves me alone. I am grateful that he has never pressured me into telling him but I know that he is waiting for the day until I tell him everything. Unfortunately, he is going to be most likely waiting forever.
"Teacher pissed me off". I shrugged and he frowned but sighed knowing that was all he was going to get. "What business do you do"? changing the subject swiftly, I have asked this question before but he has always avoided or changed the subject and answer. "I'm sorry Brea but it's something I just can't tell you". Rolling my eyes, I took another breath of my cigarette. Letting the smoke swell through my mouth before blowing out the smoke. "Here". He took out a chocolate bar and broke it in half giving me one half. I raise an eyebrow at him he rolls his eyes pushing the chocolate towards me more. Ryan always gives me food he thinks I am anorexic or some shit. I take the chocolate but don't eat it I want to firstly enjoy my cigar.
I remember when I was heaps younger with dad I loved eating food and eating things like chocolate and sweets. My favourite was always his pancakes. He used to make them with banana peanut butter and lots and LOTS of honey. It was my favourite food he used to make. Anything with honey was my favourite I loved it. It was partly why he called me bumblebee. But when he died and Margaret and Mike looked after me. They just stopped feeding me and looking after me. they never let me have food, I am only allowed water. I think it's because they just want me to drop dead or something. I know I am deathly thin, scrawny and practically look like skin and bones. People just assume I am anorexic or I have some eating disorder. But they don't know me, no one does. To be honest I don't know my relationship towards food. It's weird I am not scared of getting fat or anything it just makes me sad... Dad and I have had so many bonding moments over food. Eating pizza together while watching football. Making my pancakes and sweets in the kitchen on a Sunday afternoon. Having food fights. Sharing a milkshake together.
It's not just food what makes me sad. Its everything. Every little thing I do makes me feel sad. It makes me heartbroken. Everything I do just reminds me of dad. Every little fucking thing. I realise I have been trapped in my thoughts when I heard Ryan cough beside me. "thanks". He chuckled then ate his chocolate smugly. We ate in silence every now and again talking about random things. It was getting dark I dreaded going home. Because going home meant dealing with mike and Margaret I would quite rather dig my own grave and lay in it. "You should go, home missy, it's getting dark". I roll my eyes I swear sometimes he still thinks I am twelve years old. "Blimey, when will you ever realise I am bloody fifteen years old". I say climbing down the cars carefully he does the same. "Aww, bestie don't be like that. Maybe I will not mistake you as a child when you actually get some height". I narrow my eyes at him fighting with everything inside me to not castrate him. "I hate you". I grit out turning my back to him walking away. "love you too BESTIE". He screams through the whole junkyard. I roll my eyes but smile to myself. He may be a complete wanker an idiot but is my idiot. He is the closest thing I will ever have to a brother and I love him for that. I just don't want to get close to him and have him leave as dad did.
When I reach home, I see police cars scattered around with German shepherds sniffing searching through the house. I see policeman talking and taking notes. Around the house was yellow tape claiming it was a crime scene. I run towards the house only to be stopped by a police officer. "What the fuck is going on"? I yell out. all the police officers snap their heads at me. "Please calm down miss are you, Breanna Carmon"? A tall buff officer asks narrowing his piercing blue eyes at me. "Yes, and why the fuck are you all here"? I say glaring at each and every one of them.
"I am sorry miss, but your mother and Mike Williams have being arrested for drug abuse also caught with a heavy amount of cocaine". My face pales and my legs buckles. I never thought this day would come. I would never imagine this day would happen. I knew Mike and Margaret were crazy drug addicts but I never thought it was to this extent. "You will need to come with us to the police station so we can ask questions and sort out what's going to happen next for you". I inhale and exhale slowly taking in every detail I was being told. "Do I get to pack my things". Looking over at my house which now by the looks of it is a major crime scene. "You will only be able to pack a few things I am afraid. Everything is, unfortunately, a part of the investigation". I huff in annoyance, he smiles sadly at me. I roll my eyes at him and glared angrily at him. I hate fucking pity. He gets the message then hands me a backpack from a police car.
