Brand New Beginning (Sequel To Wicked Times), chapter 5
Brook stood there in the apartment knowing exactly where Alexis went to, but not knowing what to do. Should he go find her or wait for her to come back to him?
Brook started to look for his car keys. He couldn't seem to find them anywhere. He tore up his apartment trying to find them. He found them and was ready to go get Alexis.
The door bell rang. He jumped up and leaped over magazines. He hoped the person behind the door was Alex ready to talk.
Brook opened the door and was surprised to see a woman that he didn't know.
The women was about his age. She had dark gray eyes and bright, blood, red hair that fell onto her slim shoulders.
She smiled and screamed "Brook!"
It was on of these times Brook just wanted to shut the door and run, but being polite: he smiled a bit and asked "Do I know you?"
The woman smiled and cautiously said. "I'm Erin Ward....your half sister."
Brook was shocked. He didn't know what to do other than say 'Come in'.."
Alexis would just have to wait.
***
I rolled over. I was still lying in bed, tired and worn out. I heard a knock on the door that startled me. I yelled "Come in." even though I really didn't want the person to come in at all.
Billie stood there in the doorway with Adie right behind him.
Billie Joe steadily asked "What happened?" He didn't seem to be worried...maybe Tre didn't say anything.
My heart was swollen, but I didn't want to have to tell anyone this. I was afraid to. My whole life was suppose to be wonderful and grand. The sad part was that it couldn't be. It never would be wonderful or grand, for that matter.
Knowing Billie Joe Armstrong personally I knew that he would eventually figure out that Brook and I had a huge fight, that could have been said to all my fault.
I didn't want to confess, so I keep my mouth shut or tried to at least.
Having Billie staring at me made me fall apart. It made me think of the best time of my life, the time that was two years past. Tears started to materialize in my deep, brown eyes. I felt my eyes water. I thought I would never be able to stop crying.
I wondered what Adrienne or Billie was going to say. I bit my bottom lip hard. I sadly looked around with my eyes brimming full with tears and sorrow. I said "We had a fight." There was a long pause added by my mumbled, "I don't think there is going to be a wedding...It's all my fault, I messed up...how could I?"
In sobs I asked myself "How could I?" Adie came over and hugged me. The hug meant so much. It meant someone was here to listen to me, to help me out. Adrienne said "It's Ok. I'm sure it'll all be ok."
I wasn't sure at all. I just wanted to run back to Brook, but what was stopping me? Was it my own stupid pride?
***
Brook and Erin sat on the couch it was so quite in the apartment that you could hear the clock tick. Brook didn't know what to say. He had so many questions to ask Erin he didn't know where to start.
Brook had a past he tried to cover up from his band mates, friends, and most importantly Alexis.
His mother left him when he was only seven. She said she was tired of it all. Brook never knew this had meant.
After his mother vanished his father to took care of him more willingly. His father got a job and started to dig a hole with depression and sadness. Soon when Brook was thirteen his dad got fired from his job and started to drink away his days while watching TV or sleeping. His father gave up all hope. Brook didn't. He wanted to know what happened to his mother. He asked himself every lonely, dark night "What happened to her?"
"Is she dead?"
"Why hasn't she came back?"
"Does she hate me?"
"Why did she leave?"
There was so many questions, but he never found answers. He knew he couldn't leave his drunken father alone to search for his mother. He loved his father to much. That was his only bit of family left. He didn't have any grandparents, aunts, or uncles that his father had spoken about. Brook was all alone.
One cold, rainy, autumn day he came home to find his father gone. After five hours of setting on the couch patiently waiting for that front doorknob to turn and with one added phone call to the police his spirits faded. Brook knew he was truly alone now. He had to fend for himself. He was scared, but Brook thought he didn't have anything left to lose.
He was fifteen, he had a uncle and aunt in California. His 'family' or all he had left of it sent him a plane ticket.
That was Brook's past. He went to school in California and tried to avoid anything left of his past.
Now someone claiming to be his half sister had just fallen into his life. His answers were here if this girl could prove she was who she claimed to be.
***
I decided to go home to my apartment, hoping Brook was still there and not too mad. I knew I wasn't helping myself. I was making it all worse; staying here, not doing a thing. I found my car keys and said goodbye to Billie Joe and Adrienne. I drove wondering what to tell Brook, wondering what he would say back. I turned on the radio, tired of the nervous quietness hovering around me. I was going to overcome this pride 'issue' by apologizing. I had to. I was determined to.
Brook started to look for his car keys. He couldn't seem to find them anywhere. He tore up his apartment trying to find them. He found them and was ready to go get Alexis.
The door bell rang. He jumped up and leaped over magazines. He hoped the person behind the door was Alex ready to talk.
Brook opened the door and was surprised to see a woman that he didn't know.
The women was about his age. She had dark gray eyes and bright, blood, red hair that fell onto her slim shoulders.
She smiled and screamed "Brook!"
It was on of these times Brook just wanted to shut the door and run, but being polite: he smiled a bit and asked "Do I know you?"
The woman smiled and cautiously said. "I'm Erin Ward....your half sister."
Brook was shocked. He didn't know what to do other than say 'Come in'.."
Alexis would just have to wait.
***
I rolled over. I was still lying in bed, tired and worn out. I heard a knock on the door that startled me. I yelled "Come in." even though I really didn't want the person to come in at all.
Billie stood there in the doorway with Adie right behind him.
Billie Joe steadily asked "What happened?" He didn't seem to be worried...maybe Tre didn't say anything.
My heart was swollen, but I didn't want to have to tell anyone this. I was afraid to. My whole life was suppose to be wonderful and grand. The sad part was that it couldn't be. It never would be wonderful or grand, for that matter.
Knowing Billie Joe Armstrong personally I knew that he would eventually figure out that Brook and I had a huge fight, that could have been said to all my fault.
I didn't want to confess, so I keep my mouth shut or tried to at least.
Having Billie staring at me made me fall apart. It made me think of the best time of my life, the time that was two years past. Tears started to materialize in my deep, brown eyes. I felt my eyes water. I thought I would never be able to stop crying.
I wondered what Adrienne or Billie was going to say. I bit my bottom lip hard. I sadly looked around with my eyes brimming full with tears and sorrow. I said "We had a fight." There was a long pause added by my mumbled, "I don't think there is going to be a wedding...It's all my fault, I messed up...how could I?"
In sobs I asked myself "How could I?" Adie came over and hugged me. The hug meant so much. It meant someone was here to listen to me, to help me out. Adrienne said "It's Ok. I'm sure it'll all be ok."
I wasn't sure at all. I just wanted to run back to Brook, but what was stopping me? Was it my own stupid pride?
***
Brook and Erin sat on the couch it was so quite in the apartment that you could hear the clock tick. Brook didn't know what to say. He had so many questions to ask Erin he didn't know where to start.
Brook had a past he tried to cover up from his band mates, friends, and most importantly Alexis.
His mother left him when he was only seven. She said she was tired of it all. Brook never knew this had meant.
After his mother vanished his father to took care of him more willingly. His father got a job and started to dig a hole with depression and sadness. Soon when Brook was thirteen his dad got fired from his job and started to drink away his days while watching TV or sleeping. His father gave up all hope. Brook didn't. He wanted to know what happened to his mother. He asked himself every lonely, dark night "What happened to her?"
"Is she dead?"
"Why hasn't she came back?"
"Does she hate me?"
"Why did she leave?"
There was so many questions, but he never found answers. He knew he couldn't leave his drunken father alone to search for his mother. He loved his father to much. That was his only bit of family left. He didn't have any grandparents, aunts, or uncles that his father had spoken about. Brook was all alone.
One cold, rainy, autumn day he came home to find his father gone. After five hours of setting on the couch patiently waiting for that front doorknob to turn and with one added phone call to the police his spirits faded. Brook knew he was truly alone now. He had to fend for himself. He was scared, but Brook thought he didn't have anything left to lose.
He was fifteen, he had a uncle and aunt in California. His 'family' or all he had left of it sent him a plane ticket.
That was Brook's past. He went to school in California and tried to avoid anything left of his past.
Now someone claiming to be his half sister had just fallen into his life. His answers were here if this girl could prove she was who she claimed to be.
***
I decided to go home to my apartment, hoping Brook was still there and not too mad. I knew I wasn't helping myself. I was making it all worse; staying here, not doing a thing. I found my car keys and said goodbye to Billie Joe and Adrienne. I drove wondering what to tell Brook, wondering what he would say back. I turned on the radio, tired of the nervous quietness hovering around me. I was going to overcome this pride 'issue' by apologizing. I had to. I was determined to.
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