4.1 Daisy Chain

Chapter 4 - Part 1

I’d invited my sister round to help me pack and say good bye to Emily.
Charlotte was annoying perfectly. She’d got all the good looks and
brains. Everything seemed easy and simple for her. She was very
career minded and the only area I’d ever beaten her in was marriage
and a daughter. I’m sure there would be a part of her that would be
partially pleased to hear that I’d failed in that. That my marriage
was broken and it was going to take all my strength to fix it. I
hadn’t given up on John.

Oh, it didn’t mean I had forgiven him in the slightest. My hate was
boiling a pure white that I knew I had to be gone by the time he got
home. It was in me to kill him. How he could cheat on me with my
best friend and think that it would all be okay just because he told
me, I would never understand the betrayal.

I had promised Emily that I would try. I had made her sacrifice her
friendship with Jasmine so she wouldn’t have to hear the deceit of her
father with Jasmine’s mother. Now she had done it, I couldn’t turn
back. I knew she had done it as soon as I walked in the front door.
Emily’s music was blaring louder than ever and with no regard for the
trouble she was in. She was asking for me to start on her. She hated
me. If I didn’t fix things with her John now, then Emily will have
lost her best friend, the one person she’d need if we got a divorce.
I couldn’t let her down.

My bag was packed by the door and I sat on the bottom step in the
hallway waiting for that sound. There it was my sister’s knock at the
door. I took a deep breath before opening the door; I could already
feel my emotions begging for a release. Another deep breath and I had
regained composure and opened the door slowly.
My sister isn’t a hugging person, she eyed my suspiciously as she
walked in. “"How are you doing?”"

"“Had better days.”" I replied sarcastically.

Her eyes rolled up to the ceiling. “"What is that racket?”"

“"Emily’s rebellion.”" I admitted with a weak smile that begged for
forgiveness. “"I just don’t have the energy to fight her.”"

Charlotte shook her head and made her way past me and up the stairs.
The music was turned down but I didn’t hear what was said but
Charlotte must have told her that I was leaving. As I heard a loud
angry, “"BYE MUM. HOPE THE DOOR SLAMS YOU ON THE ARSE!”"

I knew Charlotte was telling her off by the tone in the mumble I
could make out but I didn’t’ have a clue what she said and to be honest
I was beyond caring. I just wanted to get as far away from the house
as possible and forget the last fifteen years had ever happened!