My breathing was hitching as I reached the exit of the shop. I stopped immediately, looking around for her. I gulped down the orange juice as I spun around on the heel of my foot, desperately hoping for a sign of her. My eyes popped when I saw her pushing her trolley back to the booth will all the other. I didn’t exactly know what to say to her, I couldn’t just say; where’s my sister? She’d probably smack me with her handbag like in the old cartoons. I swallowed the rest of the drink and began to walk over, as I did she walked away, towards a car, dammit. I started to up my pace but I was soon stood in the empty car parking space which was once occupied by her and the car. I stood staring aimlessly as she disappeared out of the car park. I hadn’t noticed a car angling towards the space I was stood in until they decided to furiously slam their horn on. I glared at the driver through the window before running of, literally running. My legs moved faster then I’d known them to, ever. My arms trashed against my sides as I charged after the car. Luckily it was a straight road, it couldn’t have swerved off in another direction. I carried on running as fast as my body would naturally allow.
I’ve been running for a good twenty minutes, if not more and I was definitely felling the consequences, good thing I was wearing running shoes. Never in my life had I ever run that fast, especially not in a sports lesson at school, every time we did running I would suddenly get my period and have to sit out. The perks of being a girl, sometimes, it’s not all that great. I watched from small distance as the car slithered into a driveway off a detached house in a fairly quiet neighborhood. I crept ever so slightly closer to their house without looking like a stalker. I was now peering though a bush, probably looking like a complete freak. My pocket on my shorts started vibrating violently signaling someone was calling. Typical, I couldn’t be sneaky without being interrupted. I kept my gaze fixed on the woman and the house as I pulled my phone out and answered it without looking at he caller name.
“Hello?” I hissed, not wanting to blow my cover.
“Where are you this time?” Is was Louis, I should have guessed.
“Out.” I replied vaguely..
“Just out.” I stuttered out.
“Natasha.” He was almost shouting and definitely annoyed.
“I’m fine, don’t worry.”
“Please don’t be doing anything stupid.” He sighed.
“Like what?” I grumbled. “Ouch, bloody bush.” I muttered, puling a thorn from my finger.
“Why are you in a bush?” He scoffed. “You’re up to something, are you spying on someone?” I remained silent. “Natasha, what are you doing?”
“Louis, get here now.” I commanded in a monotone voice.
“Louis, you need to get here now.”
“Where are you?”
“I’ll text you.” I replied before ending the call. My eyes still in disbelief. I couldn’t stop the tears form pouring out. She was there, right in front of me. My sister, the one I thought had dies was standing twenty meters in front of me, not even knowing I was here. I sent the street name to Louis and the house number, coating my phone in a sprinkle of tears as I typed. So many questioned were going through my head. Why was she here? Why didn’t I know she was alive? Why wasn’t I told? What about my parents? Are they alive too?
“Natasha!” Louis shouted, pulling my arm, dragging me out of the bush.
“Louis, keep it down!” I hissed.
“Have you been crying?” He asked, I slowly nodded. “Why?”
“I have to show you something.”
“Natasha, what’s going on? Is everything alright?” He sounded worried. I ignored his question and grabbed his hand, pulling us up the driveway of the house I had been staring at for the past then minutes. “Natasha?” Louis repeated for the last time until we reached the door. As soon as I ring the doorbell my live could take a drastic turn.
“Can I help you?” The woman said opening the door. I was taken back at first, I hadn’t prepared what I was going to say at all.
“I-uh.” I stammered. “Is uh, Laura here?” I mumbled.
“Who are you?” She questioned, her voice low and her eyes pinned on me.
“Is she here?” I asked ignoring her question.
“Mum, who’s at he door?” I heard a voice call out.
“LAURA!” I screamed unable to stop myself.
“Mum?” My sister, the girl I failed to protect cowered behind another woman.
“Don’t worry sweetie, go wait inside.”
“No!” I shouted.
“Natasha!” Louis hissed at me, forcing me back.
“No Louis! That’s my sister!” I shouted in his face.
“Who are you?” The woman repeated again.
“I’m her sister!” I raised my voice at her, pointing my finger in Laura’s direction. Nothing really changed on her appearance; she still had the same cute button nose, piercing blue eyes, and blonde hair. Just by looking at her eyes I knew it was her.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The woman replied.
“I’m Natasha, her sister! You can’t do this to me!” She said almost closing the door.
“Mum, why does she keep saying I’m her sister?” Laura asked.
“She’s crazy, come on let’s go inside, I’m going to call the police.”
“NO!” I yelled. “Laura, this is not your mum, I’m your sister.”
“Leave here, leave us alone before I call the cops.”
“No please!” I begged. “You can’t do this. That’s my sister. She was taken away once I won’t let it happen again.”
“I’m calling the police.” She replied before slamming the door in our face. “No!” I cried out. “Laura, Laura!” I pleaded for an answer. “Louis.”
“No.” He replied, in a pissed tone. He pushed me into the passage seat of his car which was parked further down the road. I remained crying my eyes out, I couldn’t stop the tears if I tried.
As soon as we reached the house Louis stormed out of the car and into the house.
“Woah, what’s going on?” Zayn asked, appearing in the hallway, were he now were.
“NATASHA WHAT THE HELL WHAS THAT?!” Louis yelled at me.
“DON’T YOU DARE YELL AT ME!” I shouted back, no more cowering in the corner, something’s needed to be said and they were going to be said now.
“SHE’S GOING TO CALL THE POLICE!”
“THAT’S MY SISTER!”
“No she isn’t!” He sighed, gripping his hair furiously.
“Louis, I think I would know if she was my sister or not.”
"Natasha listen. Your sister isn’t here anymore, remember? That is some girl who looks like her and you probably just scared the heck out of her.”
“Louis, that’s my sister. It was Laura!” I shouted before turning back around.
“Where are you going now?”
“Where do you think?”
“I SWEAR IF YOU GO BACK THERE I’LL…”
“YOU’LL WHAT? CALL THE POLICE?”
“No.” He responded quieter this time. I knew exactly what he was thinking.
“Don’t worry, I’ll save you the trouble.”
“You don’t trust me, none of you do!” I pointed at all the gazing faces which had appeared in the room. “All because of this evil, twisted girl!” My finger landed on Jenna.
“HEY!” Harry shouted.
“NO” I cut him off. “I’M SICK OF BEING TREATED LIKE CRAP FOR NO REASON. I’VE HAD ENOUGH. I’VE DONE NOTHING WRONG. HALF OF YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO THINK FOR YOURSELVES AND ALL OF YOU BELIEVE ANYTHING. I DID NOTHING TO THIS GIRL RIGHT HERE, IT’S ALL LIES. BUT OF COURSE YOU WON’T BELIEVE ME. YOU KNEW ME BEFORE HER, SO WHY DO YOU BELIEVE HER OVER ME? But honestly I don’t care anymore.” My voice faded.
“You don’t care anymore?”
“No. You can all live your happy lived together.”
“Wh-what?” Louis stuttered.
“You’re not doing what I think you’re doing are you?”
“I’m doing exactly what you’re thinking. It’s over Louis.”