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Chapter 3

I stormed up to my bedroom, and shut the door behind me. I couldn’t believe it. I just couldn’t. I hated her more now than before she turned up on my doorstep. This was going to change everything. And if course mum isn’t going to turn her away.

Then there came a knock on the door.

“Go away.” I said.

The door opened anyway, and Lola came in.

I didn’t speak. I would just ignore her.

“Maddy?” She didn’t deserve to call me that. She barely knew me. But still I didn’t say anything.

“I don’t have to sleep in our room, if you don’t want me too.”

I couldn’t help it. “It’s not our room. It hasn’t been for 8 years. It’s my room.”

“Well, ok then. I don’t have to sleep in your room. I can sleep in the lounge or something.”

“Where were you Lola?!” I burst out. “Where were you when Dad died?! Where were you when mum stopped speaking to me, when mum shut herself in her room, when I had to take care of her, when I had to cook every single meal, and do all the shopping, and when I got asked questions by everyone, saying things like where’s your sister gone? Wasn’t there two of you at some point? Where were you for all my birthdays that I celebrated on my own, all those Christmases eating a poorly made Christmas dinner, hoping mum would stay down after it finished, but knowing she never would. Where were you Lola?”

I was crying again, and to my surprise, so was Lola.

“I’m sorry Mads.” I’d forgotten she used to call me that.

“Where were you when I needed my big sister?” I whispered.

And she looked at me, face full of sorrow.

“You can sleep here too.” I said.

She looks at me, then takes something out of her pocket. It’s a necklace. One of those half hearts that come in a pair. I finger the necklace that I wear everyday.

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