i gotta go my own way.
Six months since she took a knife and killed her pimp. Six months since her mother took control of the situation, hid his body and helped her daughter cover her tracks. Half a year ago, it doesn't seem that long ago.
Her father still doesn't know, it's a close guarded secret between a mother and daughter. A daughter driven to desperate measures, a mother who wasn't all she seemed and did what any mother would do to protect their only daughter.
"Why did you do it?" She asks, one evening whilst they're alone. In her heart Amelia knows she should leave the situation, it was in the past but a part of her was drawn to the answer. Why did her mother do that? What mother would take control of a murder scene for their child?
"You're my daughter Amelia, I wasn't going to let you spend fifteen years in prison for protecting yourself."
"But nothing." Miriam strokes her daughter's cheek and smiles; "I wasn't going to let you go to prison, I love you."
"I love you too." She rests her head on her mother's shoulder whilst her mother runs her fingers through her hair, "I can't believe I'm moving out tomorrow."
Miriam doesn't want her daughter to fly the nest. She wishes she could keep her home and protect her for the rest of her life. She can't. She's got to let Amelia make her own mistakes, get hurt and live a little.
"Be safe." She kisses the top of Amelia's head. Amelia smiles; "I promise to be."
The final night of mother and daughter being together, they fall asleep on the bed together. Amelia's head is in her mother's chest and she's sucking her thumb like she's five again. She wishes she didn't have to leave but she knows there's a whole new adventure out there.
It'll just be weird to experience it alone.
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