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Quickling snapping her head around and continuing to pack, Winnie tried to ignore the screams coming from the doorway, hoping that if she could pack fast, she could leave even faster. She knew what her mother was going to say, she had been on her ass since her music had gotten popularity. Her mother would attack her, saying that now she was popular she was distancing herself, and that her mother sacrificed everything for her, and now she was just leaving her in the dust.
She wasn't completely wrong, she had been distancing herself, but not for the reasons she thought. Fame wasn't breaking up their relationship, it was her mother and her poor decision-making skills. It was the fact that her mom constantly brought home random guys, who weren't always kind, and the fact that her mother was honestly, just not mentally stable, or fit for a kid.
Since she had moved to LA and had started making really money off music, she had been hiding it from her mother. She knew that if she found out, she would just gamble it away, or spend it on drugs, or alcohol. Her mother was either passed out, or drunk, so she never really had enough brainpower to wonder where the money was going.
She had a plan, she had been secretly watching her father's Facebook and had figured out his address. He only lived around a 15-minute bus ride from Tampa, which was the third city they were visiting on the tour. When she was there, they were going to have the reunion she had been dreaming about since she was a kid. She was going to march in his house and at first, he wouldn't recognize her, and then she would tell him, and instantly they would click and have the father-daughter bond she had grown up without. You're legally allowed to move out of your parent's house when your 16, and her birthday was on the tour, she would just move in with him until she got her own house. The life she always wanted.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Her mother scolded, throwing the beer bottle inside her suitcase, glass shattering all over her new clothes
"Mom, I told you, I'm going on tour, this has been a plan for months." Winnie calmly said, avoiding eye contact, like her Mother was a monster
"So that's it then, you're just gonna leave me for the next five months? You get one fucking popular album and you leave your own blood behind. Don't forget, I packed up our shit and moved here, I gave you this life" Her mother said, hysterically screaming and crying on the floor like a toddler, making Winnie feel more guilty than she already should.
She knew that her mother was just lying, but she still felt as if she had left her mother behind. Before her father left them, she and her mother were inseparable, they spent every minute together. They baked, cooked, and read, her mother was her built-in best friend. At six, she watched everything she loved in her mother fade away, she saw her loving, caring side wither into nothing but a soulless addict who couldn't find it in herself to love her own daughter
"Mom, you know that's not true" Winnie started tearing up "My friends are waiting outside they're gonna hear you, please, please be quieter." She begged
"Oh, I need to be quieter? Yes, your Highness, I'm sorry, I wasn't aware I needed to PRAISE THE FUCKING GROUND YOU WALK ON AND DO EVERY LITTLE THING YOU SAY. I was going to get sober today, I decided to get sober and stay sober, and now because of your little fucking stunt, I'm not going to be able to stay clean. You and you're bullshit I swear. It's YOUR FUCKING FAULT I AM THE WAY I AM." Her mother screamed, and though invisible to the naked eye, internally, Winnie wanted to curl up into a ball and scream
"You said you would get sober last week, and the week before, and then we-" Winnie was cut off early by a voice "Let's go Winnie" She felt someone pulling her up and off her ground as she was zipping her bags closed.
A certain silver-haired individual quickly grabbed her, and her bags with both hands and swayed around her mother, speed-walking to the door.
"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? TAKING MY OWN DAUGHTER AWAY FROM ME? YOUR FUCKING CRAZY, BETWEEN TEH TWO OF US, YOU'RE THE ADDICT" Her mother screamed, picking up Winnie's childhood lamp, and attempting to chase them back into the house with it to no avail.
"Don't worry man, my dad was just like this" Phoebe said, hugging the girl before telling her to run into the car.
Running out of the house and sprinting towards the car, she saw the door fly open, and Gracie scoot to the side. Awkwardly sitting down next to her, she put her suitcase down, entranced in her own thoughts. Now the entire night was going to be awkward, with her having to explain everything, and them asking questions and just, ugh.
She turned her head out the window feeling hot tears stream down her face, avoiding eye contact with Gracie, scared that if they hugged all she'd be able to do was cry.
Refusing to turn her head around, but still confused when she heard the seatbelt click from both hers, and Gracie's, she suddenly felt Gracie pulling her in and laying them both down, and suddenly all her walls were shattered by Gracie holding a sledgehammer. Her sobs came in waves, and she was sobbing so hard her chest was heaving.
"It's ok, it's okay, we leave tomorrow and you'll never have to come back, You're safe here, breathe, relax." Gracie held the girl to her chest, trying the get her to mimic her breathing. "I am leaving her, I'm pulling away and she knows it and I know it, and it's all my fault." Winnie heaved, feeling Gracie kiss her on the forehead "We used to do everything together and now she hates me and it's my fault and I want, and I want her back and it's not fair" Winnie took her time trying to stutter out her sentence.
If she could go back in time, she would beg the little girl to try harder than she already was to save her parent's marriage. She hadn't tried hard enough and look at where they had ended up. What a brutal way to die.
"And I don't want to be here now, be with her, every time I'm near her I want to run which just makes me more upset. I wish I had a relationship with her, she's supposed to be my mother. I know deep down she's still there and she wants to hug me, but she's stuck, and I want her back." Winnie blubbered like a baby, She had finally opened up to someone, it had been years since this had happened.
"Baby, I know you want this back, and I know you wish there was a relationship there, but there's not and I'm sorry honey but it's not there. She's done you so wrong and me and you both know it. It's not your fault that you're pulling away, it's her. "Gracie wrapped her legs around Winnie's lower body
listening to Phoebe and her mother scream at each other inside made Winnie want to die a little bit more inside. She knew Phoebe had experience with these kinds of things, but her mother wasn't something she wanted people to 'experience'
The car door slammed as Phoebe slammed the ignition and zoomed them the hell out of there. Turning around, she saw police cars showing up, and her mother being tasered, collapsing to the ground in tears and cursing Winnie's name.
"I don't feel anything anymore" Winnie felt a part of her die as she admitted that to herself.
"I know Wynn, it's gonna be ok baby" Gracie pulled her up so Winnie's neck rested in her neck, cradling her back and forth with her legs
A/N
So sorry this took so long, School started. This chapter hits personally hard, I cried writing this.
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Someday
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