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Angie hadn't been picked up at the train station. That wasn't to say no one was there for her, but she wasn't ready.
Three hours of wandering around London hadn't cleared her head. It wouldn't clear her head and it wouldn't change what happened.
I can't deal with this...
But in those three hours Angie learned at least one thing.
It wasn't fair for her mother.
Stepping into the home she'd felt safe in for years Angie felt cold and very scared. She half expected her father to turn the corner from the kitchen with a coffee in his hand.
"Angelia?" Carole nearly dropped the box in her arms when she looked onto herdaughter in the doorway, beside the luggage her mother had been packing and the trunks of Angie's that had been picked up after the train.
"Mum."The silence was awkward and made Angie want to up and leave, it had to be better then this out there.
"I didn't know if you got my letters."
"I did Mum."
"So you know where we're moving."
"Yeah." The two of them didn't know what to say. Maybe it was guilt on both ends. Carole had married a murderer and Angie had helped kill the love of her mothers life.
Could she look her in the eyes?
"Where did you go when you go off the train? I waited around for you but you never-"
"Went for a walk." Angie shifted nervously.
"Are you hungry?" The quesstion was loaded. Like, if Angie answered yes she was obligated to eat, is she said no sshe'd be crshing her mother.
"I already ate."
"Ahh." A win loose situation. Nervously she tucked her hair behind her ear.
"I havn't packed your room. Didn't know what you wanted still..." Angie nodded and started up the stairs filled with this sinking feeling that this would never get any better.
Slipping into her room Angie felt a distinct sensation while walking past the bathroom.
She rubbed her, what felt like bruised, jaw.
Three hours of wandering around London hadn't cleared her head. It wouldn't clear her head and it wouldn't change what happened.
I can't deal with this...
But in those three hours Angie learned at least one thing.
It wasn't fair for her mother.
Stepping into the home she'd felt safe in for years Angie felt cold and very scared. She half expected her father to turn the corner from the kitchen with a coffee in his hand.
"Angelia?" Carole nearly dropped the box in her arms when she looked onto herdaughter in the doorway, beside the luggage her mother had been packing and the trunks of Angie's that had been picked up after the train.
"Mum."The silence was awkward and made Angie want to up and leave, it had to be better then this out there.
"I didn't know if you got my letters."
"I did Mum."
"So you know where we're moving."
"Yeah." The two of them didn't know what to say. Maybe it was guilt on both ends. Carole had married a murderer and Angie had helped kill the love of her mothers life.
Could she look her in the eyes?
"Where did you go when you go off the train? I waited around for you but you never-"
"Went for a walk." Angie shifted nervously.
"Are you hungry?" The quesstion was loaded. Like, if Angie answered yes she was obligated to eat, is she said no sshe'd be crshing her mother.
"I already ate."
"Ahh." A win loose situation. Nervously she tucked her hair behind her ear.
"I havn't packed your room. Didn't know what you wanted still..." Angie nodded and started up the stairs filled with this sinking feeling that this would never get any better.
Slipping into her room Angie felt a distinct sensation while walking past the bathroom.
She rubbed her, what felt like bruised, jaw.