Room 409 - Friday, late evening
Amber sat on her bed, knees to her chest, and stared down at her painted toes. She'd not long gotten off the phone with her ma and the conversation she'd had with her kept repeating itself over and over and over again in her head. So now, after what she'd considered a decision made, she was again questioning herself. Was she doing the right thing? Would she be leaving her ma alone with no one but Loretta to keep her company? Was she a bad daughter to even think about not going home? Her ma's been alone with Loretta for the past two years... it didn't have to change now. Besides, her ma always knew she wanted out of Mount Rose. Why was she throwing a stink about it now?
She sighed. Her ma had to whine and cuss at her and now her head was killing her.
Whatever. She'd think about it tomorrow. She'd think about a lot of things tomorrow.
...after she quit feeling sorry for herself that is.
And why in the hell was she alone?
Goddammit.
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