A/N: so yea.. I'm gonna stick with one shots for now. I find it too hard to stick with chapters.
Kyra Hart walked back from school, tears threatening to fall from her sparkling blue eyes. Don't give up. Her mother's voice rang in her head. Kyra shook her head. No, she wouldn't think of her mother. Not now, not ever. She had a choice and chose her dad. Her mother was in her past. Nothing could change that. She squeezed her eyes shut to prevent the tears from escaping. She hated it here in Little Rock. Nothing was right. She should be at home bickering with Cheyenne right now. But she wasn't. She was stuck here, in the middle of nowhere. Why did I have to hate my mother back then? She thought regretfully. If only she could go back in time. If only she could change the past. If only there was a way to go back and make everything right. But no. Life wasn't a game. What was done stayed like that. Kyra turned to the only thing that helped her through her life. A knife.
Reba awoke with a start. Breaking in a cold sweat, she shook her head as she thought about the nightmares she'd been having for the past couple of weeks. They've been starting ever since Kyra moved out. But she couldn't be cutting herself. Not her little angel. Reba flopped back into bed. Kyra honey, I want you back with me. She mournfully thought to the stars above. If only she knew what her little daughter was doing. Reba rolled out of bed heading to the phone. No sleep was coming to her so she might as well call her daughter. The telephone rang once, twice, three times. But still, no one picked up. There was no warm bubbly voice on the other end.
Beep! We're not here to pick up your call. If you're Reba, GIVE UP! Kyra's ours! If you're not, call again some other time. Bye bye now! Barbra Jean's voice floated into Reba's ear as she listened to their answering message. That big buffoon… Reba thought gritting her teeth. She was about to hang up when she heard a small voice on the other end.
"Hello? Kyra? Is that you?" Reba said.
"Momma, I want to come home. I hate it here. Nothing is right. I've been-I've been doing some wrong things. I need help." Kyra broke down sobbing. She had been reluctant in answering the phone seeing her mother's number but needed some support.
"Kyra, calm down. I wish you could come home but your father won the custody battle over you when you claimed that I abused you. I'm so sorry Kyra but I don't even have the right to come over and see you. Actually, I can get in so much trouble just talking to you. I wish it was different Kyra. I really do.
Kyra sobbed hysterically. One wrong decision and now she couldn't even change it. She felt so helpless. So alone in the cold cruel world. Nothing was ever right. And nothing will ever be. Her mother was hundreds of miles away from her and there was nothing she could do. If only things could be changed.
A/N: review please!