January 2nd 1990, Glenda sat up in her hospital bed and held onto her newborn daughter. "You're going to have the perfect life princess" Glenda kissed her baby's forehead breathing in her soft smell. The soft Adelaide sun broke through the window, a perfect day to start their perfect life.

Ronnie sat down on the sofa and warily watched her mother hovering around.

"You can sit... If you like" Ronnie offered not quite sure what to say

"Thank you" Glenda replied choosing the armchair opposite to Ronnie.

Ronnie stared at her mother taking in every detail, she had changed, older but still recognisable. Her hair and clothes seemed so much more relaxed than she remembered, but she supposed she had Archie controlling the way she looked back then.

"Tea?" Ronnie offered, her voice cracking with nerves

"Darling, why don't you just shout at me, get it over and done with" Glenda offered

Ronnie was taken aback by her mothers confidence, being away from Archie really had done her good. How could Ronnie shout at her for escaping the monster that was her father.

"I don't want to shout" Ronnie muttered realising she sounded like a small child.

"I can't get over how beautiful you are" Glenda sighed, with a contented smile.

Ronnie beamed back at her, acceptance and appreciation those things that always came so freely from her mother. Things Archie could never quite manage. Ronnie watched as Glenda rose up and headed over towards the row of photos that stood neatly on Ronnie's shelf.

"Roxanne?" Glenda gasped gently touching the photo

"Yep" Ronnie smiled getting up and standing next to her "and thats her daughter- Amy"

"A granddaughter" Glenda beamed "well that means I have two, unless... Did you have a boy or a girl Ronnie?"

Ronnie's face dropped, tension was thick in the air and Glenda could see the change in mood almost immediately.

"I've said something wrong haven't I?" Glenda worried

"You just left me, I was fourteen years old, pregnant and you just left me" Ronnie spat, a single tear escaping, rage building, Glenda had picked upon the one area of Ronnie's life that was still raw and painful.

"Darling i'm sorry but I had to go I..." Glenda started but was cut of by Ronnie before she could explain

"You see this beautiful little girl?" Ronnie growled picking up the picture of Danielle "Well she was mine, my daughter, but she's dead now and i'll never get to hold her in my arms again. You don't understand but the day you left you started a chain of events that led to her death"

Glenda's heart lurched at the sight of her daughter in so much pain, sobs escaped from Ronnie deep and so full of pain. She didn't understand, she didn't know what had happened so Glenda just did what instinct told her to do, pull her baby close and tell her everything was going to be alright.

"I'm sorry" Glenda soothed, holding Ronnie in her arms like when she was child, holding her close.

"Why did you leave me, why?" Ronnie gasped

"Because... Because I was pregnant as well Ronnie, I couldn't let Archie control another of my children" Glenda sobbed, her secret finally escaping. Ronnie looked at her completely in shock.

"You sacrificed my babies life for yours" Ronnie uttered pulling away from her mother.

***

Rebecca had tried calling her mum at least three times and it had gone to voicemail each time. She kept trying to imagine what it was like to have spent so long without a mum but she couldn't, she couldn't imagine not having Glenda's big warm cuddles and girly nights wrapped up in front of the television. She felt sorry for her sisters, sure they had gotten their father but from what Glenda had said about Archie Rebecca was glad she hadn't had him in her life. Rebecca sat down on the wall and decided to wait, she had already looked round the Square and the place was hardly exciting. Checking her mobile again, this time when she looked up she was confronted by the scary woman from the cafe... Her sister.

"You still hanging around?" Roxy asked

"I'm waiting for my mum" Rebecca replied in a timid voice "look i'm sorry about earlier I was out of line, it was my fault I wasn't looking where I was going"

"You're alright kid. That's an interesting accent you've got there, where you from?" Roxy questioned with a smile, sitting down next to her.

"Well i've spent most of my life in Australia, but my mums a Londoner so my accents a weird mix of the two" Rebecca laughed

"You eighteen?" Roxy asked

"Nineteen actually" Rebecca replied not sure why Roxy was asking

"Ah good you're more than old enough for an apology drink then, come on I live in a pub, drinks are on the house" Roxy smiled

"Sure" Rebecca stuttered, she couldn't tell her who she was but that didn't mean she couldn't get to know her sister.

Roxy wasn't sure what it was about this girl that made her want to look after her but since their confrontation Roxy had felt really guilty. Roxy watched as the girl brushed her hair out of her eyes fixing a smile onto her face.

"God you looked like my sister just then" Roxy laughed "that ain't a compliment!"

Rebecca joined in the laughing nervously, if only you knew Roxy, if only you knew.

Hope you're liking this, it's taking a little while to get into the build up because there's just so much to explain. The more i'm writing the more things are changing from how I initially planned this in my head. Comments are always appreciated and thank you for reading. Will try and update again today :)