Ellie's POV

To say I was nervous would be the least, the very least. I told Lindsay all about my mom and she told me I should visit her, so, that's what we're doing. We're sat outside her house. In the car. All of us. Like we have been for the last half an hour. I just can't force myself to get out, all I need to do is knock on the door, tell her I love her, but I'm not coming back and that's it. So why do I feel this impending sense of doom? Before I slip off into my dream world again, Lindsay squeezes my hand, bringing me back to the present. Where we are still sat in the car. I was scared, petrified, but I'd be damned if I ever admitted that out loud. Someone's cell interrupted the silence I found deafening, it played a lame song, and Catherine mumbled an apology before flipping it open and answering,

"Yeah, okay. Fine, yeah. I'll call you later, Nance." She slipped the phone back into her bag and turned to me, "Sorry," I shook my head and held up my hand,

"Don't be." I squeezed Lindsay's hand, took a deep breath and opened the door, then stepped out quickly before I could change my mind. "Back in a minute." I tried to fool myself I was going to the store, not to see my drugged-up-deadbeat mom. I reached the door before I realised, and my hand gravitated toward the bell, pressing it down gingerly, no one answered straight away, so I pressed again. And again. After the fifth half-assed-battery-starved rendition of 'Why do Birds Suddenly appear'. I find myself humming the familiar song as I walk to the window, squinting my eyes and shielding the sun with my hand. Nothing, no movement. I walked back to the door and pressed the bell again, and shouted through the door, "Mom?" No answer, I tried opening the door and, unsurprisingly, it opened, "Mom? It's Ellie." Still no answer, I checked the whole house, and she wasn't there. I guess it's expected, I mean, we didn't tell her we were coming today. I got back in the car, and explained that there was no one in. Sara and Catherine smiled at me and told me we could come back, and Lindsay just squeezed my hand, the small action conveying all her love for me. We drove around the block and decided to get something to eat, we stopped at a red light and I looked out of my window, man, we were in downtown San Fran, prostitutes littered the corners, but one stuck out to me. Holy Shit!! That's my mom! "Sara, pullover now."

"You feel sick-"

"Nuh-uh. Look to your right." The gasp told me she had seen her. Oh good God. My mom was... Was... Doing it with people for money. We pulled over and I got out, running over to where my mom was, "Mom?"

"Ellie?! What... What are you doing here?!"

"Yeah, hello to you too." She shot me a look, which told me she wasn't happy with my attitude,

"I'm not happy with your attitude," I could've laughed if I wasn't so angry.

"You're not happy with my attitude? I don't care, you're a... Whore." I whispered the last word, and the all too familiar stinging of tears welling up and the lump in my throat.

"Don't speak to me like that." Her attempt at parenting was abysmal. No surprises there. "I'm your mother."

"You stopped being my mom when you took drugs. When you made Sara go away." My voice broke and I couldn't stop the flow of tears cascading down my cheeks, then I felt comforting arms around my shoulders, and it was Sara.

"You're coming with us Julie, you need... Sorting."

"You can't tell me what to do,"

"Mom, please?" She looked like she was about to decline, but thought better of it and followed us back to the car. Lindsay and Catherine weren't there. I looked to Sara who looked as confused as I was, but she got focused on the matter in hand. My whore of a mother.

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I'm actually writing the next chapter right now, and it should be up by tonight, I just wanted to do it from a different POV

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