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Chapter 8 - Carry on Wayward Daughter
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Somewhere in Texas
The phone had been ringing for hours.
Hours upon hours, all the time.
The tune wouldn't shut up, never ever.
It didn't help that I don't know how to shut the damn thing off. And worse than that, I needed a phone for other purposes than answering calls.
I had ran away from my little girls months ago, and I knew I had lost one of them.
I saw it, way before it even happened in our own backyard.
My dear Henry, how I wish she didn't have to suffer like that.
My dear Harper, how utterly lost she must be right now without me there to guide her.
But I can't.
I am a failure as a mother.
As I psychic, the voices just won't shut up. And the phone won't stop ringing.
I throw the damn thing into the wall, but it survives.
Damn.
Why me?
Why did I have to live like this.
Why did I have to fall in love with such a horrible man.
Why did I give birth to the most beautiful girls in the universe. So pure and powerful.
Harper will suffer too.
I know it.
And there is nothing I can do to stop it.
I step out of the motel room and look at the lone highway. Only desert surround this lonely place. It was so dead here that it looked like hell. Dry and dry, no rain would hit this place in months. I knew that.
But I sighed and walked back inside the room. And looked once more at the phone. it was silent. My mother had tried to reach me, as had the police and everyone else. I just couldn't handle anything anymore.
Gosh dammit, I hadn't even been a mother when I was with my girls. Harper was the one taking care of us and now she was alone to face everything I have foreseen. How horrible everything would turn out for her.
I am a failure as a mother.
