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Returning Home With Empty Hands

Brandy's POV

I went to the last address that my mom, sent a letter from, she said that this address was her best friends' house and if I ever felt alone and need a mom, go there. As I stood in front of the house I vaguely remember my mom used to come here and visit with a friend, I think her Name was Anna. I just stood, in thoughts until I heard a voice that sounded too familiar.

"Can I help you with something child?" the voice said and I looked up and I couldn't believe my eyes of to who I was looking at. It was my mom. I didn't say anything, I was just baffled, that she was living here and she didn't even come and get me.

"I said can I help you!" she said in a slightly aggravated tone.

"Yes you can. I think that you're my mom." I said with a tear coming down my face.

"Hunny, I think you got the wrong person." She said trying to hide that she really was my mom.

"Don't give me that crap mom! I know it's you all I want to know is why you didn't come back for me! Why do you let me stay with HIM!" I was getting more angry than sad by now.

"Brandy, I just … didn't …no that's not right I could live with myself knowing that your father was abusive to me."

"Well he's abusive to me now thanks to you!" I walked up to her and starred me right in the eyes, then I hit her in the face throwing her off.

"You have NO RIGHT TO HIT ME!" she screamed from the porch as I walked to the sidewalk.

"Oh yes I do. After everything I've been threw. And you look at you, your fine living here, and not even calling on a birthday or nothing. Hell I thought you were dead. For all I care right now I wish you were." I left her there just like that without even a goodbye.

I walked around for a while regretting the fact what I did to my mom, but I really think she need a hard dose of reality. I started to feel bad for myself and how any time my mom could have came and picked me up but that never happened. I walked in to the park, were Ponyboy had set up for the picnic to find him there. His head hung down low, almost crying like he lost the one thing in the world that he cared about: Me.

"Hey Ponyboy, I missed you!" I said as it threw him off to hear my voice.

"God did I miss you too!" he said as he kissed me.