A/N: Sorry it took so long for chapter 3! I just started school again, and I have a bunch more stories to update. So once again, sorry. Please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own it, if I did, I would be rich.

"Well honey, how've you been?"

Lucy spoke with a singsong voice and a cheery smile. It sickened Chloe. How could her own mother walk out of her life for thirteen years and suddenly come back acting like nothing had happened?

"How do you think I am? Honestly, I've been through hell the past thirteen years. I watched my mother walk away and see my sister die both on my fifth birthday. After that I moved away with my drunken father, who made me dispose of my sister's corpse, and beat me everyday until I was brave enough to run away. Since then I've been in and out of foster homes, usually switching locations every month or so. I went through bullying at almost every school I went to. Then today, the one day I'm supposed to celebrate, I can't, because my mom, who's probably been off sleeping with random men every night, decides that today is the best day to come back into my life. So I guess I'm just fine, thank you very much."

"Well Chloe, I honestly don't think your life was that misfortunate. I suspect some of the things that happened were true, but for the record honey, you always exaggerated a bit."

"Do you honestly think I'd lie about things like that? And anyways, how would you know of I exaggerated a lot or a little? You knew me for the first five years of my life. That was hardly enough time to learn your own daughter's personality."

Lucy took a deep breath, she really wanted to be with her daughter again, and was willing to go to extreme costs to spend even an hour with Chloe. It had taken her just short of ten years to track down her child, and she wasn't ready to let it go to waste.

"Listen Chloe, I'm sorry. I know you didn't exaggerate, I just didn't know what to say. I didn't want to believe what happened to you or your sister. It's too painful. I know we haven't had contact for thirteen years, but you're still my daughter. When the doctor's told me about"

Lucy paused.

"When the doctors told you about what?"

"Umm…when the doctors told me about my cancer. You see, when I found out I decided that I wanted to see both of my daughters before my time comes. It wasn't like I hadn't been searching for you guys before, I just didn't know how or where to find you. Finally, I got a friend to help me and I got into the Child Services. When I read your file, and all the shit you'd been through, and what he did to Shannon, I wanted to rip his throat out. If I knew where he was, I'd walk right up to him and stick a gun to head, and I'd pull the trigger."

"He's in prison- for manslaughter and child abuse."

"Oh honey. You know what I'd say to him? I'd say these exact words. Simon, you bastard. You hurt one child, you killed another. How could you do that you sickening son of a bitch. I hope you die a slow and painful death, and I hope you go to hell. You know why I want you to go to hell? Because I know that my little girl is up in Heaven somewhere, and I don't want you to ever set foot near either of our daughters again. In this world or the beyond. You've already hurt them enough, and I don't want them hurt anymore. Because I love them. Unlike you. Go to hell Simon, go to hell."

Both mother and daughter were crying as breakfast was served. It was only then that Chloe had noticed that Margaret and Colin had left, and had moved to another table across the room. Chances were they had heard the whole conversation though. Not like Chloe cared at that particular moment though.

As Chloe was taking a bite into her pancakes, her mother looked at her and said, "So what do you want to do today?" Ideas filled Chloe's head as she thought up ways that she could spend the day with her mother.

Maybe her eighteenth birthday wouldn't be so bad after all.

But that was only a maybe….

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