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Chapter 8 - Carry on Wayward Daughter
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Somewhere in Texas
Sunny Bellrose stepped out of the motel room and looked at the lone highway. Only desert surrounded this lonely place. It was so dead here that it looked like hell. Dry and dry, no rain would hit this place in months. She missed the lush green Mystic Falls.
But she sighed and walked back inside the room. And looked once more at her phone. It was finally silent. Her mother had tried to reach her, as well as the police and everyone else close to her.
Text messages, so many messages that kept piling up in her inbox. Friends kept trying to coax her home,the cheriff pleaded to get her to care about Harper.
Gosh dammit, she had never felt like a mother when she was with the girls. She had never felt that connection that mothers should have to their children. She felt like the biggest failure, but what more could she do? What would going back do? Harper had been the one taking care of them and now she was alone to face everything Sunny had foreseen. How horrible everything would turn out for the teenager.
Sunny remembered her girls childhood, how she couldn't be bothered when they cried, or when they got angry.
Henry often got angry when she didn't get that thing, doll or other toy or money, that she wanted. But Sunny would just go in the other room, she would leave the kids at the store, leaving the girls to walk home. Sunny had wanted to be free, and regretted her decisioin to leave their father when he started to talk about commitment and the fucking american dream. She felt nauseous even now.
It didn't mean that she didn't love her children. She did, she loved them to the moon and back. But when it was time to step up to the trials and tribulations that motherhood, especially single motherhood came with, she gave up before even trying. Motherhood wasn't for her, simple as that.
Sunny had seen her family's demise when her girls were young, why even try when it would end like that?