"Why is your name Avalon Scott on this drivers license?"
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Avalon Scott had been on the run from her ex fiancé for nearly a year when she landed a job as a bodyguard for one of the richest men in New York. Instead she's hired to be an undercover b...
I haven't seen my mother in years. Why the hell do I have to see her now? As a matter of fact, I'm the one going to Michigan to see her. Not the other way around. I have to see her with her new husband and her new little life in the middle of nowhere.
I always saw her in nice designer clothes. Always shopped at high-end stores and wore expensive jewelry. She'd lecture us if we didn't go out wearing something expensive. Now she lives on a fucking farm. A farm!
She became the woman she hated when she was with my dad.
Becca and my mum have kept in contact ever since her move. She even flew out to her small wedding two years ago. But she doesn't get it. Becca didn't witness what I did. She didn't go through a deep depression and one by one, your other family starts disappearing until there are two left. Her mom didn't leave her when she needed her the most.
And now she has a new husband. She was married to my dad for twenty-five years. It took her one fucking year to get over her marriage and her family. Before I knew it, I had a wedding invitation in the mail that had my mum's face smiling at her fiancé. He has a punchable face.
"Harry?" Jane nudges my shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts. "We're here."
I shoot my head up, looking out through the window. Looks like she put her divorce money to good use. It's a big white house with a long porch. It looks very...suburban. It looks right out of a movie.
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I'm the last to get out of the car, throwing my duffel bag over my shoulder. I look ahead and see Becca running over to my mum. I can't see much of her but I know Becca was running towards her. Jane and Becca's bodyguard are taking out the luggage from the trunk while I slowly and dreadfully walk over to my mother.
The lady that left when I needed her the most. The one that ditched her life in New York and became the woman she never thought she'd become. Becca and her are in tears, still hugging each other tightly. Gross.
Once my mum's eyes land on me she smiles brightly. She pulls away from her hug and starts walking towards me. I look at her outfit and it makes me want to call her a hypocrite. A flannel and jeans. She rarely wore jeans and if she did she made sure they were expensive. I think it had to do with thread count or something.
She's a couple of feet away from me with her arms out. She's funny if she thinks I'm hugging her. I hold out my right hand, catching her by surprise. She looks down at my hand then back at me. That's when I finally get a good look at her. She looks the same as she did before she left. Except she has a few more wrinkles.
If she still lived in New York I bet she would've gotten Botox already.
