Bad Habits (Shameless)

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CHAPTER 16

That evening had already marked itself as procrastinated to declarations, to truth and admission of lies, of mistakes, of abandonments, to hopeful excuses and a lot of things attributable to what that woman, Kristia Owens, or Milkovich, had carried out, well it depends from what point of view do you look at the matter.

When that evening the brown-haired girl, slightly damp from the light summer rain of the evening, crossed the threshold of the front door of the gallagher house, had to blame one of the people who made her childhood, if not her whole life a complete hell, his mother, the one who until a few years earlier, as soon as she had found the first possibility, the one who abandoned it without even thinking twice, crossed her shining eyes with those of the 16 years old , and smiled slightly before doing some step forward to the daughter with open hands.
Samara looked at her intently, she hadn't really changed a thing , still the same long ash blonde hair falling over her shoulders, and her face hadn't really changed at all, and next to her, an 11-year-old boy, slamming annoyed his feet on the floor, with his hands crossed on his chest, who was also looking at the girl.

Samara swallowed the void, she felt the air become heavier and tense and the atmosphere was not one of the best, everyone was there, no one excluded, all with their eyes fixed on her, impatient for a reaction from one of the two, of words, of a speech.

Samara looked around, meeting Kevin's gaze inviting her to speak to her and Krista's eyes moving across her daughter's figure, when she herself broke the silence, marking the words of the first sentence

"Honey, I'm back, I'm here! Your brother and I wanted to see you" - the woman said softly, approaching the entrance of the Gallagher house, where Samara was still standing , petrified by the situation, with wet eyes and trembling legs, staring into space.

Pain loomed in her body, after everything she did to her, she had the nerve to go back to her daughter, after almost 9 years of abandoning her, and now she wanted to pretend like nothing had happened?

"You are .., you have grown a lot uh .." - Kristia continued saying, getting even closer to her daughter, when the latter decided to speak.

"Yes, you know life works like this" - her daughter spat back in a cold tone, biting her tongue and squinting at the sensation of tears getting heaped on the edges of her eyes.

"You-you have become beautiful" - Krista noted smiling and trying to take her daughter by the hand, before pulling them back towards herself , and placing them inside the pockets of her shorts

"Thank you" - was all what the girl said, looking up at her mother's eyes, whose lips were curving downwards and her eyes were starting to become empty again like those of her daughter.

"I, um, I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry, I'm really sorry for what I've done, for everything I've put you through, you don't deserve a mother like me, and that's why I want to start all over again, I want learning to be a better mother , I want to try to have a better relationship with you and- "

"Uh, do you really think that by spitting only useless words from that mouth you regain my trust? , that you'll able to recreate a relationship with me? , when there was never Krista, there was never anything, I've never been anything to you Krista, nothing, just a mistake, and you kept saying it at me every fucking day of my life, and you know what it's like to be told that you are useless, that you are a mistake, that you are shit, every day? I think, or at least I don't think you ever cared how I felt, I think no one ever cared, and now you want to establish a relationship with me? Even if you gave birth to me it doesn't mean that you are my mother, they could have swapped me at the clinic, and anyway, you never had maternal instincts towards me, you never worried about anything about me, and now after almost 9 fucking years of not seeing you, you came here and apologized With your fucking apologies hoping that I'll give you a second chance? pathetic. "- the daughter said in one breath, interrupting the mother's words that sounded like a stupid rhyme in her head, too much she had used these words to get past on everything and go on, to try to to be forgiven, to try to receive compassion, those words were more than used.