Eastenders - An addition to the carters

The secrets out

"What did you just say?" I asked with frustration.
"Dean is your brother becky, mick is your brother, I am your mother." she cried.
"Is this some sort of sick joke Shirley? Do you either wanna explain or get out this pub?" I demanded. Mick stood there in confusion and stress while Linda sat down.
"When you was born, you were nothing but trouble-" "like every baby" I interrupted.
"Let her speak Rebecca" Linda stressed. "dean was 11 years old when you was born, I couldn't handle all the stress so I gave you away to some people I knew-" "no.. you gave me away to abusive parents? Did you know they beat me up? They stabbed me and everything to do with violence they hurt me!" I cried/screamed "I know" Shirley said in shame.
"You knew?!" I screamed at her, "you knew and you wanted your child to hurt?"
"I wanted you to grow up being strong and develop from your past" she sobbed.
i looked over at mick and he couldn't even look me in the eye. "mick?" I asked calmly. he looked sick, he looked at the floor crying.
"What is the problem with you? Have you got a thing with lying to your children ay? Have you got some sort of suck disease?" Mick shouted.
Everything calmed down but we were still arguing.

Shirley's POV
All these insults and questions, I didn't know what I was doing at the time. I loved becky so much, I wanted her to be the strongest out of the three I had, the youngest but the bravest. I wanted her to be like me. every day I thought of her, becky carter born 20th April 2000.
Mick and Linda went upstairs and I was left with my 15 year old, disheartened daughter.
"I spent all my life wanting to die, wanting to live in this carter family, being a part of this family and being cared for, an you tell me now? Look at my bruises and cuts" becky showed me her bruises and cuts and I broke down. how could I let this happen to my own daughter? What kind I mother am I?

Beckys POV
I didn't know if she still wanted me or if she didnt, I don't know what I would do if she wants me back though.
"So now what?" I ask, curiously
"Would you accept being my daughter? Will you forgive me?" There it was.. the question that could change my whole life.
"I'm so mad, I hate you right now Shirley" I said and she frowned.
"But I've always wanted a caring mum, someone like you. but I don't know, I'm going now so you better go" I said, still furious. i walked out the door.
"Becky" she called, but I ignored her.