CHAPTER FIFTY ONE: BAD THINGS ALWAYS HAPPEN IN HOSPITALS

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Just as the woman's eyes closed, she quickly woke up, but this time in a different room. Amara practically bolted up, frantically inspecting the room around her.

As soon as she heard beeps coming from the machine next to her, she knew she was in a hospital room.

But why?

She fucking hated hospitals. Bad things always happen in hospitals.

Next to the bed was a chair, and on the back of it was Liam's parka. Near the chair was a table with Meg's bag on top of it as well as Noel's jacket.

Amara tried to slide out of bed to look around, but her legs felt like jelly. She wobbled as soon as her feet touched the floor. Her knees shoot and she ended up falling over onto them, crashing against the floor despite holding onto the bed for support.

With a groan, she lifted herself up once again and hobbled to the door. It creeked open, a small gap so she was able to hear what was happening outside the room. There were multiple voices, English and French, having a heated discussion.

Amara listened, as she recognised most of them. Some of them made her heart drop.

"Our Amara needs help. I've always said that ever since she started seein' you inconsiderate people she has become out of control! Now look where she is, again! She needs to be with her proper family, at home!" An older woman's voice spoke, a slight Irish twang to it.

Her mother.

"Family? You stopped bein' her family since you laid your hands on her, and you fuckin' abandoned her." Noel spat at her lowly, also speaking to someone else, but Amara didn't see, before someone else added their point.

Samantha spoke too, "Mrs Watson, I've known your daughter since 93' and I'm confident enough to say that this is none of your fucking business. You can't bloody control her after this long of not seeing her!"

"Who on earth are you supposed to be to her? We're her parents. We decide what's best for her thank you." A male voice spoke.

Amara felt her stomach drop. What the fuck was he doing here?

"Bullshit. You're lucky you're standin' up straight right now and not the one in a hospital bed. I should leather you again for what you did." Liam scowled at the man.

"Don't talk to my husband that way!" Amara's mum yelled back.

"I'll talk to 'im however I fuckin' like, you bunch of twats. Your names 'aven't come out of her mouth in years. You're pricks for bein' here, especially you for bringin' him with ya'!"

"Amara needs her parents right now, not the people who made her become so crude! I've seen the news surrounding you lot. She's better of with her mother and father away from this life." Amara's dad interjected angrily.

Liam scoffed, "She's been better off without you two ruinin' her life. You lost your chances with her when you both became shitty parents."

"Oh really? After what's happened to Lara, that poor woman, I'm not letting her end up like that too! Amara needs help without your interference."

"Hey, what happened to Lara was a horrid accident! Keep her name out of your mouth!" Meg suddenly snapped. Amara didn't even realise that Meg was involved in the argument.

But what happened to Lara?

And where's Molly?

From what it sounded like, Amara's parents were here to take her somewhere far away from the people who actually cared about her, maybe even take her finances in the process. Who knows? They must be desperate, especially her mother, if she brought her father with her.

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