Chapter 3-the sleepless nights, the drag-on fights
******5 year before*******
"Well maybe you should just leave then."
I pointed to the door, staring directly at her. "This family only needs you as much as you need us. Which clearly isn't at all."
"How dare you talk to me that way, I am your mother-"
"YOU'RE NOT MY MOTHER!"
I took a breath to keep myself from sobbing. "You may be my mother legally and by blood. Your name may be on my birth certificate but you are not my mother. Because of you, this house has been ripped into pieces. So you need to just get out."
She just sat there shaking her head and staring at me like an idiot. It's like she was daring me to do something rash, something drastic. I went over to the closet, pulling a suitcase out and walking to the empty bedroom. She followed me, her heels hitting the hardwood floor with headache loudness.
"What're you doing?!"
She screamed as I began throwing her designer clothing and small belongings in.
"I told dad I'd take care of it. Told him I would take care of this. You. So that's exactly what I'm doing."
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"The breaking inside, the loneliness to come. It's alright...is this goodbye? Won't hurt me for too long, I'll be fine on my own. It'll take some time...but I know that I...I'll find where I belong. And I'll find it in a song..."
I set my guitar down and smiled to myself. Hunter's songs were something different from everyone else's; they always got me thinking. Thinking about every and anything. This song was one that made me think even more than usual. It took me back to a darker place and helped me get out of that time, because I know I never would've been able to do it alone. I feel asleep to his voice and in tears so many nights I lost count.
"Hey, baby, whatcha doin?"
My aunt Jo stepped onto the front porch and pushed herself up onto the railing next to me.
I shifted my guitar in my lap and smiled at her. I had always love my aunt, she was always like a mother to me. She treated me so much like her own. I think she was the prettiest women I've ever seen, forget all the movie stars.
"Just...playing." I replied softly, looking behind me and gluing my eyes onto the sunset. "I really love it here." My chocolate eyes met her blue ones and she smiled wider.
"I knew you would. I told your uncle, from the moment we moved here: 'this is where Bridget belongs, not us!'" She laughed, remembering. "I can remember you being a little girl, when you got your first guitar at 6 years old for Christmas. You were so happy. It was the cutest little pink guitar I had ever seen, with the most delicate little strings, perfect for your little hands. I had never seen that look of pure...delight and happiness on your face before. And from that moment on...I knew music was what you were going to do with your life. What you NEEDED to do."
"I do need it."
She rubbed my back for a few minutes. "I know you do, sweet heart. But just always remember: never let anyone tell you you can't do this. Don't let anyone EVER tell you this isn't for you. Because this is for you. It isn't for you, it IS you. Music is your life. And never, ever let anyone take that away from you."
"...thank you. Hearing all that..means a lot to me."
"It's all the truth. I..overheard...
what Ren had said to you. And I wanted you to know its not just him who has faith in you. Everyone in this house does. I know you can make it in this business, no matter what your father may think or say. I know he knows you can do it. I bet...I bet he just didn't want to watch his little girl go. But I want to see you become big, become famous. I know how driven and hard working you are. This is what you were meant to do, why were put on this earth."
I couldn't help but giggle a little at how much faith my aunt had in me and my talent. "Don't worry. I know."
