Authors notes: Sorry if this chapter was a bit slow guys but I'll make the next chapter more interesting enjoy the chapter and I hope you have a great day! :)
*5 years ago*
It was a cold winter night in the year of 2010 and I was 9 years old. The touching had stopped a couple of months ago and I was currently watching a soap opera with my mum. My mum had shoulder length hair that was a moussey blonde colour. She was taller than me and Julie but smaller than James and dad. We could all see Julie was creeping up though to her height and we all jokingly mocked her for it. My mum's name was Katie and she was a kind caring person. At least this is what I thought on my good days. She was currently doing a psychology degree, she'd started it in 2006 and she still wasn't finished with it. On most days she was working from the time I came home from school from the time I went to bed at night.
"Are you done with your coffee yet?" I was waiting patiently for her too finish her coffee just so that I could hold her coffee cup to keep my hands warm. This was a regular thing that I did to keep warm and happy.
"There you go." My mum handed over her coffee cup that was purple with a ginger and white cat painted onto the side with it.
Mum always sat on the right side of the sofa where the touching mostly occurred. Slowly my thoughts began to trail off to think about how she would feel if she knew this. We were hugging closely while watching the television, my dad was upstairs working in the office and my sister and brother were upstairs probably watching YouTube. It was just me and mum. Mum had dark blag bags under her eyes from working all day and she could barely keep her eyes open. She was wearing her pj's what was a night dress and a soft purple dressing gown with white love hearts on it..
In that moment I was happy and I was care free. Nothing could stop the warmth that was coming from the coffee cup and seeping into my heart which made my face smile a toothy grin.
"I love you mum."
"I love you too honey."
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General FictionSometimes do you just want to escape? Run from everything you hold dear to you. For me that isn't an option. I'm trapped inside my own prison. My own mind...my own story. But hey it could be worse. So enough dawdling let's get this party started...
