In a weak attempt to run from her past, Valley moves away from home after she graduates high school. She keeps to herself in this new small town like she plans and she thinks she is doing fine this way. That is until she comes across a boy who won't...
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"You need to talk to her, Vienna."
"No," I told Sadie brattily.
"Yes. Not only about her parenting but also about law school."
"Why?"
"Because she's your mother."
"What's your point?" I asked, angrily.
"Vienna," she sighed. "You're going to have to let this go."
"I'm not ready to."
"I'm not saying you have to do it now. I'm saying get it out of your system and say what you need to say soon so you can start to let it go."
"Sadie, you don't get it. I don't want to let it go. You know, we can't pick our blood, but maybe I can pick my family. So it doesn't matter if I forgive her bec-"
"I know. I know. You had it different than I did. You had to go between your dad and mom and deal with all those problems on top of your own. You had Trevor and school. I can't imagine-"
"That's not what I'm say-"
"But she's our mother, V," Sadie cut me off again. "Just talk to her for me."
I rolled my eyes irritably. "It won't change that I'm not-"
"Please, V," Sadie begged me.
"Fine, whatever." I hung up the phone. Sadie refused to listen to what I had to say, but for now, that was probably the best.
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"Vienna!" My mother shouts in relief when she answered my call. "My love, talk to me. I've been so worried this past month. I have to pry Sadie open to make sure you're well because you don't answer my calls."
"I wonder why?" I mumbled.
"Vienna, please," she begged. "I love you, and I tried my best with you."
"You tried to make me into something you never could be. I understand wanting your child to have a better life than you had, but pushing me the way you did wasn't the way to do it, mom."
"If you felt this way why didn't you ever say something?" I could hear her starting to cry on the other end and my anger flared with my guilt.
Don't crack, Vienna.
But she's crying. She must feel a little bad.
She's only sorry you are calling her out now.
"Don't you dare put this on me, you wouldn't hear me anyway," my voice cracked as everything fought to be said at once. "You have all these goals for me and I went along with them thinking for the longest time they are my own. But they aren't and I've spent 18 years preparing for a life I don't want to live. So now I have to try and figure it out here, on my own."
