TAKEN (Austin Mahone Fanfiction) UNDER MAJOR EDITING

Chapter 45

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*Austin's POV*

After leaving Harley's house, i feel more relieved and stress free. i hope she gets the point this time because im tired of her constantly interfering with michaela and i.
As i continue driving i cant seem to get one thing out of my mind.

i listen to the radio and the song "turn to you" by Justin bieber is playing.

I listen to the lyrics and i cant help but think of that woman, how different life would have been if she didnt make the mistakes she made, Its not something i like to admit but it gets hard sometimes, walking around the street and seeing kids with their parents.
Even seeing the relationship Michaela has with her mom. why couldnt my mom have given me that same love and care? why did my mom have to be what she was?

i always noticed that after my dad's death, thats when my mom went nuts. it was hard for both of us but she should of at least tried to be a parent.

As im driving i cant help but feel a pain in my chest, its like theres an empty space within me, As im at a stoplight the song comes to an end and i start thinking again.

I dont forgive my mom for what she did and im still fucking pissed but it really has been years since i last spoke to her, she would constanly call me at Alex's house but our conversations never went anywhere besides "hi" and "bye"

I quickly make a left turn.
i know i may regret it later but i think its time i go see my mother, just to at least tell her that ive made it good in my life without her.

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I pull over and park my car. i step out and examine my surroundings.

There is a huge sign at the front gate that reads "Federal Women's Correction Facility."

The walls look like they need repainting and its not the best part of town you wanna be in.

i step in and theres a really skinny blonde lady who seems like shes in her mid-40s sitting at the front desk.

"Can i help you young man?" she asks and her voice is hoarse, you can tell that shes into smoking.

"yeah, i wanna see Michele Mahone please?"

"and who are you?" she asks with a slightly unpleasing attitude

"im her son, Austin Mahone." i reply

she holds out her scraunny finger signaling me to wait while she searches her computer. I look around and all i see is guards everywhere, ready to draw their weapons when they need to, this place must be what hell is, being held in one space for most of your life with no freedom and having people constantly watching your every actions.

The lady signals one of the officers to come to the desk.

"May you take this young man to the visiting room and get Mahone, tell her she has a visitor."

i walk slowly behind the guard and she leads me to a small room with tables and chairs and of course sorrounded with armed women.

"Wait here." she says and i take a seat.