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I walked through my front door, I had no clue what I would see on the other side.

Mum was passed out on the sofa it was obvious she had been drinking. I knew this wouldn't go well I told Ashton to wait in the car. I didn't want him seeing her. I didn't want him judging my mum and my house. Their dressing room was almost bigger than the whole downstairs of my house.

I walked up stairs to pack a bag. Throwing in random tops and jeans. I only wore black and white jeans. Sometimes acid wash but that was really rare. Most had rips in them. I liked that rock / messy style. It suited me more in my opinion. I didn't like dresses or heels. Once I finished putting a bag of clothes together I went down stairs to tell mum I was leaving.

"What are you doing up?" She looked angry already.

"I've been out. I'm going out again." I answered back trying to sound fearless when in reality I was scared what she was going to do next.

"Where are you going?" I knew this was coming and I didn't really know how to answer it.

"To stay with some friends." I wasn't lying just keeping some of the truth.

"Fine, whatever I Don't really give a shit."

That was it? I didn't think it would be that easy. I grabbed the last few things including my passport. Who knows I might end up touring with them. I wanted to be prepared. I stepped out of the house the cold winter night breeze hitting my face.

I'm free.

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