Independent [SS x OC ]

Chapter 7

It was almost August. I had to tell my mom I was leaving eventually. I dreaded the day I actually told her. I was worried about how she'd react. She can be unpredictable at times.

"Mum," I began, walking into the living room. She was knitting on the couch, listening to the radio. Her head turned to me and she smiled. Her strawberry blond hair styled as a 50's pinup girl, her skirt neatly spread out around where she sat.

"Melody, darling, come sit with me," she said happily. I pursed my lips together and took a seat across from her.

"There's something I need to tell you..." She set her knitting aside.

"Darling, fix your glasses, they're awfully dirty." She was right. I took my red framed glasses off and cleaned them with my shirt. She smiled when I put them on. I gave a half smile.

"Now, what is it you would like to tell me?" Mum tilted her head to the side. I took a deep breath.

"I need to leave. Soon," I exhaled. Her smile slowly faded as she processed what I was saying.

"Leave? Where? Why?" she questioned.

"If I tell you, you won't believe me." I looked her straight in the eye.

"I will do my best to understand." He said, folding her hands in her lap. I took another deep breath.

"I found out that I am a witch and that there is a school for people like me. I've been offered to go -- and I'll be taking the opritunity." I spoke with as much confidence as I could muster. I made sure I was sitting up right, like Mum had always taught me. She blinked a few times, keeping her eyes on me.

"I was hoping this would have been about your tattoo career..." she admitted.

"You knew?"

"Of course I knew, darling. Not one thing goes on in this house that I don't know about."

"Back to my -- decision?"

"Well, I know you are a smart girl," she began. "And I know you are mature enough to make decisions on your own." I blinked. I had no idea she thought of me like that.

"Just know that you are always welcome to come home, and make sure to write me as often as you can." She sighed, "What ever you are hiding under this magic and witch nonsence, I know you can take care of yourself."

I gave a soft smile.

"Thank you Mum, this means a lot to me."

"Thank you for opening up to me. I know how hard it is to express your feelings and thoughts."

We both stood and embraced. Mum was always understanding and taught me to be a proper woman. Of course, some of that went down the drain when I went behind her back and got an apprenticeship in tattooing, but she still loved me. She accepted me for who I am and it meant the world. I would never forget her nor would I ever intentionally hurt her.