"You're right, I never have to do that again" Amelia says, smiling to herself and nodding her head before taking one final glance at the facility. "Are you ready for a hometown tour?" She asks me with brighter eyes than a few moments ago. I start the car and give her a nod. "Fuck yes" I tell her,
The man reappears from the back curtain with an old black guitar case and starts pushing some buttons on the cash register, the kind that makes a clicking rattling sound every time it's touched. I swipe my card and take the case from him, walking out hand in hand with my girl and my new Fender. "Wh
"I stayed with a couple of friends for some of the time, but when their parents grew suspicious of my constant wish to sleep over I would sleep in my car. That became tricky during winter because of how cold it got. So I started going to school to sleep" She continues, as though the answers couldn't
We've been back in London for a few days now, back to the dreadful day to day grind. I'm about to look over some numbers when my phone sitting on the desk in front of me lights up and begins to buzz. Poppy (Amelia's friend) Why is Poppy calling me right now? We don't chat much, and when we do it
"I saw a picture of the two of you in the newspaper and I couldn't believe my eyes...my little girl after all these years....Is she here? Can I see her?" He asks frantically peering around me as he carefully tucks the photo back into a weathered brown wallet. "No" I reply curtly. Thank fuck Amelia'
"How bad did things get?" He asks quietly. I shrug my shoulders, might as well tell him everything. "Pretty fucking bad, she's been in a facility since Amelia was 16. That was after Amelia had to go through Highschool while trying to look after her mum who practically fell apart" I reply. It may no
"Business? I always thought she'd do something more artistic. She used to love to paint, and the girl always had her nose in a book. I used to scour the local bookstore to try and find her name, thinking that she'd for sure become a writer. That or some kind of doctor, she was always far too clever
"That's beautiful, really beautiful" he remarks as his eyes finally lift up from the photo. "Does she still like to read?" His words a barely above a whisper. "She's constantly reading" I confirm. I love that about Amelia, she's always in the middle of a book and won't stop talking about a book on