Chapter 215

• "I know. I just don't like talking about him" I mumble stubbornly. I'm aware that the impact of him still hangs around me, but I'm not in the mood to explore it in detail. My mum places her other hand over the top of both of ours and squeezes them tightly.
• "Okay baby. But one day, I think it's important that you share that with her. No more skeletons in the closet, you saw what it did to Amelia" She whispers quietly to me. I lean back against the chair and nod my head. I don't have the issues that my father did. I don't drink excessively anymore, I don't yell anymore and I'm not a monster to my family.
• "Yeah, maybe" I shrug again, I'm desperate to change the subject. "So you didn't yell at her or anything?" I give my mum a small smile as I ask her.