{ imdeadxandimove }
”I tried to be nice, Darla. But I don’t think you realize that you have a child—your child— depending on you. She isn’t even a teenager and you’re practically forcing her to fend for herself. You’re putting her in danger, Darla. Have you ever considered what might have happened if it wasn’t Shelly who found Sarah that night? If it had been someone with unpure intentions? This is your last chance: straighten the fuck up, or we will have Sarah removed from your home. Do I make myself clear?”
" Shut up, just shut up! I don't want to hear about how I'm the mom from hell right now! "
{ no one ever bothered to hear about her problems. it's not like they asked how her life was going --- fucking awful, thank you very much ---. no it was all about how she had a responsibility, how she needed to own up. well fuck this guy, he wasn't going to take her daughter away. }
" And who do you think you are, anyway? She's my daughter and you will leave her and me a l o n e! "















