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    Sweet Salvation – (Chapter: Chapter 11 – 15/41)

     

    I wiped away the tears but they just kept coming. “She must have been some kind of a girl.” Catherine said while she knelt down beside me and rubbed my back.

     

    “Yeah she was, but now I have another great girl. And she needs my attention, I can’t live in the past, I need the future.”

     

    Chapter 12

    Hope

     

    “Well here goes nothing.” I said while I pulled up in front of my parents B&B. “Hmm, it still looks the same as it was four years ago.” I rang the bell and seconds later I was facing my mother for the first time in four years. She was stunned for a split second but immediately pulled me into a hug. “Sara! Sara honey, I’m so glad to see you.”

     

    I heard the door behind my mother open and she immediately released her embrace.

     

    “Sara!” My dad’s harsh voice sounded up behind us.

     

    “Mom, dad! I missed you.” I said but inside the pain tore me apart. My mother’s first reaction was precious, but in my dad’s eyes I could still see the same anger.

     

     “ So what is it this time, did you ***** up in Vegas and decide that it was time to come home?”

     

    “No dad, no everything is fine in Vegas, I just wanted to see you and I wanted you to meet someone.” My parents had both acted as if Catherine wasn’t there, they were still in denial and this would be one ***** of a weekend.

     

    “Hi, I’m Catherine Willows.” Catherine said, as she offered my dad her hand. He just acted as if he didn’t see it. My mother immediately reacted to save the situation. “Hi Catherine, I’m Marie and that is Dan. Nice to meet you.”

     

    Catherine sent my dad a dead glare. I knew that she hated it when someone didn’t show any respect towards other people – she had come across those people more than once during her dancing career. People who didn’t understand that an exotic dancer isn’t a prostitute. My dad, he was still the same ol’ homophobic ***** that he had been all these years ago. He could have been used to the idea by now.

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