Crash Into My Arms

"You're not just taking off, you're underage." Mama snapped, standing in the doorway as I packed my bags.
"I'm done living here, I'm done with you, and the way you fucking treat me!" I spat, throwing more clothes into my suitcase.
"And where are you gonna go? Huh?" She smirked. "You have nobody."
"No, that's where you're wrong." I grinned, turning to face her. "While you were off running about caring more about that drunken Boyfriend of yours than your Offspring, I found a family that loves and cares for me, far more than you ever have!"
"And who would that be?"
"The Ways, Mama." I smirked.
"You've known them all of five minutes, kid." She sneered. "They'll soon realize how much of an ungrateful, worthless piece of shit you are, and tire of you."
"Now see that," I pointed at her. "Is why I'm leaving."
"Because I give it you straight, you little turd!" Mum snapped.
"You do no such thing." I retaliated. "You talk down to me, you treat me like dirt, you tell me I'm worthless and for the longest time, I honestly believed it." I said, my jaw clenched. "But I know differently now. It took one, wonderful person to make me see it, but I know now. I'm not worthless, Mama, you are."
"Don't you speak to me like that, child."
"Why, because I give it to you straight?" I challenged her.
"Don't you dare throw my words back in my face."
"Because you know, don't you?" I smirked. "You know you're nothing but a drunken old bitch. You're no Mother, you don't know the first thing about parenting, you're scum." I stated, closing and zipping up my suitcase. "And I'm done with you."

I pulled the suitcase off my bed, now stripped bare of my sheets, blankets and pillows, and made for the door. Mama stopped me in the doorway. I shot her a menacing glare, and she moved aside. I passed through the hallway and reached for the handle on the front door.

"Missy?" Mum croaked from behind me.
I turned.
"Do you seriously mean that?" She looked vulnerable, broken. "Are you done with me?"
I sighed. "For now." I frowned. "Get help, Mama, and get Burke out of your life, because while he's in your life..." I trailed off, licking over my lips as I thought for a moment or two. "I'm not."
"Missy..." She sniffled. "I..."
"I know." I nodded. "Underneath the way you treated me like shit, despite how much you deny you ever wanted me, I know." I smiled weakly. "But don't say you love me until you can show it." I grasped the handle of the front door and stepped outside. "Goodbye, Mama."

I let the door shut behind me, but not without hearing my mother's broken cry...