Chapter 223: A&E should have Esmee sized holes.

Instinctively I took a step back almost tripping over Esmee before I even had time to sum up the situation in my mind. I had learnt from a far to earlier age that my mother brought pain, even more so when she was drunk and here she was absolutely hammered.

"Hay Mi, what the matter honey?” Esmee asked gently turning around to try and see me and of course that was when she saw me, her eyes homing in on me like a missile from across the room  and all at once  I found myself in the firing line.  My body froze in panic as my brain tried to work out the escape route from my current situation and almost more importantly if there was somewhere I could hide Esmee It wasn’t because I was ashamed of her or even what she was in relation to me but I did, no - matter what - have to protect her.  Unfortunately there were no Esmee size holes big enough nearby to stuff her into and no window open enough to prove as an avenue for my escape. My brain became panicked, making every nerve ending in me so alive it almost hurt. My breath caught in my throat making it hard to breath.

 “Mia… Mia. My little Mia.  It’s been so long darling, come here.”  My mother called loudly from her wheelchair with her arms wide open ready for a hug, making the rest of the A&E turn to stare at her in their distaste. “That there,” She continued on to hiccup while pointing at me while trying to not fall of off her chair, “That tiny beautiful thing there, is my daughter.” She confirmed making every one of the people who had been staring at her turn to stare at me, “That there is Mia.”

 The air squeezed out of my lungs and I retreated to the wall gluing my back up against it while trying to hold on with my fingernails to the flat paint work once again hoping beyond nothing else that it would open up and there would be something to fall through, preferably all the way down to the center of the earth.

 “What’s the matter Mia? No hug for your Mummy?” My mother yelled drunkenly in the background of my head as the world began to swim around me, the wall no longer a solid place for me to hold onto, my legs no longer steady enough to support my upper body and my lungs that were no longer large enough for me to pull all the air in that I now required.

 "Come on Mia you owe me this one. After what you did to her, after how you killed Arabella!” My mother yelled again angrily now and before I knew it I saw her scrambling off of her wheelchair and hobbling over to my direction the alcohol in her body masking the pain that should have been coming from her ankle. She had the same mad red twinge glinting out from her chocolate eyes like somehow the curser in her vision had locked onto her target like a robot would and she was coming for me, showing no mercy to anything or anyone that got in her way.  That would include Esmee who now bulked herself up and stood in front of me protectively.   The same flash of red glinting in the blackness of her eyes that was in my mothers, as always she was ready for a fight I knew she would lose.