Between The Lines

Dear Momma,

I’m sure that by the time you read this letter ya’ll have noticed that I’m gone. Please don’t worry about me, I’m fine. Bobby and me had to get away so we could be together. I wish you could see the sun set over the desert as we’re driving down the highway, I know how much you like a pretty sunset.

I know that you and Poppa don’t like Bobby but he’s a real keeper, Momma. He’s always been good to me, except for that one time, and he’s promised me he’ll never do that again and I believe him, why can’t you? I know Poppa just wants to protect me, but he don’t need to anymore, Bobby can protect me just as well as he ever did. He’s real strong and real smart and I ain’t never loved nobody the way I love him.

Momma, I’m not your little girl no more, I’m fifteen, I’m all grown up and it’s time you let me make my own decisions. Don’t you worry about me, Bobby’s got it all figured out, he’s going to provide for both of us.

I hope one day that you and Poppa can understand and accept that me and Bobby love each other and need to be together, and maybe we can see you again.

I miss you Momma, say “Hi” to the triplets for me.

J x

 

Dear Momma,

I’m sorry but I was too afraid to say these things to your face so I decided to put them in a letter instead. I know that you’re probably worried sick but if we turned around now I’d have to admit that I’m wrong, and I just can’t do that yet.

Did you never understand that telling me that Bobby was no good only made me want him more? I know he hit me that one time, but he said he’d never do it again, and he told me he loved me, and I want to believe him so much. Nobody ever said they loved me before. Not even you or Poppa. Bobby can protect me just as well as Poppa ever could, he’s got a gun just like his. I have no idea what love is but at least being with him beats being ignored.

Stop treating me like a child! Maybe if you’d actually talked to me like an adult and explained just why you didn’t like Bobby I wouldn’t be sat in this car writing you a letter while he’s knocking over this gas station so he can afford to buy us something to eat tonight.

I’m really scared and I just want to come home.

I miss you, I miss my home, what have I done?

J x

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Ian Sharman
Ian is a freelance writer and artist. He founded Orang Utan Comics Studio with Peter Rogers in 2006, writes for their Eagle Award Nominated anthology Eleventh Hour and regularly inks for Panini’s Marvel Heroes comic.
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