"Vivian, it's alright." Camille's voice cracked.
"How could you say that?" She shook her head, adamant at scolding Eleanor. "Now back to you!" She punched on her palm in a threatening manner.
Eleanor gulped down saliva, she hurriedly hopped off the stool, dashing
towards the exit door.
"Stop!" Vivian cried, she jumped towards her, but it was too late.
"Damn it!" She gritted her teeth, running after Eleanor.
"Eleanor!" She grabbed her arm, pulling her back.
"Let me go!" Eleanor pulled in protest.
"You are not running away from this." Vivian put her hand around Eleanor's wrist, dragging her back to where she was standing.
"It's not nice to run away from things like it never happened, you need to grow up." Vivian mocked.
"You are not my mother." Eleanor tried to break free.
°Mother° This word struck a chord, she was left stunned, her grip on Eleanor's wrist loosened as she stood there, her mind full of memories.
