Tell me sweet little lies

Memento wasn’t sure how to feel. The scene that unfolded, the yelling… her mom and uncle fighting. It made her feel sick to her stomach. She was hurting yes, and had wanted her dad… and now she wanted him more than ever. She had tried to call out, to get them to stop, but it kept going. It was worse than when she fought the other boy… and Meme was shaking.

Then, with another yelp, she watched her mom and uncle break away from one another. A whine passed her lips and Memento took a hesitant step towards her mom… but Philly wasn’t in her right mind. She was stressed, she was hurt, and the emotions she felt were clearly written across her features. Seeing her mom down was one thing… but seeing her look so vulnerable was something Memento Mori never wanted to see.

“Mom…”

Philomena ran.

Meme understood it wasn’t for lack of love… and her worry for the woman surpassed the pain she felt from the injury on her back. Her gaze shot pleadingly to her uncle.

“Go after her… please!” She whimpered.

“She needs help too!”