The Broken and The Forgotten

Taylor Parkinson had a best friend once, He was kind, caring, lovable, funny and sweet. She loved being around him, but when he forced himself upon her, her life falls apart. Her boyfriend dumps her, her parents desert her and she leaves all of her friends behind. She leaves she looses all contact with them and moves to London. As she fights to keep her and her daughter, Ashley of the streets will he come back into her life to complete the puzzle? or will he be back for all the wrong reasons?

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Taylor's POV-
I walk down the street with Ashley, it's her first day of kindy (Day Care), she's always been around children, but she has never really actually been anywhere without me. I have to start working alone as Ashley is slowing me down, I am so worried that something will happen. As we reach the small house that they use for the kindy Ashley looks up at me, tears running down her face, it's the first time she has ever been alone. I look down at my baby girl, her brown curls peaking up from underneath her blue beanie, her blue eyes starting to become a wave of emotion, my only daughter, the my only friend, the only thing that mattered to me, was growing up. I take her hand in mine, her small fingers shaking with nerves. I bend over to her just at the door 'It's ok beautiful, I'm only a few houses down, remember?' she looks up at me 'Mummy?' I continue 'I got to go to work baby, and I can't take you there anymore, you're going to make plenty of friends, I promise', I give her cheek a small nudge, I kiss her on the head. 'I love you, now can you be a big girl for mummy today?' she looks at me and nods, she understands what it means if work tells me to do something, she is a smart little girl. She get's her smarts from me, as a 14 year old, I could process what an 18 year old could, but Harry ruined my life, my future. While giving me a better, less-fortunate one. I let go of her hand, her blue glove falling off, I quickly pick it up as she comes back and I slip it back on. This was going to be a long day, I take one final look at her, straightening her white cardigan and fixing her grey scarf. I look down at her tights, they are her favourite ones, she calls them 'My lucky tights' because they have saved her from skinning her legs on many occasions. I just sit on the ground as I watch my baby girl walk away, skipping and going to see the others. I wave to her teacher to show that I had dropped her off, I decided to watch as she sat with a group of girls, they all started laughing and enjoying themselves. I decide it was time to go, as I slowly walk away, leaving my daughter for the first time.

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