The taxi pulled up outside her apartment building but before she could pay her fare the driver had already got out the car and had her bags ready for her and the door open.

“Oh thank you, here you go.” She quickly handed over the fare and hurried through the door of her apartment building.

Stepping through her door she quickly dumped her bags in the hall and walked through the apartment not bothering to check her mail nor her answer machine shedding her clothes as she went and walking straight into the shower. Padding across the plush carpet and into her bedroom she pulled out her comfy jeans and a white t-shirt and put them on then went into the kitchen poured a glass of water then finally walked into the living room and went about sorting through all her mail. She could never quite work out why it seemed that every time she went away for a few short days that the amount of mail that accumulated was always more than what she normally would have had where she home. Lots of junk mail that she quickly disregarded then her attention was fixed upon a white envelope with her mother’s distinctive handwriting. She stared at it on the one hand not wanting to know what its contents held but on the other strangely curious as to why her mother had wrote her a letter when she never usually took the time to call and chat rather just to tell her to do something or tell her how else she had screwed up.

She slid the envelope open and inside was a plain white sheet of paper folded over, this she opened and stared at the contents of the letter, it read:

‘Darling I’m sorry, in time you’ll forgive me.’

Helena stared at the note unsure how to take it, an apology from her mother was something unheard of to her and she was unsure why her mother couldn’t have told her she was sorry rather than sending her a short note that didn’t even explain the reasons for why she had done what she had.

She placed the note on the couch and sat slouched against the pillows thinking about the past few days as well as whether or not she could forgive her mother for her actions and whether or not the shower actually worked and washed the memories of LA away.

A ringing interrupted her musings and grudgingly she picked it up surprised at the voice on the other end of the phone saying;

“Why did you run from this?” 

 what you reckon should i continue and let you in on who is on the phone, who she is trying to get out of her system and what on earth has peggy done??? let me know if you do and i’ll think about posting somemore of the story.