Chapter Eight.
Mel’s Point of View.
“Don’t worry, Kit will sort this out, and get you your money back,” Amya ttempts to reassure me once more, as we sit in the back of his big black SUV, which is parked in the carpark which is known as ‘Debenhams carpark’ even though that store closed down years ago. My cousin left us around ten minutes ago, saying he needed to see someone who could help house me, away from my family.
I don’t reply, because I have no words to say, not aloud anyway.
How could my parents do this? It was not their money. I saved up that money from allowances from my granddaddy, along with money given during birthdays and Christmas from my family. I even got a small Saturday job to support myself, until my mother found out when she walked into the corner shop, and made
