miley ❤︎

“I think I was about five or six?” I offered, struggling to hold the memory in place. “It was before we went into care for those six months. And I’d scored the winning goal in a match.” “A hurling match?” I nodded. “He was so fucking excited about it that he picked me up and threw me in the air.” I rubbed my jaw and blew out a pained breath at the memory. “Took me to the shop afterward and bought me a pound’s worth of penny jellies.” Frowning, I said, “I remember thinking, ‘If I can keep winning, it’ll keep him happy, and he’ll stop hitting my mother.’” Shrugging, I added, “So, I kept winning.” “Did it work?” I gave her a hard look. “What do you think?”
― Chloe Walsh, Redeeming 6

“I’ll be seeing ya, Molloy. xx”
― Chloe Walsh, Redeeming 6

“It’s you,” he repeated gruffly, fingers tightening on my waist. “I pick you. Every single time.”
― Chloe Walsh, Redeeming 6

“The two glaring pink lines in the display box hadn’t faded one bit since their original appearance in the bathroom at work tonight. And there it was. Staring me right in the face. My life was over.”
― Chloe Walsh, Redeeming 6