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She moves out west after high school.
Her mother thinks it’s to avoid all the people in ABQ who think they know everything about her because they know her last name. Really Mom should have known by then that Holly got used to those knowing stares and probing questions way back in the third grade, when Bo Hunter told her that he watched the news, and he knew that her daddy was a monster and that she would probably be one too.
Or when the Lifetime movie came out and she got endless screenshots taped to her locker, especially the one of the guy playing her dad holding a gun to a little baby’s head. The movie ended up being really campy, which only made more people see it for laughs. Since she was a minor they changed her name (to Heather, Heather White) for the ten minutes or so she was in the movie. But everyone in her school knew.
Or when Jesse Pinkman got out on parole and the media interest took an upswing, and she had reporters following her to school, asking for her to comment on the 15 year anniversary.
The point was, Holly deals with it, all of it. She decided not to give a shit a long time ago. Walter White is not her father.
What she needs to get away from is her mother.
It wasn't just her. It was her, and Aunt Marie, and even Flynn, even though he didn’t drop in all that often now that he’d gotten that job offer in Seattle.
But when he was there, for Thanksgiving and birthdays, she could feel his eyes on her. She could feel all of their eyes on her, all the time.
It was the worry in her mother’s eyes when she signed up for AP Chemistry. The look she got when she asked Aunt Marie a question about Walter, when Marie got drunk and told her she looked just like her father. When she told Flynn that she thought he should take that money, even if he didn’t trust it. Even if it did come from Walter, beyond the grave.
She was certainly taking hers, once it came. And she was using it to get the hell out of New Mexico.
Thomas never leaves Southern Cali.