Rescue Me

Chapter 1: Juliet

My alarm goes off signaling it's 5 in the morning. I didn't go to sleep until 3 am because after my father left my room the triplets began crying and it took some time getting them back to sleep.

I debate sleeping for another hour but I know I need to shower especially after last night. My father should still be sleeping at this time which makes it the safest time to shower.

Lazily, I get out of bed grabbing new clothes and a towel and make my way to the bathroom.

My house isn't a small house but I wouldn't consider it large. There are four bedrooms and two bathrooms. Two bedrooms and a bathroom up stairs and the same thing down stairs along with a kitchen/dining area and a living room.

After my mom died my father stopped sleeping in their bedroom and started sleeping in the guest bedroom across the hall upstairs or at this point wherever he passes out. Leaving my room and the triplets downstairs.

Just as I'm heading in the bathroom that is located between my room and the triplets, I hear crying. I guess I won't be showering now after all. I leave my things in the bathroom and make my way to the nursery.

When I walk in all three are crying. I start with the first crib pulling Ryan up out of it and make my way across the room to Rose and Renee. I set Ryan down on the changing table and change him first, repeating the same thing with the girls. All three are nearly identical with brown hair and hazel eyes, matching my own, the only difference is the girls have curly hair to their shoulders while Ryan has shorter curly hair that I trim myself. Renee also has a scar on her eyebrow from the time our father picked her up while drunk and high and fell over hitting her eyebrow on the coffee table.

After all three are changed I leave them in Renee's crib and go to make their bottles.

The triplets are one and a half, eating solid foods and bottles, are able to stand on their own and have started walking. They aren't very great walkers but they are getting there.

To my dismal my father is asleep on the kitchen floor when I walk in. Great. Working around his body and being as quiet as possible I successfully get all three bottles made and scurry back down the hall to the triplets.

I am so grateful they are at a point they can hold their own bottles up because trying to feed three babies at once by yourself is damn near impossible.

While the babies are eating I quickly shower, washing my long brown hair and scrubbing my tan skin hard in an attempt to get last night off of me all while listening for any crying while I'm in there. Thankfully when I get out they are all sleeping in a pile in Renee's crib.

I am dreading going to work today because I have to bring the triplets. Usually I have a baby sitter but I just can't afford it right now. We do get disability checks and extra help from the state but my dear ol dad successfully spent majority of that money on booze and drugs this month leaving us with next to nothing for food.

I picked up a double today because the babies only have one can of formula left and barely enough food to get by for the day.

After getting myself and the triplets ready I put them each in their car seats in my 2 door 2004 Chevy cavalier. Not the best car with its mismatched paint and bubbled tint in the back, burn holes in the seats and ceiling, but it gets me from point A to point B without have to take a bus or walking with the babies. It's also is not the safest car to have three babies in with how small it is but beggars can't be choosers.

Pulling up to the hotel im a housekeeper at, I hop out of the car and pull the stroller out of the trunk. This one is getting to be too small for the triplets so I'll have to get a new one soon but that's going to have to wait until I can save for one or find one used.

I hate having to bring them to work with me but I don't have a choice so I can already tell today is going to be a great day. Insert eye roll here.

Don't get me wrong the babies are my life and I love them more than anything. I just wish my father wasn't a dead beat and could actually be a father so I wouldn't have to do everything I do.

I dropped out of school my senior year when my mom died and the babies were born. Very shortly after my father had his work accident and couldn't work. Part of me always felt like the accident wasn't really an accident.

After clocking in and getting my cart I push the triplets with one hand and pull the cart behind me with the other. The first room I walk into is trashed with garbage and food littering the floor, bottles of various alcohol scattered around the room, an unflushed toilet and worst of all open condoms on the bed and floor. I don't even want to think about what happened in here last night.

I turn the tv on for the triplets and push their stroller in front of it to give them something to pay attention to while I clean this disastrous room.