Don't Talk To Daddy

Chapter Nine

Jake woke me up the next morning. The light coming through the curtains burned my eyes as I struggled to get up and fold up the blanket. It was early, but soon I would have to leave to go get Mom. Harmony was still asleep on the floor while Jake and I managed to use our amateur cooking skills to make breakfast. Managing to get some sort of edible food onto the table, we woke up Harmony and sat down to eat.

"You're staying here with Harmony, so you know," I said.

"Oh, hell no. I'm not letting you go out into the city alone, you'll get yourself killed," He shot back, pausing from eating.

"And you're the one that told me just yesterday that no one was going to kill me, and I don't want Harmony to see her mom in... you know," I said, trying to prevent Harmony from knowing what was going on.

"We're going with you," He said sternly.

"No, you are not. You are staying right here with Harmony. I'll go get my mom by myself."

"No. You're not going alone. I won't let you." 

"You can't stop me. Please, just stay here with Harmony."

"No, I'm going with you." 

"How many times do I have to tell you? No, you're not!" I was close to yelling volume.

I expected the argument to escalate from there, like it always did with my parents. I expected Jake to yell, me to scream, and Harmony to cry. Jake, apparently, is nothing like my parents. 

He spoke quietly, staring me in the eyes, "Trinity, If something were to happen to you, I would blame it with myself. I would never be able to live with the guilt. I need to go with you. Please, Trinity, let me come. I love you."

We sat there staring at each other for a moment before my expression finally softened and I nodded my head, "Yes, you can come." I was usually a very stubborn person, somehow, Jake was the only one that could ever persuade me. 

***

After we had stopped at the bank, Jake, Harmony and I were on our way down to the local police station. Walking up to the building, I was nervous. I had never been in a police station before, and I was expecting the worst. The actual experience was anything but terrifying. In fact, all we ended up doing was walking up to a counter in a near empty room, handing over the money and then sitting, waiting for my mom. 

On our way back to the apartment, Jake and Harmony walked a distance ahead of us, while Mom and I drifted further away. When we were finally out of earshot I nearly screamed, "Mom, what the fuck did you do? How'd you end up in there? How!?" 

Mom looked away from me, glacing at the people walking around us, trying to avoid the situation. She did manage to say in a hushed tone, "Possession of Marajuana."

I became extremely angry and started quoting my mother, "You always told me, 'Trinity, don't do drugs, they'll fuck you up'. 'Trintiy, Don't do drugs, they'll hurt your health'. 'Trinity, If I ever catch you doing drugs, I'll send you to prison myself'. 'Trinity, drugs will kill you'. 'Trinity, don't do drugs, they'll get you into some crazy shit'." I said it in a very bad imitation of my mother's voice. 

Mom didn't respond, she just kept glancing around.

"You know what Mom? You were right! You did drugs and you got yourself into some crazy shit! You're fucked up! You've been sent to jail!"

She still said nothing. 

"Fine! Don't say anything! Don't defend yourself. Continue doing drugs for all I care! Cheat on dad! Be the most fucked up person you can be!" I shouted loud enough for even Harmony and Jake to hear. I left my mom and started jogging to catch up with Harmony and Jake. As I pushed through the crowd, tears once again started falling down my cheeks. Why have I been crying so much lately? It's Baltimore isn't it! The city is making me cry! Well then, FUCK YOU BALTIMORE!

I literally felt like I was going insane. I felt more fucked up than Mom was. I was here cursing the whole city, blaming it for my downfall. I was enraged, forcing people out of way, bawling my eyes out, and yelling at the city. I was fucking insane. I deserved to be put in a mental institution. When people scolded me as I bumped into them, I flipped them off and kept running. I wasn't myself as I ran down the street. My mind was lost, flooded with thoughts. Most of them crazy. Most of them suitable to put me in a Mental institution. I was going insane, and I was willing to repeat that to myself over a thousand times. 

When I made it to Jake, he had heard me coming. He let go of Harmony's hand and grabbed my wrist. He was able to tell that I was planning on just passing him and continuing. Jake stopped walking, people passing us as he kept me from escaping. Harmony looked up at me with weary eyes as I struggled to get away from Jake for thirty seconds that felt like thirty minutes. 

Finally, I caved in. I stopped resiting and let him pull me into a hug. For a minute or two, we just stood there as I cried. Harmony was staring at me the whole time, obviously concerned about me. People stared as they passed around me, and if it weren't from Jake holding me still, I would've flipped them off again. My mom, never passed. Apparently, she had found herself another route. 

Jake ended up giving me a piggyback ride back to the apartment. I felt like a five year old, needing to be carried; needing to be controlled. Tears still streamed down my face and onto Jake's shoulder as Harmony continued to look up at me as she walked beside us. When ever I dared to look at her face, at her eyes, more tears would fall and I would just shake my head, ashamed. I can't believe Harmony had to see me then. Me, a seventeen year old, acting like such an insane, child. 

When we reached the apartment, Mom was already waiting outside. Putting me down, Jake held my wrists tightly as he unlocked the door, letting Mom step inside, followed by Harmony, and then us. Harmony, not knowing the current stuation, was just happy to see her mom. "Mommy!" she yelped as she ran to go sit on Mom's lap, who was sitting on the couch. Jake didn't let go of my wrists as he hung the keys up on the small hook and then bringing me into the kitchen. 

"Trinity, you need to let it go ----- for now," He said, letting go of my wrists. 

"I know. While Harmony's here, I need to relax," I said back softly.

"Good. Now we'll send you're mom home with Harmony today. Then, we will stay here and catch a train tomorrow, so that you have time to calm down," He said very slowly, as though I wouldn't understand. 

"Fine. She's going to have to face my dad herself. She got herself into this shit anyways," I muttered.

Jake wasn't very pleased with the way I answered, but he didn't seem to disagree with me.