Don't Talk To Daddy

Chapter Ten

That afternoon, went with Mom and Harmony to the train station. I stayed behind, wishing to avoid Mom. Even with the light of mid-day the Apartment was still dim and eerily quiet. I wandered around the apartment listening to the sound of my own footsteps, waiting for Jake to return. It was strange being alone. I hadn't been completely alone in a long time. I usually always had Harmony with me, and then a lot of the time I had both Harmony and Jake with me. Usually, I always wished to have time to myself, but now that I was, I was lonely and just anxious for someone to return. Maybe I was just one of those people that just isn't meant to be alone. 

Later that afternoon, Jake finally returned. I was happy not to be in the dark apartment alone anymore. 

Around nine o'clock at night, my phone buzzed. Picking it up off the small side table I saw that it was Dad. I showed Jake the phone, wordlessly asking him if I should answer it or not. Jake just nodded and I reluctantly answered, "What?"

"Trinity? Where the hell have you been?!" He was practically yelling at me. I started to assume he never found the note I left him.

"I'm in Baltimore," I answered as though it wasn't a big deal.

"Baltimore? Why the hell are you in Baltimore? And where the hell is Harmony?!" He yelled. Yes, he definitely did not get the note.

"She's been with me and Jake," I answered, again, as though it wasn't a big deal.

"Jake?! Why the fuck is he with you?! What the hell are you guys doing?!" Dad screamed, apparently very unhappy.

"Oh, you know --- we just went to go get Mom. She's on her way home with Harmony right now."

"Well, Why aren't you with her?! I want you back in this house! I don't want you staying with Jake in the middle of Baltimore!" He was very, very, agitated.

"Well, I don't want to go home," I said defiantly. 

"Oh, yes you do! You're coming home right now!" 

"Dad, I'm eighteen, I can do what I want."

"You're not eighteen! You're fucking seventeen! You're not even in your senior year of high school yet!"

"That's not a very good argument. If I drop out of school, I'll never be in my senior year."

"Oh so now you're dropping out of school?! Get the fuck back to this house! Don't you dare bring Jake! I'll kick his ass if he shows up here!" 

"Well, I'm not going home, so Jake won't show up there." 

"Either you come back here, or I'm coming to get you!"

"Then, come and get me! You won't find me!"

There was a short awkward pause.

"Fine! Stay there then! I don't give a fuck! But when you come home pregnant don't expect sympathy from me!" He said, kind of out of the blue.

"Why would you care if Jake got me pregnant! That's what you did to mom when she was sixteen!" 

There was no answer but the beeping that the phone made after my Dad hung up.

I threw my phone across the room. It hit the wall and broke into several pieces. I've thrown my phone plenty of times, but never hard enough to brake it completely. But this time, It was broken. Way broken; split into several pieces and scattered around the room. It looked as though it had exploded.

"I swear, I'm about to go find a fucking bridge and jump off," I said as Jake just stared at me. I stood up from the couch quickly and went over and grabbed my backpack. The door vibrated from me slamming it as I left the apartment. 

As I made my ways down the steps that led down from the apartment, I could see Jake staring out the window towards me. Did he seriously think I was off to find a bridge? I thought about it sometimes, said it sometimes, but I knew deep down I would never find myself a bridge. No matter what happened I couldn't just abandon the world ------ I couldn't abandon Harmony. 

On the street, I was still enraged. It was dark in the city and few people were on the streets. In any other situation, I would've been scared, but at that moment I wasn't. I was too focused on my hatred for Dad. I walked aimlessly down random streets, not focusing where I was or how I managed to get back to the apartment. I thought a few times of heading to the train station and going home, but then when I realized Dad would be there, waiting for me, the thought quickly left. 

Before I knew it, it was really late. The drunks were starting to emerge from the bars and hobble down the streets. It only reminded me of the many, many, problems Mom has with ------ substances. All substances that messed with the head, even the legal ones, got Mom into so, so, many problems. Mom was a successful businesswoman, yet she had such a different side. Another unprofessional side; the side that got her in trouble. 

And then there was Dad. Dad ---- a sucessful businessman, yet with such a short temper that it could get him in loads of trouble. His short temper that can cause him to do things he otherwise wouldn't. His temper that made me hate him sometimes; his lack of understanding and listening skills.

And then there was Jake, the one who I was not related to, but I ended up relying on more than I have on both my parents. Jake, the complete opposite of both my parents. He always had such a reasonable mind; he always knew what to do. He had no temper. If we were to get into an argument, I would be the one to yell, while he would speak softly, and somehow fix everything. He would think before he acts. He would never do anything to hurt me or Harmony. He was willing to accept me, even with all the baggage I came with. The one who would never let alcohol or drugs get in the way of his life. The one who always made sure everything was alright. The one who was able to bring a crumbling wall, that is my life, back together. The peacemaker. 

And then there was Harmony, my small little sister who I was raising. The one that was always happy, yet did not understand what was going on around her. The one that was strong for a small child; she only cried when I would. She was somehow able to deal with everything.

And then there was me. Oh, the fucked up person I am. I can't even put it into words.