Don't Talk To Daddy

Chapter Fifteen

The next morning, Jake had to go back to school. I had to stay out of school for the rest of the week until my pain medication dose could be lowered. I was left to the house with Dad, who was for some reason too happy lately, and then depressed Mom. It was early in the morning, but Jake was already in his first class, so I couldn't even call him. I managed to stretch my arms over to grab the remote sitting on the side-table and turn the TV on. I started flipping through the channels, but it was mostly only kids shows, since most teenagers were at school and adults were at work. I hadn't thought much of Harmony since I had been home, but the kids' shows reminded me of her. I desperately wished to talk to her, to make sure she was alright, and that Aaron was taking good care of her. I reached over again and this time grabbed my phone. "Well we'll see if Aaron still lives in the same place," I said, still having Aaron's number from when I was fourteen. It took me some time, but I managed to hit the call button.

"Hello?" I could hear Aaron's voice on the other line. His voice made me sick; I couldn't stand it. His voice was rough and harsh, probably from his years of smoking all the shit he smokes.

"Hi," I said.

"Um, who is this?" Aaron asked, obviously not recognizing my voice from nearly four years ago.

"Trinity," I snapped, just wanting to speak to my little sister.

He seemed to be taken back by the answer. It took him a few minutes before he was able to respond, "Well, Trinity, Long time no speak?" He questioned his own wording.

I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn't see me. I faked some laughter into the phone, "Yeah, I suppose."

"So, what's up? You wanted to speak to your stepdaddy?" He said, almost like he was mocking me.

Stepdaddy? No way in hell will this motherfucker ever call himself that.

"Aaron. I wish to speak to Harmony. Not to you. Now don't you ever dare to say that again, and just let me speak to Harmony," I tried to remain my composure.

Aaron laughed, "Your stepsister," He corrected me.

"Aaron, just give the fucking phone to her," I said sternly, fed up with his nonsense.

"Oh, excuse me!" He gasped sarcastically, "Do you think your mother would condone that kind of language?"

"Wow, Aaron, I've never heard you use such big words before!" I gasped sarcastically right back at him. I was old enough now that if I wanted to be a bitch to Aaron, I could. He'd put me through enough in my life that it was perfectly acceptable for me to say anything I wished to him.

Aaron ignored my comment, "Harmony's not here right now, so you can't talk to her."

"WHAT?!" I screamed, loud enough that if my parents weren't awake, they were now, "WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?!"

"Will you relax? She's at daycare. I'm off to my job," His voice was annoying me even more now.

I laughed, "Job? How could a crackhead like you get a job? Does your job happen to involve selling illegal items? You know, the same ones I can now recognize by smell now, thanks to you."

Before I could get an answer, Dad came into my room. I hung up the phone, not wanting to continue the conversation while Dad was in the room. "Are you alright? I heard you screaming," He sounded slightly concerned, but he did not scold me for clearly cursing at the top of my lungs.

"I'm fine. Just stupid," I answered quickly, throwing the phone to the end of my bed.

"You sure?" He questioned, knowing something obviously happened, but he wasn't going to force me to tell him. He came over and pulled over my desk chair. He sat down and then reached down and took my crutches and placed them behind him. I had no way of going anywhere. Was I in trouble?

"I need to talk to you," He said, sounding half serious, half like he was about to burst into laughter.

"About?" I questioned with my eyebrows raised, partially nervous of what his answer would be.

"Jake."

"No!" I groaned and covered my head with my hands, remembering the last few times we had talked about Jake. I was not looking forward to listening to whatever he had to tell me. "Do we have to?" I asked, wishing he would say yes, but instead he nodded. Shit. "Alright, fine." I reluctantly gave in and agreed to listen to what he needed to say.

"You really like him, don't you?"

It was so awkward talking to Dad. I didn't answer him, instead I asked, "Can I please talk to Mom instead?" He shook his head. Shit. "Yes, I like him." I looked away from him while I spoke.

"Good. That's what I was expecting. Trin, just remember, no matter how much you like someone, they could always turn on you," I could tell he was referring to Mom. Did he know something? Did I accidentally tell Dad something? I nodded, telling him to continue.

"I just don't want to see you get hurt."

"Dad, it's been four years. I'm pretty sure I won't get hurt," I tried to reassure him. I was also trying to end the awkward conversation.

"You never know Trin..." He said, and then ominously moved the chair back, returned my crutches back to their original place and left.

I tried to ignore him. It was the strangest conversation. No, It's impossible. I didn't tell him anything. He doesn't know about Mom. He doesn't know... he can't. Or could he? No. Impossible.