Don't Talk To Daddy

Chapter Seventeen

    I just looked at him for a moment. No, it couldn't be possible. Jake looked so innocent, angelic, almost. He was the one that had acted like a father to my little sister. The one who helped me to take care of her. The one who had always been there for me. He'd seen me at my worst, my best, and everything in between. He'd seen me when I'd lost all sanity and he'd seen me when everything was in control. He didn't care what I did to him, hurt him, nearly get him killed, he never cared, he never blamed me.

     Before I could even speak, I could already feel the tears ready to spill over my eyelids, but I quickly wiped them away; I wasn't going to let Jake see me weak ever again, especially not in this situation. I finally managed to conjure up a steady breathe and I spoke, although my words weren't what I was planning on. My calm, rational conversation I was planning came out as confused, incomprehensible screams. I don't even know what I screamed at him. He apparently couldn't figure out what I was saying at all, by the confused expression on his face. With my frustrations already out in the air (whether he could understand them or not) I was finally able to calm down enough to speak something that remotely resembled the English language, "You fucking traitor."

He was still confused, "Trin, what are you talking about?"

     "Like you don't know," I muttered angrily, although in the back of my mind I did think he honestly didn't know what I was talking about, "You and Diana."

    "What about me and Diana?" he asked, sincerely confused. I just stood there, balancing on my crutches, shaking my head. Was he going to make me explain? 

    I took a breath and then growled, "Just get the fuck out of my house."

    He gave me one more confused look and then got up and left without another word.

***

    Harmony was asleep. I sat across the table from the tall bottle of alcohol and my bottle of pain medication I had placed there. The pills were there to remind me that it was dangerous to drink alcohol while on my medication. I'm not quite sure why I was unable to place the alcohol back in the cabinet. I wasn't in the clearest state of mind, I guess.

   I was still thinking clearly enough to know that I shouldn't drink it. But then again, that's how Mom solves her problems...

   No. Harmony's upstairs asleep. What if she needs me?

   Mom never thought of that. Neither did Dad.

   No, I could die mixing alcohol with my medication. There's also the fact its illegal.

   Who gives a shit if it's illegal? I don't, at least not right now.

    I don't need it. I'll be fine without it.

   I think I just lied. How do I know I'll be fine? I'm not Jake, I don't know when things will be alright.

   My thoughts were eating away at my mind, at least, what was left of it.

***

    "Trinity? Are you ok?" Harmony said, shaking me awake.

     "Huh?" I said, glancing up, noticing the bottle of alcohol across the table, still closed. "I'm fine, Harmony. Just tired," I lied.

   "Where's Jake?" She asked the innocent question. Usually Jake was there, it was strange for him not to be there.

   "He's sick," I lied. "But we need to get you back over to your Daddy's house. He wanted to see you today." I said, having no idea how I would get Harmony over there, my right ankle was broken, I was incapable of driving, and there was no way Jake was driving me. I flipped open my phone to call Diana, who surprisingly, I wasn't angry with, to see if she could give Harmony and I a ride over to Aaron's. The screen blinked at me: Four missed calls --- All from Jake. The phone pulled up another message: four new voicemails.

    Once again, I heard the sound of the mechanisms of my phone splitting and shattering as it hit the floor, after hitting the wall. Dammit, now Dad's going to kill me. That's the second phone of mine that's hit a wall. I guess I never will be getting those voicemails...

     "You sure you're ok?" It was Harmony, staring up at me with a puzzled look on her face. I almost had forgotten she was there. I shook my head, biting the inside of my lip. I continued to shake my head and then answered softly, "No Harmony, I-I'm not." I glanced at the clock. "Harm, can you grab my pills over there," I said, pointing. She gladly brought them over, eyeing the bottle of alcohol next to them suspiciously. I wonder if she knows what's in there...

    I swallowed the two pills dry, stinging the back of my throat. I took two and only two, like I was supposed to, although I'll admit, I was tempted to take one or two extra. "I shouldn't care this much," I muttered to myself. Why was this causing me so much distress? It shouldn't be this bad. "Four years," I whispered to myself, Harmony still staring at me at my side. "FOUR FUCKING YEARS!" I screamed, slamming my hand down on the table, scaring Harmony. My sanity was once again escaping me. I turned to Harmony, muttered and apology, and then told her to go play.

    Soon after, the house phone rang. I really didn't want to get up, but it could be Mom or Dad. Since they couldn't reach me on my cell phone, they would probably try the house phone. I got up slowly, leaving my crutches behind, ignoring the screaming pain in my ankle with each step I took with my right foot.

    I held the receiver up to my ear, "Hello?"

    "Trinity? You're supposed to be here with Harmony. I'm going to be late to work." He said sounding unusually calm.

    "I-I can't drive," I stuttered.

   "Doesn't that guy usually drive you over? Your boyfriend?" Aaron asked, sounding somewhat like a normal person, rather than the harsh, raspy voice that usually came from Aaron.

   "Um, we're having some --- uh, -- issues," I said, unsure. Wait, why did I just tell Aaron that? Why would I tell him that?

    "Oh, I see. What happened?" Why was Aaron being so nice? Shouldn't he be laughing at me, or making some other rude comment?

    "Um, he --- he cheated on me." What just came out my mouth? Shut up! Stop telling Aaron stuff!

    "Oh, well, I'm sorry," He said sincerely, "So, do you want me to come over and pick Harmony up instead? Work won't miss me much."

    "Oh, yeah, sure. So I guess I'll see you in a little while," I said, sounding distant.

    "Yeah. I'll be there soon. Bye."

    "Alright. Bye."

   I hung up the phone, still scolding myself for telling Aaron the truth. I slowly made my way back to the table, the pain in my ankle even worse this time. I sat down and resumed sulking. I kind of wished I had listened to those voicemails...

   This time taking my crutches, I made my way into Mom's office and grabbed a sticky note that was plastered to the side of her computer. On it, was a username and password to the parental control website for the wireless phone service. On it, I'd be able to access all my voicemails.

   I went upstairs to my computer and quickly logged into the website and pulled up my voicemails.

   The first voicemail started after the tone, "Um, hey, Trin. Are you ok? What's going on? What happened last night? Give me a call back as soon as you get this. Thanks. Bye." The message ended and the next one started, "Trin! Seriously, I'm not playing around. Call me back, soon. I'm worried about you." Another tone, and the third message started, "Trinity! Pick up your damn phone! Seriously! I don't care if you're mad! I need to know you're ok!" Another tone and the final voicemail played, this one was calm ---- the calmest of all of them, "If you don't pick up the phone, I'm coming over there. Bye."

   I closed down the website and went back downstairs, back to my table. The bottle still across from me.