Tears and Cries

Somedays Are Better Than Others

I visited Trent everyday. We talked about stuff that was happening at school, watched TV, but mostly listened to music. Trent loved listening to all the music I had. There were so many diverse styles, and he loved it. There were the oldies, the classics, and the top hits of the week. Music was a huge part of my life. I played lots of instruments, sang, and danced. But I also played basketball and volleyball, so I knew I had lots of athletic ability. Trent was that way to. He could sing for sure, but I didnt really know if he could dance. We danced at parties but nothing requiring skill.

"Kourtney, I wanna leave this place."

"You say that everyday."

"I know but it really blows in here. It smells like shit and this bed is harded than the ground. And I know you're miserable. I don't want to hurt you kourt. You're thinner and look exhausted. It kills me to see you that way, that Im causing this."

"Trent baby, you didnt do anything wrong. The police arrested the crazed asshole that shot you. You're tougher than nails. And I'm fine. Dont you dare worry about me."

"Ok," and he drifted to sleep.

 

 

Things have not been good. Trent is losing his memory, but say the next day, he remembers everything from birth.

"Kourtney, who the hell is that?" He was pointing at his father!

"Trent thats your dad!" I tried to say as calmly as possible.

I could see tears welling in his fathers eyes.

"Nuh uh. I would know who my dad was. I have NEVER met that man. Get him out of here!!"

"Trent calm down." I said. The tears were now spilling down his father's cheeks. He was silently sobbing.

"It's ok Mr. Hawk. Do you wanna go to the cafeteria with me?" I offered. I have never seen a man cry like this. The feeling inside me was horrible let alone him.

He gently pushed me away.

"You've done enough."