Court House Babe

Trailer Homes and Strange People

    A few years, many fights, and a divorce later my parents came to a time sharing agreement. Thursday after school, my father would pick my siblings and I up from school and stay with him until Sunday night where we'd go back to my mom. This worked fine, until my mom left and took us with her. We landed up in a appalling and horrid trailer home. 

    You've seen the trailers in the movies and crime shows that are covered in filth and stuff you have no idea what it is. Yeah, that's what this trailer was like. My mom had started up doing drugs and not the recreational kind, the kind that destroys your life. Her druggy friends constantly came over, I had no idea who they were. All of them scared me. Keira would keep my and this other girl Andy locked in a room so that we'd be safe at least until they all left or fell asleep. 

    These strange people ate all our food. Any food we did have, well, let's just say a slice of cheese doesn't do much for a meal. My brother Caleb was there too, protecting us. While Keira kept us from leaving the room, Caleb made sure that no one went in our room. Although we locked the door and blocked it with a chair under the handle, Caleb still didn't think it was enough. 

    That place was truly disgusting. There were boxes and boxes everywhere filled with absolute junk we didn't need that most likely came from a dumpster. There was cat poop on the floor, the beds had no proper sheets. In the room I shared with Keira and Andy we had one bed and an inflatable twin mattress with a hole in it. The bed had one thin sheet and the inflatable had a towel as a sheet. We took turns, alternating nights with who got the inflatable while the other two got the bed. 

    One day my grandpa Hunter and a couple people from social services showed up. I didn't know these people, I wanted them gone. When they asked me about my mother, I said only good things. My grandpa looked so sad, I didn't understand why he looked that way every time he visited us until later. All I thought about was, 'hey even though there is weird people here who are creepy, I don't mind as long as we get to stay here where I can go to the pool whenever I wanted to.' I was such a naive child, I didn't understand the concept of "Don't talk to strangers" because I was constantly surrounded by them. 

    There was this one guy named Jake, he was one of my moms' closest "friends." He, like my mom, did drugs however, he wanted out. Or so I thought. He had gone to jail and rehab, going through that make him paranoid. He was paranoid that the "Rope Team" was after him. The rope team for those of you who don't know, is a group of a couple guys who are sent out to check on you, see how you're doing, and if you relapsed by the time they found you, went went back to jail. 

    One day, Jake had come over to see my mom, he had a bag of speed. My mom went to go take a shower. While she was in the shower some one knocked on the front door. Jake got scared so he swallowed the bag of speed that he had with him. Let's put this in the least disgusting way we can, he died.