Selfish ~ Trevor Jackson

The End Of The Day

At the end of the day, Jordan was found guilty and given four years for child abuse with no parole and Chris' rights were swiped away within a blink of an eye. I couldn't say I was sad for him or her, they both were wrong in one way or another.

Chris didn't follow our legal binding contract regarding Leanni and he knew what his consequences were, if he didn't he shouldn't have signed it. His dumb ass should've been smart enough to realize that turning the spotlight on me and talk about what I did wrong wasn't going to slide anymore.

Shit, I knew that if something happened to Leanni both of us would be penalized one way or another. He got his rights taken based on the serious reckless endangerment of our child and I only had one more warning before CPS would have to step in. I knew it, I wasn't proud of it but I knew that all this would fall back on me at some point. Which is part of the reason why I stressed about it so much.

But I was real tired of talking about my dumb ass baby father and his dumb ass girlfriend after a stressful and emotionally draining week, and all I wanted to do was lay down and take a nap. Maybe get a massage. I don't know, but I didn't feel like worrying about anything or anyone else for a while.

I tucked Leanni into bed and then trudged towards mine. It was late in the day, really late, the sun had gone down hours ago and now I could finally touch my cheek to the sheets of my bed. I didn't undress, I just barely kicked my shoes off and curled up next to Trevor who was also sound asleep.

I got up the next morning, Trevor was still laying in bed snoring his heart out, and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I had horrible morning breath when I didn't brush my teeth before bed.

I looked into the mirror and sighed. My make up from the day before was smeared all over my face and was bound to be imprinted and streaking all over my beautiful white sheets. My hair was sticking up and I looked like I had gotten hit by a bus.

I huffed and rubbed my eyes still not feeling like I had gotten an adequate amount of sleep. I had a headache and my body was aching. I looked down at the counter. No tooth paste. I huffed again and opened the medicine cabinet.

All kinds of medications started pouring out of the cabinet and crashing onto the floor. It sounded like Hurricane Katrina in there and I knew it, plus I wasn't making it any better trying to catch some of them.

"You alright in there, babe?" A sleepy voice questioned.

"Yeah," I answered.

"Can I come in?" Trevor asked.

"Yeah," I called. The door opened and his eyes widened for only a second.

"What happened in here?"

"I opened the cabinet and all this started falling on me." I reached down to pick up some of the bottles and started to see a pattern after a few. Trevor's name was all over them. "Why do you need so much medicine?"

"They're from the past few years... No biggie."

"All of them are pain medicines, were you in a car accident?"

"No. I used to skateboard and do gymnastics, haha."

"So did I, but I didn't--"

"You want something to eat? Maybe a wet toilette to get that mess off your face?"

"You got jokes. Food would be nice, but if you don't need these anymore why do you have them?"

"Well I've had several surgeries, so sometimes those things hurt more than they should after working out and dance practice and things like that."