The Step-Father

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            Shane, has truly lost his damn mind. this time he went to far. I couldn't even think of the words to say to him. so, I didn't, I went straight to Tristan's room and packed all his clothes, and toys. I gave the suitcases to Charles and went straight to pack my things. Shane was holding Tristan trying to talk to me as I packed.

            "can you let me explain first!" he yelled. he put Tristan down on my bed and started pulling my clothes out the suitcases. I ignored him and picked up Tristan. " I'll be back to get my things later." I said calmly as I walked to my car to put Tristan to his seat.

             "can you not just assume things, and actually talk to me!" he said as I buckled Tristan in. "damn, Tiana. why do you have to be so difficult!" he said as I got in the car. " really, I don't want to even waste brain cells lessoning to your sorry excuse. who was the list of adoption pages for? me or Tristan, if not the both of us." I replied.

             he stood there quietly. "that's what I thought." I said, I speed off shortly after. Tristan was starting to get upset, I stopped and got us ice cream. he really liked chocolate, and it seemed to calm him down in situations like this, especially when mom died.

           it's funny for me to keep trying to tell myself my son and I share the same mother.  ha, that would be one hell of a Jerry Springer episode. I sat there trying to figure out why. why he didn't believe me and was searching lie detector test, and DNA test.

             what would be my motive for saying I gave birth to my mother's husband son. to keep her from killing herself of depression. giving up my life, and body. I didn't even care he was signed up on multiple online dating websites. hell he's attractive, but I'm not sure if I can see myself with someone like him.

            plus, what would people think. how would Tristan feel about all of this. I lost a mother, I don't want to lose my brother son, whatever. he's all I have. Ill be damn if I let him take Tristan away from me. I looked over at Tristan to see a little chocolate monster. he is so happy, it breaks my heart to know one day it'll all fade.

            its just why consider adoption, or even an all girls school. I'm about to be eighteen. I could just leave if I wanted to. he's such an idiot. I just want to kick all his fucking teeth out. I can't think about this anymore. I need to figure out where we are going to sleep.

               I can't keep clouding my head  about how pissed I am at Shane. if he really wanted to get rid of us, then fine. I know just the person to call. "hey, I'm gonna need to stay with you for a while. I'll explain when I get there. but right now I need to be around people I know and trust. you're the first person I thought of." I started.

               I cleaned Tristan's face, and changed his diaper. we got back in the car and I drove until the gas light came on.