"Please Baby, No.." I heard my father scream as my mom ran past the door with a suitcase. "THINK ABOUT TRINITY,"

I tip-toed to the front door where my mom was gathering her bags, she turned to me slowly.

"Mommy?" I wimpered "Where are you going, mama?"

She came close to me and placed her finger on my little chest "Trinity, I don't ever want to see you and your Dad again. Don't follow me, don't come find me. I don't love you, i don't want you anymore."

I let her words sink in, and I began to cry "Mommy.."

"IM NOT YOUR MOMMY!" She snapped and lifted up her carry on bags. The woman slammed the front Door behiend her and stormed away.

I started to sob, and ran into my dad's room, where he sat on the bed with his face in his hands.

"DADDY, WHERE IS MAMA GOING?" I stuck my tear streaked 4 year old face under his.

"You," He pushed me away "This is your fault. ITS YOUR FAULT!" He screamed, slapping me across the face. I fell backwards as he camme upon me "YOU UNGREATFUL LITTLE BRAT, I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU!" He whaled on me, leaving bruises everywhere and making me scream in agony.

------------------------------------------------------------A day Later------------------------------------------------------------

The woman that had talked to me when I got out of the hospital took my hand and led me up the pathway. "Come on, child. Your safe now, Daddy is...somewhere..uhm..safe."

I let my eyes drop, my arms ached from wounds. We opened the door to the house and stepped in "Trinity, this is your new Mommy, well, it's your Auntie. Aunt Anne"

I kept my mouth shut and nodded breifly.

"Hello, Trinity." Mu 'aunt' leaned down to talk to me "You'll be living with me and ypour cousin now. You can call me Mommy if you'd like."

I left me face blank.

"This is your cousin, sweety, Harry." Aunt Anne motioned to a curly haired boy at her side. He looked at me up and down before giving a grin. I did'nt change my expression.

"Hello," Harry piped up, running forward and giving me a hug right off the bat.

I dropped my hands to my side, not hugging back, in fear that if I learned to love Harry...someday he would leave just like my Mommy.

Her words replayed in my brain

I dont love you, I DONT WANT YOU ANYMORE.

Here I am though, 15 years later I am still with Harry.

But I am just as hurt..as the night this happened.

Notes

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