“You didn’t want him in there, huh?” She raises an eyebrow. “If Wyatt and I hadn’t interrupted, I’m pretty sure you two would have had sex.”
I scrunch my face up in disgust. “I respect myself more than you give me credit for.”
“I don’t want random boys you hardly know in your room, do you hear me?”
I want to put up a fight and tell her he’s the second boy to ever be in my room and that she’s blowing up for no reason. But I keep my mouth shut and nod.
“While you live in my home, you’ll follow my rules,” she urges before taking a sip of her coffee.
My eyes follow the steam that leaves her cup and evaporates in the air.
Frustrated, I explain myself for the hundredth time, “Mom, I didn’t break any of your rules if I didn’t sneak him in!”
“I don’t care!” She raises her voice. “He was in your room, wasn’t he?”
My body sags in my chair in response.
“I’m sure you wanted him in there, huh?” she questions me with narrowed eyes.
Wow. “You don’t know that, Mom. That’s pretty bold of you to say without actually knowing what’s going on in my head.”
“Two teenagers in a room together without anyone knowing. I wonder what was going to happen.” Mom’s tone is full of brutal sarcasm.
“I’m eighteen, Mom, not a kid anymore, and he’s nineteen,” I point out, trying to convince her.
Her mouth turns down in a frown. “As long as you live under my roof, you’ll be a kid to me.”
“Mom—” I start to say, but she cuts me off.
“When I said I wanted you to get out more, I meant, going out with Harper, going to the mall and movies. Not sneaking in a boy, who you just met, through your window at night. I’m very disappointed in you. Don’t make me lose the trust I have in you, Trinity.”
But I didn’t sneak him in!
How can you talk sense into someone who refuses to listen? No matter what I say to Mom at this moment, she’ll turn her cheek and ignore me.
This entire conversation just proves how deep down she doesn’t trust me. I see how this looks bad, but her not giving me a second to explain myself is causing my blood to boil.
“Mom, have you ever fully trusted me?” I whisper to her. “If you did, you would have let me explain instead of immediately claiming I’m guilty.”
She cocks her head to the side. “What’s your evidence?”
“I wouldn’t have had sex when I knew you were in the same house,” I bluntly point out the obvious.
Mom nearly spits out her coffee as she glares up at me, shocked. “Trinity Jones! Did I raise you to talk like that?”
“No, but Dad did.” I smirk and shrug my shoulders.
Pinching her nose, she shakes her head disapprovingly. “I’m not joking around, Trinity. Just …” She waves her hands in the air. “Just please leave my sight right now.”
My heart practically splits in half at her words and expression. My only parent left can’t stand the sight of me. It makes me feel an emotion deep within my bones, a feeling of just letting go and sayingscrew it. The only person I have left doesn’t have faith in me, so what am I holding on to? Nothing.
Getting up just like she asked, I take each step slowly. I’m not a kid. I don’t think I live in a fairy tale or believe I’ll meet my Prince Charming. The world has thrown me too much pain. The moment I looked into my dad’s lifeless eyes, the dreams I’d once had drained from within me.
Maybe the way I used to live before was better—the partying, having too many fake friends. At least I can drown my sorrows and try to forget the thunderstorm within me. I’m not naive or stupid.
Time to bring the old Trinity back.
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