Trinity's Truth Revisited
Sequel to Trinity of the Undertaker - A family is ripped apart by a shooting.
AN: I am writing this story as a Series named The Mark & Cynthia Series
Disclaimer: WWE superstars belong to the company not me. I'm just letting them play in my mental sand box I promise that I will return them when I'm finished.. The other names are mine--- all mine
Chapter1 Mama's Home
It's starting to snow the first real snow of the year my dad's cruiser is in the driveway. I hide under my sister's window my dad is home. I should have been home hours ago but my classmate's car broke down. I lightly tap on the frame of her window. The window raises I reach up blindly to get a grip on the inside of the window frame to pull myself through, "Where the hell have you been?"
I freeze and then withdraw my hand quickly from the frame as if it has suddenly grown hot. It's my dad he's in my sister's room he's been waiting for me. I can't think of a reason I get nervous around him, he's not my real dad but Captain Strut is the jackass my mom married after my real father went off to work for the government and never returned.
I have to say something he's glaring down at me. "My class let out late and Jack's car broke down I'm sorry it won't happen again." My dad closes the window I don't know if I should go to the front or just stay out here until he falls asleep.
My sister raises the window "Hey get in here dad is going nuts" My sister is worried and panicked more than usual. Her tone is high even in her version a whisper. Angel is 17 but she has a few problems. One is that she has this childish view of life. I mean we are both sheltered to the point of social naiveté. Another problem she had is that she stopped going to regular school a couple of years ago. I mean don't get me wrong she is smart but the reason she has the mental mentality of a 10 year old is because she was over a friend's house and said friend was brutally murdered right in from of her. That sent Angel into this state of never-grow-up-ness. Her consoler said she would eventually grow out of it, when her brain was ready to accept the ordeal. My dad's screaming, throwing things at her, hitting her upside the head and making fun of her doesn't help.
"Why was he in your room? Did you tell him how I get in? How could you have him waiting for me? I covered for you couldn't you do me this little favor?" I look up and get my answer "What did you do?" My sister's eye is swollen she doesn't fight and is forbidden to leave the house when my mom is not here on one of her business trips. So it has to be my dad. "Angel what happened?"
"It doesn't matter you get in here I just heard the front door slam daddy is on his way your way." I climb through the window as I look around the room it's been trashed the mirror is broken. My dad believes since he bought our stuff he can tear it up if he wishes. "Will you stay in here with me tonight please Leak?"
"Sure, I'll help you clean this mess up. What happened did dad hit you?" I ask motioning to her bruise. She just nods and turns away from me she starts cleaning off her bed. I grab the broom and connected dust pan and start sweeping up the glass from what was a nice porcelain doll collection.
"Angel get you butt down here and cook dinner" my dad is bellowing from the bottom of the stairs. My sister jumps and I think she just lost some color.
"I'm coming dad" she screams as she run from the room. I stay up here like a scared little kid. I'm 18 for god sake. But I have no money and never had the training to do anything worth anything. I'm in college but I'm marked as undecided. What could I ever do the only thing I know is how to survive in this existence I call a home life. Stay away from dad, nod smile at mom or she'll leave again. I'm also scared of failing I have one friend and he has his own house, but I don't know him well enough to go over to his house and stay. I only met him by accident but Jack is wonderful to me. He is in my English-History and my Math class. I fell on him in class on the first day. He just helped me up then he really blew my mind he asked me out. I could have stayed in his grasp forever. The first time in along time I felt safe.
I'm suddenly winded and my reverie is interrupted. My dad is standing in front of me. "Get down there and help that bitch cook dinner"
"Yes sir" I say just to cover my ass I'm already in hot water for sneaking in late or trying to anyway. I get up my dad has not moved. I try to go around him he slings me back onto the bed by the hair. I vow to myself I'll cut my hair and die it black so I don't look like part of this family when I move out. I roll to the other side of my full-sized bed landing on my feet. I avert my eyes away from his angry glare. My dad leaves the room mumbling something about whores in this house.
I walk to the door and watch him go into his and my mother's room. From behind his door he yells "get down there now before I come back in there" I pick up speed and run for the stairs. As I past the bathroom I have two rooms to clear before I make it to the stairs. I'm nearing my parent's room suddenly something hard impacts my chest and I can feel the floor coming up to meet me.
When I wake I hear screaming my head hurts. I then remember what happened I'm now on the sofa in the sitting room down stairs. I look up to find my sister but the only person I see is my father he's smiling down at me. The smile fades from his face and he bends down toward me. I sink far as I can down into the cushions. "I told you about running through the house. Feeling better you hit the floor like a pro fighter throwing a fight?"
I try to nod that motion makes me nauseous. I cover my mouth my lunch is in my throat. My mother walks in the front door. My dad goes to greet her; I dash off to the downstairs restroom to give my lunch to the toilet gods. As I come out of the restroom the feeling of the house has shifted. My mom is home she is an accountant for a big firm. I walk in and say hi to my mom she returns my greeting with a hello, and continues ignoring my dad he's still jazzing about me sneaking in through Angie's window. Damn you caught me get over it move on with your life. I want to say but I know better.
Mom gets up from her computer chair in the front den she crosses in front of my dad, she's staring at me. I start to go in the kitchen. She picks up her pace and meets me at the kitchen doorway. She lightly touches the part of my chest that is not covered by my low v cut polo shirt I flinch. "What happened, you're in college now those kids should know better you are all now adults if you want we can go file charges on your attackers. I won't have you being bullied like at high school." My mother is waiting on an answer I can't tell her the truth because I don't know exactly what happened. I also can't tell her anything bad about her new husband she might leave us again, and now that grandma is dead, we'd really have no where to go. I look over at my dad he is smiling. I want to wipe that smile off his face.