A/N: Sorry for the long wait and this chapter is shorter. Please review. Next chapter will be long and hopefully won't take so long for me to update. Enjoy.
Chapter Eleven
Chibs arrived with the tow truck, grumbling to himself about having to make another trip. Happy and Trinity stayed where they sat, Trinity behind Happy, waiting for the truck to stop. "Get in." Happy told her, pointing to the truck. Trinity got off, swinging her leg over and reaching down to grab her bags. She walked to the truck, her shoulders dropping when she glanced back at her old home. It hurt still even if she was pissed at her mother.
Happy growled low when he saw her look back at the house. She was only making this harder on herself. Sighing with a shake of his head he started up his bike, kicking in the stand. He glanced at Trinity getting into the truck, watching as she swung the bag into the seat and grabbed the door handle to get in. She pulled herself up and into the truck, shutting the door. He rode behind the truck, slowly calming himself down. Ivan and being around Trinity stirred feelings that he hadn't felt in a long time.
Trinity huddled in her seat peering out the window, watching the world pass by. She held onto her bag unsure why she got into a truck with a stranger. Why she was even with them in the first place.
Never talk to strangers, never trust strangers.
She broke two very important rules that would cause her great pain and happiness later on.
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Ivan was beyond pissed. Trinity had come back to talk to her mother and he got the shit beat out of him by some man who took a liking to Trinity. It was absurd! And the baby just wouldn't stop crying. He was going crazy in the house. Emma cleaned the few cuts on his face and checked his ribs, applying slight pressure to see if anything was broken. She may not have been a doctor but she knew the painful yell Ivan let out meant he was badly hurt.
"I think you should go to the hospital." She told him softly, grabbing him a cold beer from the 'fridge.
He grabbed the beer from her without so much as a thank you. "I'm fine." He huffed planting himself down on the couch. Emma sighed to herself, shaking her head. Trinity screwed everything up. Again.
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Chibs pulled up at Teller-Morrow, giving Trinity a few looks now and then. She was strange, the way she sat. Its like she didn't trust him or something. He could understand though. He was an older stranger and she was a young girl.
Trinity got out of the truck quickly, grabbing her bag and headed for Gemma's office. She kept in her pain, sniffling to get the tears to go away. Abandoned and disowned. All in one day. She softly knocked on the door as to not startle Gemma inside. The door was slightly ajar so when Gemma said for her to come in, all she did was push it open.
"Where did you head off to?" Gemma questioned as Trinity came into view.
Trinity sighed and dropped her bags. Gemma seen the tears in her eyes, the pained look she had. "Trinity?" She shook her head at Gemma, not wanting to tell her anything. What could Gemma say to her to make the whole situation better than it was? Nothing. She couldn't take away the anger she was feeling or the betrayal. Nothing.
"Thought my Ma would reconsider, ya know me being her daughter and all." Trinity replied in a whisper, locking her eyes with Gemma's. "Guess she got tired of it all. She doesn't want to see me anymore."
Gemma walked around the desk. "I can offer you a few days at my house." Something about the teen made her feel the need to be a mother to her seeing as Trinity's was gone from her life. Trinity glanced up at Gemma, a small smile. "Only a few days." Gemma said in a strict tone.
Trinity nodded quick. "That okay with me. I'll find a place soon."
So it was settled. Trinity would stay with Gemma, somehow without asking Clay first and then she would have to find her own place.
Still a problem.
Where the hell was she supposed to stay when she knew nobody in Charming?
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Happy was in the clubhouse while Trinity was with Gemma. He had gone in, grabbing a drink to calm down. The shot glass was filled with whiskey that he downed at once. He was going to have to get Trinity out of his head soon or he was going to go insane. Fuck she was just a little girl. Why was he even caring about her?
Somethings just didn't have a direct answer.
And those questions were always the most important.
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