Jen
jordan and I were sitting in front of my apt bldg later that night. Margo and the girls were upstairs w/ mrs. owens.
"your mom um she woke up er I mean she's more alert," jordan toldme looking at me.
"yeah ok. Well that's good right?" I said.
"well thing is soon as she was more alert she got sick. Like in her stomach. It was climbing back up."
"the drugs," I stated.
"well jen it's the lack thereof."
"oh," I said as it hit me.
My mom was an addict.
"but I need...to be w/ my mom. If she's..." I said standing.
"yeah but you also need-" jordan said looking up at me.
"to be w/ my girls yeah I know. And you-"
"i don't think. It's a good idea for you to be at my house right now. I know you like my mom and helping out but...i mean w/ my dad...and if he ever and I mean ever. Does anything to jo and um rose..."
"no," I said firmly.
"what you want to be at-"
"no. jordan listen to me. I mean no as in he can't. Those girls and my mom. They're life ya know? I like your mom but if that means giving that up so he can't hurt them or me. But margo what about margo? And the girls should see their grandmother they haven't in some time. But not like this her like this. I...god."
"margo 'll figure that out. I don't know right now. All I know is my dad cannot hurt your girls."
"yeah I know that too. So what's the plan for mom?"
"well that's something you her I should discuss."
"she can't see me like this."
"you're her daughter she'll understand."
"no I mean she can't your dad. What he...what he me."
"oh."
"cause knowing my mom she'll react the same way I am."