Rage

Summary: Trina tells Josslyn what she overheard

A/N: This part focuses more on Trina than Cam, Dev, and Joss. It's truly a Trina chapter that I felt was important.

A/N: to my guest reviewer, the excuse the show has used for Franco not making profit off of his paintings is that they aren't selling, because people feel as if he lost talent after getting his brain tumor removed. Still though, I'd think Liz would be getting child support for Aiden, Cam, and Jake. None of them are eighteen yet.

When Josslyn opened the door for her best friend, the first thing she noticed was the absolute rage written all over Trina's face. It made her frown and exchange a look with Dev who'd come up behind her. "Trina? What's up?" She asked, pulling the girl into the house and shutting the door, locking it behind her. "I thought you said that your mother wanted you to meet her at the hospital."

The bitter laugh that escaped Trina's lips scared even herself. "I did go to the hospital." She answered. "I went, but ended up overhearing a conversation she was having with Cam's mom in her office. I had to get out of there before I did something stupid."

Josslyn wrapped a comforting arm around Trina's shoulders and led her to the stairs. "Come on. We can go to my room and you can tell me all about it." She knew that whatever it was, it must've been bad. She'd never seen her best friend so angry. The two girls entered her room and settled on the bed.

"You can come in, Dev." Trina said, noticing him in the doorway.

The boy did so, taking a seat in Josslyn's desk chair.

"So what happened?" Josslyn asked, giving her friend a look of concern.

Trina scoffed. "I overheard mom telling Liz how she knew Curtis." She turned her head to meet her friend's gaze. "Apparently they had an affair seventeen years ago."

The blonde's eyes widened ath the reveal. "Oh my god, Trina. I'm so sorry." She wrapped her arms around the other girl in a hug before pulling back.

She shook her head. "I don't know how it never crossed my mind. I mean...those two were acting weird around each other and my dad confronted Curtis at one point." She stared down at her lap. "And to think that she told me that she'd loved my dad."

"Well maybe it's true." Dev piped up. "Maybe it was just a mistake."

Josslyn threw him a look and Trina glared at him.

"Cheating's not a mistake!" Trina proclaimed fiercely. "It's a choice."

Dev's mouth snapped shut at that and Josslyn turned her attention back to the girl in her arms.

"You have every right to be angry and hurt, Trina. But I think you should talk to your mother about it. Demand answers from her. Make her tell you the truth." The blonde's were determined and calm.

Trina nodded. "You're right." Then she groaned. "I hate the idea of looking at her, though. She disgusts me."

"And you're entitled to those feelings and if she doesn't understand that, well then screw her. Just know that you're always welcome here or at my fathers if you need a place to stay."

A laugh answered that statement. "Well thanks for listening to me, Joss. I definitely needed someone to talk to." She stood to her feet, shouldering her backpack once more. "I guess I should get going." She rolled her eyes and walked out the bedroom door, telling the two other teens goodbye.

When Trina swung open her front door, she was immediately greeted by her mother with her back turned, talking frantically into the phone. She slammed the door as loud as she could and crossed her arms under her chest, ready for a confrontation.

Her mother whirled around, eyes filled with anger as she looked at her daughter. "Nevermind Carly, she just got here." She said into the phone before hanging up without saying goodbye. "What the hell, Trina? I told you to meet me at the hospital! I've been calling everyone trying to find you." She stepped forward, reaching a hand out toward her daughter.

Trina slapped her hand back harshly and glared daggers at her mother. "Don't touch me!" She snarled, fist clenched at her sides, figure tense. "For the record, mom, I did go to the hospital. You were in your office with Liz. I heard what you said to her. I know what you did to my dad."

Portia's eyes widened at her daughter's words and she shook her head. "Trina, I'm sorry. I never wanted you to find out that way. I loved your father, but things were so complicated between us."

The laugh Trina let out was hysterical, even to her own ears. "That's not an excuse, mom!" She shrieked. "You made a choice! Don't you dare claim to love him. It's bull!"

The older woman reared back as if she'd been slapped, thrown by the utter rage all over her daughter's face. "Trina..." She tried to speak, only to be cut off by the teen in question stalking past her, bumping into her roughly.

"Screw you." Came the hissed reply. Trina slammed her bed room door shut and locked it before going to her closet to grab her suitcase. She headed toward her dresser and began to pull out some clothes, throwing them into the suitcase haphazardly. She didn't bother to fold anything up neatly or look at what she was tossing inside. She just needed to get the hell out of this apartment before she did something she regretted. Her gaze landed on the photo album she'd been persuing a few days previously and she picked it up carefully, running the tips of her fingers gently over the cover before hugging it to her chest. Then, with a final glance around the room, she opened her bedroom window and escaped down the fire escape.