Chapter 8
Argh! WAAAAAHHHH!!!!! My boyfriend broke up with me. I'm kinda sad, but I'm getting on with it. Well, thanks to everyone who reviewed! Trinity's middle name is officially 'Hope.' I'm really getting over it, I really am..... WAH!!!
Oh, Collin felt it was important to tell you he did not fill five garbage bags like I said in the last chapter. It was four garbage bags and thirteen Sobeys Bags. Oh, well.....
Note to disclaimers: I don't own two cents. I don't own Mark. How could I own Harry Potter?
This is dedicated to two different people. First of all, it is for my grampy. He died from the after-effects of World War II. I love him so much, I miss you Grampy.
The second person is for Dumbledore, who died recently after making the Harry Potter movie. I know his name isn't Dumbledore, but that's how I'll remember him, so that's how I'll put him.
-She liked seeing him. He comforted her, he made her feel like her life was more than misery. She was so unsure about love. She loved his eyes, his smile, his dtermination. But did she love him or hate him? Unsure of these emotions she had never felt before, she lay breathless pondering these first-time thoughts.
"I don't know how to get to your house," Trinity whispered into the phone. She was going to Collin's house! For the project, yes, but, she was still going over to Collin's house!
"Hey, I know, I can.... uh... walk over and pick you up! You live just a few blocks away from the school......" he began.
"I... don't live by the school any more," she said breathlessly. "But, that would be wonderful..."
"Where do you live now?" he asked, puzzled.
"Apartment 12, on 54 Pine Drive," (not her real address) she replied carefully.
"Great, I'll be over at eleven in the morning, bye," and he hung up.
"Bye," Trinity whispered. She skipped off to her room.
"He did?! You're going over to COLLIN's house?!"
That was the reply all her friends cried out as she phoned them. She had told every person. Everyone she knew that she cared about, she had told. Everyone except one person........
"Harry," she called and peeked into her room. He wasn't there just yet. She knew it. But she sat on the floor, waiting for him.
In her new room she had a place to meet. Small though it was, she had set up a little rug, with two chairs facing each other on it. Behind it were a coupler of posters, a lamp, and a bookshelf she had made in sixth grade. It was a nice little sanctuary, to meet Harry in.
She put a little bowl of candy in the center of the table and waited. She didn't like waiting for Harry, but she knew she was lucky to see him at all. He had to visit many people, and atleast she believed.
She waited quite a bit more, but then had to go for supper. It was somewhat boring, Kraft Dinner, but they weren't rich. They had Kraft Dinner often now. There was no desert.
"So," began her mother, "how was your day?"
Trinity looked up.
"I'm going over to a friend's house tomorrow," she said shyly. "They're coming to pick me up."
Her mother looked at her in shock. She sputtered a bit, and her eyes opened so you could see the whites, wide and round. It was frightening, seeing her mother look so horrified. All the colour was drainned.
"You told... someone... where we live?!" she stuttered.
"Yeah," said Trinity, feeling like she had done something very wrong.
"Trinity?! How could you?! Your father, he's not going to let us of the hook! We ran away from him, Trinity, he's angry! He might know where we are, tracking us! Trinity, that was such a foolish thing to do! Why did you do it, oh why?!" Ms. Angeloz broke into a fit of sobs.
Trinity walked over to touch her mother, trying to help her come to sense. But he mother glared at her.
"I'd like to be alone now," she said frostily.
Trinity ran to her room, trying to hold in the tears. How could she have been so stupid? To do something like that! She had angered her mother, frightened her. What was she to do? She wasn't sure what was right or wrong any more. It was just madness, that he could control their every motion, never feeling safe!
She burst into her room, and looked around. Where was her cookie that she had left their before? Still remaining from Halloween, she had left it there, on the floor. She glanced over. "Harry," she smiled. He was there.
He looked up and smiled at her, an almost guilty smile, brushing crumbs off his chin. She managed a small laugh. The smile vanished. He looked concerned.
"Collin invited me over," she told him. He pretended to look surprised. Hadn't he been there, watching Collin turn beet-red as he picked up the phone.
"He's coming to pick me up, but..." her voice trailed off. "I gave him my address."
Harry had seen the exchange between her and her mother, but he was there to listen, not to interrupt. He still wanted to hear her say what she had to say. Get the load off her chest. Hear her side of it.
He looked at her in fake-puzzlement.
"You see, Mom thinks Dad is trying to get even with us, I don't doubt that, but she got so mad! I just dunno why..... she's so stressed... probably because she's so nervous. She's so nervous because....." she stopped, and then breathed. "Me."
She saw it now. Her mother was afraid for her. Scared he would harm her. That was all she cared about. Her duty as a mother. Her duty to Trinity. The unspoken truth. Trinity.
Harry didn't need to hear her explination. He knew why she was so upset. He understood. Once again he wished he could take something away from her, like her guilt, or fear. Why was all this dished to her? Why?
The name Trinity means 'Three in one'. It was meant to be religiously, meaning God, Jesus, and The Holy Spirit. But really, it was a suitable name for her. There were three Trinities in one body; there was the silent Trinity at school. Then there was the Trinity trying to have fun with her friend. But the real Trinity was never showed to anyone. Three Trinities, one body. A very suitable name.
Maria Angeloz had saved her daughter's life by leaving her husband. She would probably never know, but she had. Some acts of courage are unspeakable. No power was stronger than a parent's love for their child, if they truely loved.
The night they left......
Ted Poirier came home, after spending their Christmas bonus on beer. He was drunk, yes, but he wanted to do something. He despised Trinity. He hated everything about the stupid little child. Maria cared more about her than him. He wanted her dead.
He creeped over, pulling a small section of the wall out. He rumbled around, searching for his gun. It was there. He used to hunt, but this would be a different version. He had never done this before.
He removed it, chuckling slightly as he admired the shiny black metal part. Creeping towards the brat's room, he positioned it. He saw her, buried under her covers. He loaded, carefully positioning, and, BANG! He blew it.
He ran over, trying to make it look like an accident, falling off the window onto a pointed stick or something. Dumping her outside. He expected to hear Maria running, to see what happened. He snatched back the covers.
"Pillows!" he roared, looking at the mess of feather falling in his face. "Pillows!"
He ripped the blankets, shouting, "Maria! Maria!"
She didn't come. Maria had left him. He wanted revenge.
"Hello? Mrs. Poirier? This is Collin Jackson, coming to pick up Trinity," Collin knocked and tried to speak into the door. It opened.
"Mom isn't home, I'm the only one here," she giggled.
Collin stared at her. The haircut was cute. She looked pretty. So much shorter and skinnier than anyone else, but pretty.
"I'll just be in my room for a minute," she smiled shyly. He followed her.
As she put on her socks and a jacket, he helped himself to a couple of the candies. He inspected his jacket.
"You don't have your poppy yet," she said. (*)
"So?" he asked.
"It's only a couple days until Remembrance Day," she noted.
"We don't even know what war really means," he said, trying to sound impressive.
"That's why we wear poppies, to celebrate the fact we don't know what they mean. I'm glad I don't," she replied.
He remained speechless, amazed at the power of a few words. It was then he realized how different he was.
(*)= Poppies, you know, those little flower things. We (yeah, those weird Canadians) wear little felt ones on our jackets to mark our respect for the veterans of war. Remembrance Day is almost exactly like Veterans Day and is even on the same day.
OK, how'd you like it? Please read n' review! (Du-a-ba-da-ba!)
Argh! WAAAAAHHHH!!!!! My boyfriend broke up with me. I'm kinda sad, but I'm getting on with it. Well, thanks to everyone who reviewed! Trinity's middle name is officially 'Hope.' I'm really getting over it, I really am..... WAH!!!
Oh, Collin felt it was important to tell you he did not fill five garbage bags like I said in the last chapter. It was four garbage bags and thirteen Sobeys Bags. Oh, well.....
Note to disclaimers: I don't own two cents. I don't own Mark. How could I own Harry Potter?
This is dedicated to two different people. First of all, it is for my grampy. He died from the after-effects of World War II. I love him so much, I miss you Grampy.
The second person is for Dumbledore, who died recently after making the Harry Potter movie. I know his name isn't Dumbledore, but that's how I'll remember him, so that's how I'll put him.
-She liked seeing him. He comforted her, he made her feel like her life was more than misery. She was so unsure about love. She loved his eyes, his smile, his dtermination. But did she love him or hate him? Unsure of these emotions she had never felt before, she lay breathless pondering these first-time thoughts.
"I don't know how to get to your house," Trinity whispered into the phone. She was going to Collin's house! For the project, yes, but, she was still going over to Collin's house!
"Hey, I know, I can.... uh... walk over and pick you up! You live just a few blocks away from the school......" he began.
"I... don't live by the school any more," she said breathlessly. "But, that would be wonderful..."
"Where do you live now?" he asked, puzzled.
"Apartment 12, on 54 Pine Drive," (not her real address) she replied carefully.
"Great, I'll be over at eleven in the morning, bye," and he hung up.
"Bye," Trinity whispered. She skipped off to her room.
"He did?! You're going over to COLLIN's house?!"
That was the reply all her friends cried out as she phoned them. She had told every person. Everyone she knew that she cared about, she had told. Everyone except one person........
"Harry," she called and peeked into her room. He wasn't there just yet. She knew it. But she sat on the floor, waiting for him.
In her new room she had a place to meet. Small though it was, she had set up a little rug, with two chairs facing each other on it. Behind it were a coupler of posters, a lamp, and a bookshelf she had made in sixth grade. It was a nice little sanctuary, to meet Harry in.
She put a little bowl of candy in the center of the table and waited. She didn't like waiting for Harry, but she knew she was lucky to see him at all. He had to visit many people, and atleast she believed.
She waited quite a bit more, but then had to go for supper. It was somewhat boring, Kraft Dinner, but they weren't rich. They had Kraft Dinner often now. There was no desert.
"So," began her mother, "how was your day?"
Trinity looked up.
"I'm going over to a friend's house tomorrow," she said shyly. "They're coming to pick me up."
Her mother looked at her in shock. She sputtered a bit, and her eyes opened so you could see the whites, wide and round. It was frightening, seeing her mother look so horrified. All the colour was drainned.
"You told... someone... where we live?!" she stuttered.
"Yeah," said Trinity, feeling like she had done something very wrong.
"Trinity?! How could you?! Your father, he's not going to let us of the hook! We ran away from him, Trinity, he's angry! He might know where we are, tracking us! Trinity, that was such a foolish thing to do! Why did you do it, oh why?!" Ms. Angeloz broke into a fit of sobs.
Trinity walked over to touch her mother, trying to help her come to sense. But he mother glared at her.
"I'd like to be alone now," she said frostily.
Trinity ran to her room, trying to hold in the tears. How could she have been so stupid? To do something like that! She had angered her mother, frightened her. What was she to do? She wasn't sure what was right or wrong any more. It was just madness, that he could control their every motion, never feeling safe!
She burst into her room, and looked around. Where was her cookie that she had left their before? Still remaining from Halloween, she had left it there, on the floor. She glanced over. "Harry," she smiled. He was there.
He looked up and smiled at her, an almost guilty smile, brushing crumbs off his chin. She managed a small laugh. The smile vanished. He looked concerned.
"Collin invited me over," she told him. He pretended to look surprised. Hadn't he been there, watching Collin turn beet-red as he picked up the phone.
"He's coming to pick me up, but..." her voice trailed off. "I gave him my address."
Harry had seen the exchange between her and her mother, but he was there to listen, not to interrupt. He still wanted to hear her say what she had to say. Get the load off her chest. Hear her side of it.
He looked at her in fake-puzzlement.
"You see, Mom thinks Dad is trying to get even with us, I don't doubt that, but she got so mad! I just dunno why..... she's so stressed... probably because she's so nervous. She's so nervous because....." she stopped, and then breathed. "Me."
She saw it now. Her mother was afraid for her. Scared he would harm her. That was all she cared about. Her duty as a mother. Her duty to Trinity. The unspoken truth. Trinity.
Harry didn't need to hear her explination. He knew why she was so upset. He understood. Once again he wished he could take something away from her, like her guilt, or fear. Why was all this dished to her? Why?
The name Trinity means 'Three in one'. It was meant to be religiously, meaning God, Jesus, and The Holy Spirit. But really, it was a suitable name for her. There were three Trinities in one body; there was the silent Trinity at school. Then there was the Trinity trying to have fun with her friend. But the real Trinity was never showed to anyone. Three Trinities, one body. A very suitable name.
Maria Angeloz had saved her daughter's life by leaving her husband. She would probably never know, but she had. Some acts of courage are unspeakable. No power was stronger than a parent's love for their child, if they truely loved.
The night they left......
Ted Poirier came home, after spending their Christmas bonus on beer. He was drunk, yes, but he wanted to do something. He despised Trinity. He hated everything about the stupid little child. Maria cared more about her than him. He wanted her dead.
He creeped over, pulling a small section of the wall out. He rumbled around, searching for his gun. It was there. He used to hunt, but this would be a different version. He had never done this before.
He removed it, chuckling slightly as he admired the shiny black metal part. Creeping towards the brat's room, he positioned it. He saw her, buried under her covers. He loaded, carefully positioning, and, BANG! He blew it.
He ran over, trying to make it look like an accident, falling off the window onto a pointed stick or something. Dumping her outside. He expected to hear Maria running, to see what happened. He snatched back the covers.
"Pillows!" he roared, looking at the mess of feather falling in his face. "Pillows!"
He ripped the blankets, shouting, "Maria! Maria!"
She didn't come. Maria had left him. He wanted revenge.
"Hello? Mrs. Poirier? This is Collin Jackson, coming to pick up Trinity," Collin knocked and tried to speak into the door. It opened.
"Mom isn't home, I'm the only one here," she giggled.
Collin stared at her. The haircut was cute. She looked pretty. So much shorter and skinnier than anyone else, but pretty.
"I'll just be in my room for a minute," she smiled shyly. He followed her.
As she put on her socks and a jacket, he helped himself to a couple of the candies. He inspected his jacket.
"You don't have your poppy yet," she said. (*)
"So?" he asked.
"It's only a couple days until Remembrance Day," she noted.
"We don't even know what war really means," he said, trying to sound impressive.
"That's why we wear poppies, to celebrate the fact we don't know what they mean. I'm glad I don't," she replied.
He remained speechless, amazed at the power of a few words. It was then he realized how different he was.
(*)= Poppies, you know, those little flower things. We (yeah, those weird Canadians) wear little felt ones on our jackets to mark our respect for the veterans of war. Remembrance Day is almost exactly like Veterans Day and is even on the same day.
OK, how'd you like it? Please read n' review! (Du-a-ba-da-ba!)