I remember the day it happened. I was three and mom had had enough of me. She wanted to go back to her Wicca ways, and Uncle Giles wasn't into taking care of a child. So she was going to drop me off with dad, and I was going to live there for a while. She said she would come back, and she did, when I was 16.
We flew on a plane to New York, and then drove all the way to L.A where dad lived. I had no idea who my dad was or why mom was so mad at him, but mom told me that he was nice and I would like him. I trusted her, and I was sure that I would like dad too. When we got there, she told me to stay in the car. I had a feeling that something bad was going to happen, and I knew it was true when I heard angry voices inside. I decided that no one wanted me, so I took off. I didn't get very far though before mom came out.
"What are you doing?" she asked as she ran over.
"Nobody wants me," I said through sniffles. "I'm gonna go away."
She smiled, and then said, "That's not it. Mommy just wants some alone time. And you get to hang out with your dad. He'll teach you how to play your guitar."
"He will?" I had gotten a guitar for Christmas when I was two, and I had always wanted to learn.
"Why don't you go inside? I'll bring your clothes in, okay?"
"Alright." I nodded and then went inside the building. It wasn't as big as the house we had in England, but I thought it was pretty cool. I saw a man standing against the wall, his arms crossed. "Are you my daddy?" I asked, looking up at him.
"Yeah." He said, staring at me.
"I'm Trinity. Mommy said that I'm going to live with you, and that's you teach me how to play guitar. Will you? I want to be a super guitar player someday." I smiled.
"Well, Trin. Here's your stuff. I'll come back for you, okay?" she bent down and gave me a hug and then she stood up. She went over to my father and looked at him. "Take care of her." Then she headed out the door. I didn't see her again for 13 years.