Screams of joy filled the courtroom as the final verdict was announced. Trinity sorrowfully looked at her mother, while tears filled her dark brown eyes. Suddenly, a large hand touched her shoulder, which caused her to jump.
"Trinity darling, we have to go home."
The man led her to an elegant Mercedes with tinted windows and he rushed her inside. "We don't want the paparazzi to see us," he explained while his eyes dart from the road to the beautiful girl sitting beside him. She was tanned and her jet black hair was neatly braided into two plaits. She was trim looked as though she took pride in her appearance. How Joanie ever thought she could manage such a beautiful girl was beyond him.
"Why do you keep looking at me?" Trinity snapped, sending Paul out of his thoughts.
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. You keep staring at me strangely. Keep your eyes on the road, you pervert!" And with this statement she put her feet up on the dashboard and started to file her nails.
"Don't talk to me like that Trinity," said Paul, sounding too parental for his liking. "Put your feet down and you can wait until we get home to do your nails. You'll dirty my car."
"This is quite a nice car, isn't it? Obviously you got the money from your job in the WWE, right? You know the job my mum used to have before you cheated on her." Paul just rolled his eyes and continued to drive on. This was definitely going to be more of a handful then he ever thought. Trinity plainly stared into space, trying to ignore everything around her. She thought she should probably be friendlier to Paul, but in some way she felt as though she would be betraying her mother. Sweet Joanie. The thought of her mum made all of her previous emotions come back to her. She let out a sniff and a tear shortly followed after.
"Please may I turn on the radio?" she mumbled wanting to hide her sobs.
"Um, sure," he replied, already knowing that she was crying. A slow rock song caught her attention and she found herself concentrating on its powerful lyrics and sweet melody.
Everything's so blurry
and everyone's so fake
everybody's empty
and everything is so messed up
preoccupied without you
I cannot live at all
my whole world surrounds you
I stumble and I crawl
& you could be my someone
you can be my scene
you know that I'll protect you
from all of the obscene
I wonder what your doing
imagine where you are
there's oceans in between us
but that's not very far
can you take it all away
can you take it all away
well you shoved it in my face
this pain you gave to me
can you take it all away
can you take it all away
well you shoved it in my face
this pain you gave to me
everyone is changing
there's no one left that's real
make up your own ending
and let me know just how you feel
cause I am lost without you
I cannot live at all
my whole world surrounds you
I stumble then I crawl
you could be my someone
you can be my scene
you know that I will save you
from all of the unclean
I wonder what your doing
I wonder where you are
there's oceans in between us
but that's not very far
Can you take it all away
Can you take it all away
well you shoved it in my face
the pain you gave to me
Nobody told me what you thought
nobody told me what to say
everyone showed you where to turn
showed you when to run away
nobody showed you where to hide
nobody told you what to say
everyone showed you where to turn
showed you when to run away
Can you take it all away
can you take it all away
can you take away the pain
the pain you gave to me
this pain you gave to me
"You like this song?" Paul asked, trying to make conversation.
"Never heard it before. But I do like it. I didn't think I'd like it at first but it gradually grew on me. Do you like it?"
"Not really my style of music. I'm more into rock and heavy metal. I love Motorhead."
"I know. My mum once caught me listening to a Motorhead CD and she picked up my CD player and threw it across my room. She hates Motorhead. She told me it was your favourite band. I was shocked but the next day she bought me an even better CD player." Paul just sat there shocked. For her to show that kind of behaviour to a child was unacceptable. Joanie really must hate him to result to violence.
"I don't want to sound invasive, but what actually happened between the both of you. Because so far I have only heard one side and if it is all true, you really sound like a bitch."
"Trinity, language! You're right, you are being invasive but since I'm not sure what kind of lies your mother has been feeding you, I will tell you. It has to be later on though, as we are already home." The car pulled up in front of a breathtaking mansion with 5 more cars parked out front.
"Shit, did you rob a bank?" gasped Trinity, staring at her new home. "I am going to have so much fun here. I have to call all my friends and have a party! Wow, this place is huge!" Paul just stood on the side and chuckled, loving her reaction. Living with a 16 year old girl was going to be very hard.