Disclaimer: Power Rangers belong to Haim Saban and Disney.

Author's Note: Sorry it took me forever to post another chapter. I am now a high school graduate! There is some sick irony I would love to share with you. I suffered a concussion about two weeks ago and it just figures that it would happen after I wrote it into the story for Trent. Anyway, I thank you for your patience! Please read and review!

Chapter 6

"Trent, I have some good news!" Anton exclaimed.

"Really?"

"I just got off of the phone with the Adoption Agency."

Trent's heart nearly skipped a beat.

"Before I continue, I think we should talk."

"Okay, talk about what?"

"First of all, how do you like it here?"

"It's very nice."

"Are you comfortable?"

"Yes sir."

"You don't have to call me Sir," Anton chuckled.

"What do you think about staying here and living with me?"

Trent opened and closed his mouth several times but nothing came out. He couldn't think of what to say. At age thirteen, he was an orphan with no place to go. Realizing this brought a lump to his throat and hot fresh tears clouded his vision.

"I don't know," Trent shakily replied.

"The reason why I am asking you these things is because the adoption papers have been approved."

"You are going to adopt me? Why?"

"Well, for one thing, you don't have anywhere else to go. Secondly, I don't mind taking care of you, as long as you are willing to stay."

"That's very nice. Thank you."

"You agree then?"

"I guess so."

"Great! I'll make arrangements. Feel free to explore, but don't go too far from the property."

Trent turned to leave but was stopped by Anton.

"Promise me."

"Okay, I promise," Trent sincerely said.

Trent left as quickly as possible. What was Anton so worried about? As if he would explore that far. He didn't even know where Anton's house was! But at the moment, Trent was in no mood to explore.

He appreciated what Anton was doing for him, but he didn't feel ready to move on. He had mixed emotions about the adoption deal. Anton Mercer did have good intentions and seemed nice enough. If Anton adopted him, he would legally be his dad. Trent didn't want to replace his real one with a man he only just met.

Trent went back to his room and found his sketchbook sitting on top of his old clothes. The last time he even looked at it was when he was driving with his mom and dad. Tears filled his eyes once again. Why? Why did it have to be his parents! They were his whole world.

Trent sat down heavily on the bed. He clenched his teeth and shut his eyes succumbing to his angry thoughts. Why did they have to die? Why couldn't he save them? Heck, why couldn't he have died with them!

His anger faded and in place of it was sorrow followed by anguish. A dark cloud seemed to have descended upon him. The deep pain he first felt after hearing they were gone seemed to tear his heart to shreds all over again. Sobs once again wracked his body.

He didn't care if Anton could hear him crying. At this point in time, he cared less about anything. Trent faintly realized that this was depression assaulting him, but didn't bother fighting against it. He was in too much pain to care. With a shuddering breath, he fell against his pillow and cried his soul out.