Part 8. Mission: Therapy.
Trisha stood in front of a group of girls, for the first time ever, in her whole life. She was nervous, as they all introduced themselves, not sure how to react or what to say. There was a blonde one named Denver, a really skinny one, that looked a bit younger than the rest of them, named Belle, and then two with dark hair, one named Olive and the other Dakota. As for her roommate, Jazmine, she had black hair, along with a Spanish vibe, and dressed in all black.
"I'm Trisha," she said, in return, lamely."Hi..."
Luckily for her, they all laughed. "You're funny'" Olive said. "Wanna see my room?"
"Sure," Trisha shrugged, taking in a sharp breath in relief, that she was actually being accepted. The rest of the night went by smoothly, dinner was...better than what she ate with Trevor and Breakfast was cereal, nothing could go wrong there. As for the girls, they were all collectively trying to take Trisha under their wing, and although Trisha appreciated this, she wanted to figure stuff out on her own.
School the next day, was another thing Trisha was worried about, but it was pretty straight forward, they sat in a room, along with the boys: Mickey, Jesus, John, Max, Andy M and Andy P, at least according to Belle. They all just sat around and listened to the teacher, Mrs. Kline and took notes.
Over all, Trisha was having a great time, and hadn't thought about her 'dad's' once since they dropped her off. And honestly, as she walked into lunch, she didn't want to start now...
XXX
Michael sat outside a coffee shop Trevor told him to meet him at, which was odd for Trevor, but at least it wasn't some place worse. Like his strip club, and that way Michael can't be accused of having an affair again...that was nice. It took Amanda three weeks to talk to him again, even though he tried to explain he didn't care about anyone else's boobs but hers, mostly because they cost him so much money...yeah, she didn't like that either.
"Yooo, T!" Michael announced, when Trevor walked in, he didn't look too pleased and Michael had to pause and think about what he might have done in the last few days that might have pissed Trevor off, before continuing. "What's the matter?!"
"Two months, Mikey?! Trevor growled, as he sat down across from Michael. "That's too long!"
"Michael, again, paused for a second, realizing this was about their kid. Trevor was experiencing 'Empty Nest Syndrome,' something sometimes Michael wished he could feel...as both of his kids still lived with, and mooched off of, him. Trisha, he had never really lived with, only for the past few weeks, while she couldn't leave town.
"I've never gone without seeing her for so long!" Trevor groaned, looking near tears. "The house is so empty without her!"
"I know, T..."Michael had to swallow a laugh. Seeing Trevor emotional always made Michael feel a certain type of way, somewhere between horrified and deeply amused. It wasn't that he didn't care about Trevor, it was more... Trevor always acted like a inhuman nut-job, so when he had real emotions, it always surprised Michael. "I'll miss her too..."
"I hate it!" Trevor cried out, covering his face with his hands, which struck Michael as extra fucked up, reading the upside down 'fuck you' on the man's knuckles."I should'a never made her rob that store, M!"
"Hey...you were just trying to show her our world," Michael offered, trying with a bit of comforting , but if this got much worse he was walking. "What you shouldn't have done was let her out of the car...that was fuckin' stupid, or maybe you could've checked the car before blowing it up..."
Trevor stopped sobbing momentarily, and glared up at him. "Fuck you!"
Michael smiled. "Finally back to normal? God damn..."
"I'm upset!"
"I see that..."Michael stated, standing up. "Let's go, get your mind off of it."
Trevor stood up, sluggishly, and tried at half-hearted enthusiasm. "We could stick-up a 24/7?"
"Uhh...how 'bout we just go to a bar?"
"...fine."
XXX
Ahhh...drunk before noon, now that was how life was supposed to be. Trevor sat, eyes droopy, in Michael's car, Franklin in the back seat, because at some point Trevor couldn't exactly remember, Michael had picked him up. He was talking about some bullshit with Michael that he thought they were all too drunk to be dealing with right now.
"I'm in my fuckin' thirties, man, and got nothin' to show for it."
"You have a nice house?" Michael offered, as he drove.
"That I didn't buy..."
"You have a dog?"
"That belongs to Lamar..."
"You got us?!" Trevor chimed in, happily, even though he wasn't exactly sure what they were talking about.
"Shit man, don't remind me," Franklin retorted and Trevor chuckled at that. But Franklin continued. "I got a big ass house I'm livinn' in all the fuck alone! I want a wife, I want kids!"
"Trust me, both are extremely over-rated," Michael said, as he pulled into his own driveway. They all got out and used each other as handrails to get up the few steps. Trevor walked into the living room and fell face first into an overly posh, and too white, couch. Michael and Franklin followed him in, but he had no idea where they were. He just needed to rest his eyes for a minute...
"You're all drunk?!" he jerked awake at these words being screamed, he didn't lift his head, to see who it was, though, he hardly needed to.
"Calm the fuck down, Amanda, who cares?!" Michael was shouting back now, and silently Trevor was cheering him on, and he also might throw up.
"I have some ladies coming over from the club, you're going to embarrass me!" She was shouting- "AGAIN!" That's exactly what Trevor was thinking. "And what's wrong with him? Is he dead? ...I hope."
"T?" Michael spoke again. "Nah, he's only passed out."
"Well, get him out of here!" Amanda demanded. "All of you get out!"
Trevor felt himself being pulled and yanked, and he squinted open his eyes to be met with Franklin's face, as they stood him up. "You're awake?" he asked. "Can you walk?"
"No..I'd rather be carried by you peasants."
"Man, fuck you, Homie," Franklin let go of him, and Trevor fell back into a strong thing he assumed was Michael. "Your bitch ass can help yourself up."
"Or, you know...fall on me," Michael retorted.
"Yo, M, man...we can hit up my crib?" Franklin offered then. "Watch a movie or something'?"
"Okay," Michael answered, without hesitation. Whenever you offer the man a movie he was always in.
"Will there be alcohol involved?" However, Trevor asked, because if he had to sit there and watch Michael fangirl, he was gonna need something to get through it.
"Shit...I guess so."
"You don't need anymore alcohol," Michael told him, but he completely blew this off. Yes, he definitely did.
"Great. Let's go, Ladies!"
XXX
For Trisha, the next day wasn't exactly as great as the first. She woke up to hear two of the girls fighting over a hair brush, a common occurrence according to Jazmine and after lunch, she was sent up to the office, she didn't know why at first, she certainly hadn't done anything wrong, but it all made sense when she walked in and there was a man with dark, loose, curly hair and a clipboard.
"Trisha, this is Doctor Friedlander," Rachael explained. "Our counselor, we'd like you to have a word with him."
Trisha really couldn't say no, even if she did want to, and she very much did. He led her toward another office, one she hadn't been in yet, this one had a few chairs and a green couch. "Have a seat," he offered, even after she had sat down on the couch. He didn't seem to notice. "So, Trisha..."
"Yeah?" she offered back. She thought this was stupid, she didn't need therapy. She was perfectly fine.
"Trisha De Santa Philips," he said. "That's your full name?"
"Well, actually it's Trisha Crystal De Santa Philips, but yeah...basically my full name."
"I used to know a De Santa," the man explained. "He was...mentally beyond my help. Really, the most ignorant excuse for a human I have ever met."
"Sounds like my dad..." Trisha shrugged. "Both of them..."
"He tried to kill me," Friedlander continued. "He obviously failed, luckily for me...but enough about me. Let's talk about you."
"I'm fine..."
"Now, now...don't be shy," he said."It is my request that I know next to nothing about you kids, so we can build a friendship on our own. How does that sound?"
"Not great," Trisha retorted, the man frowned at her. "No offence or anything, I just don't need therapy."
"The Farm disagrees, I beg your pardon," he retorted. "I was told very little, but what I could piece together is you don't have a very strong bond with your father's. Why do you think that is?"
"Because they're dicks," Trisha resounded , honestly. "I just don't like them as people...it's not their fault, well...I mean, it kinda is."
"What don't you like about them?"
"Everything!" Trisha expressed. "How they act, what they do, how they treat me...how they treat each other."
"I see," Frielander said, writing something down on the clipboard. "I can see they're not very affectionate."
"Never..."
"Miss Tudor mentioned to me she found it very odd they didn't hug you when they left," he said, though continued to write stuff down. "I can assume that's normal?"
"Yeah," Trisha nodded. "I'm not sure either of them have ever hugged me..."
"Huh, well..." He said, in a surprised tone, but said nothing else.
"Is...that all you wanted to know?" Trisha asked, awkwardly, after a moment of neither of them speaking.
"Oh yes, you can go," he said. And she did, standing up and heading for the door. "But, I would like to see you again next week..."
She paused, almost walking out of the door, she turned back, not really sure how she felt about this. "Um...okay.."