Trinity sat straight ahead, perfectly. She was waiting for him, and he wasn't home. How long had it been since he had been home on time? She didn't know, she didn't WANT to know. It was better that way.1
She stands, and goes to the kitchen, pausing only to examine herself in the mirror.2
She was quite beautiful, so many other men had told her that much. She had bright, intelligent eyes. Blue eyes, her father's eyes. Raven hair, dark, yet shiny. She spent most of her time keeping her hair perfect. Always perfect.3
She weighed very little. So much time she spent looking perfect for him, loving every part of him.4
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What was there to love about him, though? He was a drunk, drinking constantly. He called her horrific names, only when he was drunk. Beating her, only when he was drunk. 6
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He seemed to be in a constant state of drunkenness, there was never any time for her to recover from her shock.8
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He also got high. He would push passed her to get to his Heroin. He would die for his cocaine. 10
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And yet, Trinity loved him. Every part of him.12
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Trinity looked away from the mirror to check the time. It was 12:01. He was four hours late.14
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A loud CRACK roused her from sleep. Sleep, she couldn't remember sleeping.18
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The ice outside was proving to be too heavy for the trees, the limbs came falling down with defening roars, and high pitched cracks. Trinity checks the time. It is 3:15.20
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When morning finally came, Trinity was stiff from sleep. She stretched, and yawned. She looked at the clock. It was 9:30 a.m, now. HE had never come home.24
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She made herself some cereal, and sat at the table. He had never come home, he had never even called. She was worried, but she said nothing. He would come, of course he would. Why wouldn't he?26
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Trinity knew how to take care of herself, any other nine year old could. She was lucky this time. The only thing worse than him NOT coming home, was when he did. Bad things happened when he came home. She knew that all too well.28
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The next morining, she was roused from sleep by people pounding on her door. It wasn't Daddy, he could walk in. She knew that she should never open the door for stangers. The door was kicked in.32
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Many men came in after the door came down. They went to her, and picked her up. Trinity was not afraid, these were policemen. They were good people.34
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They took her to the precinct.36
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"Can you tell me where daddy is?" a frightend Trinity asks the policeman at the other side of the table.40
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"We were hoping you would know." The man answers, shaking his head. He strokes his beard.42
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"I don't know," Trinity says firmly, crossing her arms. "But he will be angry if I'm not home when he is."44
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The Policeman straightens.46
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"Does daddy get angry alot?"48
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An answering nod. "Only when he has his bottle." She answers.50
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The policeman smiles. "Grown-ups don't have bottles, sweetie,"52
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Trinity smiles too. "My daddy does, funny, huh?"54
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THe policeman sobers quickly. "Yes. Tell me, honey, when was the last time you saw daddy?"56
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Trinity closes her eyes in thought. "It was monday, I remember. It was my birthday."58
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The policeman is in shock. Today was Thursday.60
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"Honey, can you tell me what happened? Why does daddy leave?"62
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Trinity smiles. "Duh, he works. And ten he has his bottle after work. And then, he comes home to see me. I don't like when he has his bottle though." Her smile fades.64
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"Why is that?" The policeman asks.66
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"He hits me, he makes me cry."68
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It was there, that Trinity became nervous, she never told anyone.70
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"Tell me. You can trust me."72
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It was then, that Trinity tells her story.74
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