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Post by Zippy on Feb 7, 2012 18:29:07 GMT -5
"Chocolate is my savior too," she shared, before clearing her throat. "So tell me about you and Mikey's biological mother."
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Post by tshamien on Feb 7, 2012 18:36:32 GMT -5
"we had one thing in common and that was drugs, when that ended I wanted nothing to do with her. She didn't care about me either. After she had the kid I was gonna fight her for sole custody on the basis on her drug problems. She was using while she was pregnant and I'd believed her when she said she wouldn't." he cleared his throat. "you know the rest."
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Post by Zippy on Feb 7, 2012 18:44:24 GMT -5
She flipped through the file. "so then why'd you do it?" she asked him, leaning back in her chair. "Commit the assault? You were clean. You would have won custody in a heartbeat."
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Post by tshamien on Feb 7, 2012 22:55:19 GMT -5
Tristan sighed heavily, "she was nine months pregnant and I caught her dealer leaving my apartment..." he raked his fingers through his hair, "ever feel blind rage? I didn't care if she killed herself, but she was taking my son's life into her own hands. I just couldn't control myself. I've always been violent and I couldn't control it."
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Post by Zippy on Feb 8, 2012 0:30:04 GMT -5
Erin nodded, eyes on her screen. She finally looked up at him. "And are you taking anger management classes? Seeing a therapist?"
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Post by tshamien on Feb 8, 2012 6:59:41 GMT -5
"I got it all in prison. I'm looking for someone right now. Listen I've never hurt somebody you didn't deserve to have their face punched." He said.
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Post by Zippy on Feb 8, 2012 10:07:53 GMT -5
"I believe you," Erin told him honestly, beginning to pack up her computer, notes, and files. "But you can understand our hesitancy about giving Mikey to a parent that has a history of assault and drug problems."
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Post by tshamien on Feb 8, 2012 10:19:55 GMT -5
"I can understand your hesitancy," He said pointedly. "State agencies don't give a fuck as long as they place them with their parents who seem to be working on the straight and narrow. I lived with an aunt who made me use bleech and ammonia to clean her bathroom. That's fucking abuse and CPS didn't care. Listen, I know you love my son, but I love him too. I love him and I've never even met him, so just think about that." He said. Then he walked over to a filing cabinet and opened it. Tristan removed a shoebox and handed it to her.
"When you're ready, give it to him." He said. Inside were letters that Tristan had written to his boy, birthday cards, halloween cards, all the mail had bounced back to him for four years. "He'll know me a little at least."
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Post by Zippy on Feb 8, 2012 10:44:43 GMT -5
JErin took the box, and looked inside. Christ this guy put on a good show. "Okay." she sighed, looking up at him. "Why don't you come over tomorrow night for dinner. You can give these to him yourself." she handed the box back. Maybe she'd regret this. But she put a ton of work into helping Mikey, one dinner won't ruin all that.
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Post by tshamien on Feb 8, 2012 12:32:30 GMT -5
"Alright. Want me to bring anything? He like cake or something?" Tristan felt like that was a dumb question, he was a four year old with a crack mom, course he liked sweets.
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Post by Zippy on Feb 8, 2012 12:51:33 GMT -5
"He loves cookies and cream ice cream," Erin told him, swinging her bag over her shoulder.
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Post by tshamien on Feb 8, 2012 12:52:55 GMT -5
"I think I can manage a container of that," Tristan said with a half smile. "See ya around seven? I don't close up here till six."
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Post by Zippy on Feb 8, 2012 12:58:38 GMT -5
"700 is a little late. He's 4, his bedtime is at like 930. Try for 630," she said, wondering for a minute how on earth she was goin to explain this to her supervisor. Having Tristan Shamien for dinner had to be breaking some sort of professional rules...
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Post by tshamien on Feb 8, 2012 13:04:29 GMT -5
"I'll be there as fast as I can," He said.
((I am zoomity zooming to diiiinner))
Tristan showed up at the door carrying a bag with the pint of ice cream and the shoebox full of letters. He rang the bell and waited for Erin to come to the door. He saw the curtain part at the window and Mikey with his face to the glass. He smiled at him, trying not to laugh.
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Post by Zippy on Feb 8, 2012 13:10:58 GMT -5
Erin opened the door. "Come on in. Take off your shoes." she moved out of the way and locked the door behind him.
"Mikey, this is Tristan. Can you say hi to Tristan?" she said, scooping Mikey up into her arms so he was more eye level with him.
"Hi. Is that ice cream?" he pointed to the bag.
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