eleven

I just don't know what the hell I'm doing anymore, Trixie Jean sighed as she looked at herself in the cracked bathroom mirror. More and more Trixie Jean had been feeling this way. She didn't even know who she was anymore, what kind of life was she making? Sile N'Brohin was dead, stabbed they say. The detective. he was dead too. Not that Trixie Jean ever had much care for him.  Now Trixie Jean didn't know Sile that well but still, a death like that, before his time, it shakes you. Trixie Jean didn't deal with death so well, ever since the accident she didn't want to see no kind of death ever again. And workin at Isabelle's, it just didn't feel right to Trixie Jean anymore, she didn't even know what she had become. Trixie Jean knew what she had to do. She had to get out. Like she was in a trance or somethin' Trixie Jean pulled out her old suitcase and began packing. The babies looked at her real confused but she just kept going. The apartment was hot and Trixie Jean was soaked with sweat but by the time she was flooded with relief, a pile of things, her life in a corner. Trixie Jean and her babies didn't have much. Trixie Jean had about two grand from tips and she sure as hell didn't know where she was going to go. She just knew she had to get out of the city, everywhere she looked she couldn't see the joy anymore. Trixie Jean got out a pen and paper and began to write. Ain't no way she was leavin town without a letter to those sweet women at the orphanage who raised her. Two hours passed. Trixie Jean was waiting at the Greyhound station, babies on her hips, luggage at her feet. She was running away, she was going to start a new life somewhere, anywhere but here. The bus arrived, Trixie Jean climbed on with all her luggage bumping into just about everything around her. Finally she was sea.ted. She got out her dinky old self phone and dialed Janie's number, she picked up on the first ring.
"Where the fuck are you?!" Janie screeched, "I haven't seen your ass in days!"
"I love you, but I'm leaving" Trixie Jean whispered, sad and full of memories of Janie
Janie's voice softened "Okay, but to where?"
"I don't know, anywhere but here"
Janie sighed, "You'll call me everyday?"
"Of course"
"I can't wait til we're sixty, our old asses sitting on a porch, drinking ice tea"
"Me neither" Trixie Jean welled with tears
"Good luck baby"
Trixie Jean put her phone away and stared out the window as the bus began to pull away. Baby Boy had just woken up and was cooin at her like he always did. Trixie Jean brought him close to her face, "We're starting a new life baby, away from this town, these people, just me and my babies" Baby Boy just smiled as the town quickly disappeared behind them