The Secret The Cheerleader Doesn't... - Chapter 37: Chapter 37

Ani Pov
"Move!" I shouted, desperately wanting to honk my horn at the person in front of me.  I had twelve minutes before the game started and this fucking asshole decided to be a slow driver.
Glancing at my phone, I saw a message from Jennifer and since the light was red, I quickly checked:
I hope the twins play good.  Wish I could watch it.
The car behind me honked, telling me the light had changed.
Jennifer had asked about attending, but I declined every time. It wasn't that it would uncomfortable for the kids or that they weren't ready.... it was more about me. I wasn't ready to have her mingle in and I definitely didn't like the idea of Jennifer being part of my family.
I guess... I want her to be something outside of my family.
As I pulled in and rushed to the field, it was only two minutes from starting. Once I bought a ticket and got to the closest seat, the game began.
At first I couldn't figure out where Jessika and Jakob were, but they quickly stood out. Jessika was a beast on the field. She was zig zag between people and make incredible passes. Honestly, I couldn't believe her talent. Jakob was her assistance. He made sure she was okay, made sure the ball was transitioning well and would get opened when needed. They played great together.
"I didn't think you would come," I glanced over to see Jaelynn sit beside me. She had a blanket and coke, "Want a sip?"
"Sure," I took a sip and handed it back, "they're amazing."
"Told ya," she said, "they're crazy good. Doesn't seem real that they're only in middle school... next year freshmen."
Sighing I mumbled, "I feel like they were just two innocent six year olds a week ago... time flies."
"You've been our mom for a long time now," Jaelynn muttered, my heart beating with pain, "for them... they only remember you as our mom.... mama as our other mom.... they don't even know what our biological parent's names are."  We sat in silence for a bit, the guilt and regret flooding into me... washing over me.  To think they've spent more of their lives with Cassie and I as their parents than their biological ones... it was bewildering.  "Mom... there is a piece of me that understands why you are doing this... for years you've remained strong... held it in and pretended like nothing could ruin you.  For years, you've been the constant in this house and because you were that constant, everything ran smoothly.  The twins and I got used to you never being around... so did mama.  We knew you loved us... we all did.  We never got upset, never hated you, never questioned it.  However, now we aren't sure.  Recently every time you aren't with us, you're with her.  Every single time... now we question it all.  'Was she not here all those times before because she was spending time with someone else?  Was she actually working?'... we are left to open minds and fucked up thoughts.  I'm left with information that could potentially destroy our entire family and a piece of me... a fragment... doesn't give one shit whether or not you are part of this family.... and that fucking haunts me!  It hurts to know there is a part of me that doesn't give shit about you... it kills me to know that there are parts of me that could live happily without you... to know there was a time that I couldn't imagine not having you and mama in my future to now.... silently hoping mama drops your ass... what fucking daughter am I?  What kind of person am I?"  She said all of this without a single fear dropping... without any breaks in voice or inkling of pain.  She masked it all... gave me a face content so the people around us wouldn't notice.
She had perfected the act of being perfectly fine.
So I did it myself.  I contained my emotions, my thoughts and life.... I put on a mask, just like she did, and said, "I see."
And we just watched the twins... silently.
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Cassie's Pov
I watched as the numbers ran across, singing one by one to tell me what floor we were on.  As I got to the top floor, I couldn't help but chuckle as I saw him standing there - eyes wide open and shocked.  I neared him, making sure he took me all in... that he fucking knew it was me... the daughter he abandoned.
When I got, maybe a foot, from him, I smiled, "Hey dad... we gotta talk."
"What are you doing here?" He asked, the anger setting in.
"I just said," I replied, "we gotta talk."  He studied me, looking for something to pinch at - to use against me... to make me crumbled.  But I wasn't going to allow that to happen.  I wasn't going to let this son of a bitch make me crumble... make my mission come to an end.  I'm going to finish what I started because I owe that to Antonia, to my children, and to my self.
Soon he walked me into his office, making sure the door closed behind me.  I took my sweet ass time, loitering around, looking at pictures and artwork before I took a seat.  Crossing my legs, I just smiled at him, waiting for his shitty behavior to surface... of course that didn't take long.
"What do you want?"
"Where is mom located?" I asked.
"What?" He responded.
"Where is she located?  Her mental facility," I said, "the prison you're keeping her.  Where the fuck is it?"
"Why do you want to know?" He leaned back, grinning, "Want to go back to her?  Let her beat the shit out of you?  Maybe it would do you some fucking good."
"No," I said, "I want it for personal reasons.  But when I see her, I'll make sure to inform her how many women you've been fucking... and I'll let her know you've got yourself a baby mama too."  He gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing out of anger.  "So fucking tell me where she is."
"Why would I tell you - a psychopath with a fucking drug problem.  You're probably high as a kite right now," he joked, "maybe I should inform the adoption agency."
"Go right ahead," I said, "let them test me.  You're gonna find I'm nothing but squeaky clean."
"Bitch," he mumbled, "fucking waste of space."
"What a lovely compliment... you warm my heart," I smiled back, titling my head a little, "now, I don't have time to sit here and have a nice chat.  Tell me the address and I'll leave.  No scene... no drama."
"There's already a fucking scene Cassidy!  Everyone downstairs is probably snickering!" He pushed himself up, yelling at the top of his lungs.  How I used to cower at that voice.  How I feared the beating mother would give me... the hatred in her eyes.
Now I crave such look... cause I would laugh at it.
Chuckling, I stood up to dust my pants, "You and your fucking image... lied on my health reports, lied to the public... to family friends and coworkers.  I wonder, daddy, how much would the press love knowing your son died from suicide, your wife was a fucking abuse bitch, you were a cheating asshole who didn't do anything to protect his children, and your daughter is a mentally fucked girl who is a lesbian... how they would eat that story up."  I watched as fear flashed in his eyes... making me happy, "So, before this gets fucking nasty, I recommend you give me that damn address.... cause I promise... I am insane and I won't be afraid of dragging you down to the fucking flames of hell myself."