GAME ON

Chapter 7 - Sectrets

Work had been more painful then ever.
The only good part was that I kind of got to boss Noah around.

A customer would ask for something and I would get to scream at him to get off his ass and start cooking.

But then he'd get me back by giving me the wrong order just so customers could come back and complain.

And then we'd both be yelled at by Sadie, our boss.

"Do you guys fight a lot?" The girl who worked the register beside me asked one day when we were on break.

"Yeah. You have no idea."

"Why?"

I'd never really thought about that before, but I've also never really cared.

"He's a jerk." I explained.

"Did you guys date or something and-"

My face became pale.
EW. I CANT EVEN IMAGINE THAT HORROR .

"No. No no no no no." I instantly shook my head and she laughed.

"I thought he cheated on you or something."

"Does it look like I'd ever date... HIM?"

"I guess not," She laughed again, "so what makes him so mean?"

"Just about everything. He's cocky, insensitive, rude, annoying, and ignorant."

She nodded.

"He's definitely confident."

"Yeah." I agreed.

"But to be honest... And Don't take this the wrong way... But I think you two are actually a lot alike. You're almost like the girl version of him."

I nearly choked on my burger.
What?

That could never be possible, because I hate him and I definitely don't hate myself.

"First of all I'm NOTHING like HIM. And second of all, even if we were alike he'd be the boy version of ME. I'd be the original."

For some reason she found that hilarious and I still didn't get why.

I was being absolutely serious.

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After work I went home.

My mom was still nowhere to be found.
I started to get worried and I decided it was time I called her.
I sat there while it rang until she finally picked up.

Or at least I thought it was her...

"Mom! You picked up I-"

"Hello?" A man's voice spoke on the phone.

I assumed maybe he was a friend and she asked him to pick up the phone for her.

Or maybe he was a stranger and he had the same phone as her and they picked up each other's.

I was wrong.

"Is Clara Rhodes there?"

"She's in the shower right now, but I can call you when she's out."

With that I hung up.

How could my mom do this to me?

How could she do this to my dad?

She always was the one who said that family was important, but she was the one who was breaking ours apart.

The number called again, but I didn't pick up.

My mom was someone I had faith in. I saw myself being like her in the future.

She destroyed that image.

She crashed my past and ripped up my future.

How could she?
And how could I tell my dad?

I didn't even know if I should.
I just sat there in shock.

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"Dad?" I said, my voice was raspy from crying.

"What?" He asked while reading a magazine on the couch.

"I-I," it was hard to even get the words out, "I have something to tell you."

He looked up acknowledging me.

"Moms cheating on you."

He shook his head.

"I promise you I'm not lying."

"I know you aren't sweetie. Me and your mom have decided to go our separate ways. We both agreed if we wanted to see different people, we could."

I was shocked. It was hard to even breathe.

"So you got a divorce? Or your getting one?" I asked frightened for the answer.

He shook his head.

"Not yet at least. We're just having problems..."

How could anyone be married and love other people?
Even if it was okay with the other partner it'd still be cheating right?

"I-I have to go."
I didn't want to stay in this house with him anymore.

I didn't know what to do.

I dialed Catie's number, "bring me somewhere far away from here.
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Two and a half hours later me and
Catie arrived at the art museum.

"Do you want to talk about anything?" She asked, but I ignored her.

I pointed to a painting. It was a picture of a demon hanging up a halo and its angel wings. I saw it as somebody who disguised themselves like someone they weren't.

Like my parents. They pretended to be happy for years, but in reality they had always been consumed with hatred for each other.

She turned to it.

"You like that one?" She asked.

I shrugged.
"I guess."

"It's by Drud Eichel, a German artist."
The woman behind me said.

She was an old woman who looked to be in her 80s.

I smiled.

"He was blind." She nodded.

"Then how did he well... Do this?" I was really confused.

"No one knows, but he said he always had a picture in mind and although he couldn't see the painting, he pretended he knew what it looked like."

I smiled again.

"They're having an art show on him in November. You should come."

I actually wanted to.

I had never been a big fan of art, but seeing the truth in this paintings and what he could do made me want to see more.

He was truly inspiring.

Someone I wanted to be like someday.

Not with art, maybe not even with football. He made his mark on the world THAT was something I wanted to do.

Isn't it just crazy when you realize you love something you'd never see yourself loving?

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