Hidden Secrets

Drew

Jon's P.O.V

I stared at Drew as she laid on the couch, her blue eyes closed, a pair of light blue Bluetooth headphones on her head.

I still couldn't believe this was my daughter, a normal girl from Ohio getting a fucked up life because her mom died and her dad is a professional wrestler, had to say I felt bad for her. I wouldn't blame her if she broke down crying, all this happened in only a few hours.

I really wanted to get to know her, she seemed like a fun, kind, girl and she did look a lot like me, just feminine, which made it a little more difficult to identify which looks she inherited. I mean, I don't remember her mom but I know what I look like, I knew she had my hair color, eye color and shape, she had somewhat of my humor, - okay that's not a physical trait, but I could tell - she had her mom's high cheek bones, she had my facial structure, and etcetera.

I had read the note, her mother had deeply loved and cared for her. She had given her the nickname of Drewie, Drew, by what I know from her, don't take nicknames kindly I see her pounding anyone who did. When I looked closer at Drew I realized that her cheeks were stained with tears, and her eyes were bloodshot when she had her eyes open.

I look at the folder on the table, leaning forward to grab it. Leaning back against the back of the chair, I opened the file.

Drew Deana Anderson.

Drew Deana? Her mom must of done that on purpose.

Age: 15

Birthday: December 7, 2000

My eyes widened, December 7th? I share my birthday with my daughter? I looked over at Drew, she hadn't moved. I'm not going to tell her that, it doesn't matter.

I looked at her school record, and she was right, she wasn't a good girl, she was good in class, she was getting A's and B's but outside of class, she gets into fights, she sent a kid to the hospital once!

Jesus, she does have my temper.

I sighed, rubbing my neck. "You were right, Clarisse, she is just like me."

"What'd you say?" Drew suddenly asked, a little loudly.

I jumped, looking up, she was staring at me, holding a side of the headphone off away her ear, I shook my head. "Nothing."

She sat up, pulling the rest of the set off her head to her neck, a song I never heard of coming out of them.

"What is that song?"

"Home by Daughtry." She looked down at it as a different song pounded out of them. "Now's it Angel."

She then shrugged. "I have depressing songs."

"So I've heard." I chuckled, closing the file, catching her attention, she raised a brow.

"My file?"

I nodded.

"Not liking what you read?" She asked, not a single emotion evident in her voice, jeez she had a lot of control over her emotions, well, showing faults emotions, when I looked at her, her eyes flashed briefly the only thing betraying her true emotions.

I shrugged. "You have good grades . . ."

"I know there's a gonna be a but."

"Buuut, you get into a lot of fights."

"Well, I guess that makes me more of a Daddy's girl, then."

"You read my file!"

She nodded, slowly, turning her headphones off. "Indeed I have, I read the first few things, not all of it. Like how we share the same birthday, you're from Cincinnati Ohio, and you have a drinking problem. That's all I read."