Hidden Secrets

Girlfriend

Dad and I bounced around backstage, messing around and just having fun. After a while I looked at him seriously. "When am I going to meet your girlfriend?"

"Oh, you can meet her now, I almost forgot." He grabbed me by the wrist. "C'mon! Let's go see Renee."

I chuckled at his enthusiasm.

When Jon found her he jumped up to her, smiling like a little kid at a candy story. "Renee! I want you to meet someone."

I stood back behind the wall, where Dad put me.

Renee smiled at his mood and laughed. "Sure, who is it?"

"My daughter."

There was a brief silence. "Daughter?"
I heard the excitement die in Jon's voice and my smile faded. "Well, yeah, I thought you'd like to meet her."

"I dunno, how old is she?"

"Sixteen, but she was an accident I was dating her mom back in CZW, Renee I didn't know a thing about her until two weeks ago, c'mon don't be mad."

"How can I not? You have a daughter. Sixteen nonetheless, why do you have her? Shouldn't her mom have her?"

Dad sighed, sadly. "Renee . . . her mom is dead, I'm the only thing she has and she's a really great person, please Renee, can you just give her a chance?"

I leaned against the wall and peaked out of the corner at them and sighed, turning in the other direction and heading for dad's locker room. The one thing I didn't want to do the first day I met him: destroy his relationship with Renee, and I haven't even officially met her and I already put a massive dent in it. Dad didn't deserve that, not after everything he's done for me and what he went through as a kid.

He was a nice guy, he deserves something nice, and if I'm not in the picture then, I'll cut myself out of it. Jonathan deserves a woman in his life, not a girl he never met that was shoved at him with a note demanding him to parent. Proclaiming he was the father.

He wasn't ready for that, he never dealt with taking care of children and then here I come barging into his life and altering it. I froze as I stood in front of the mirror hanging on the door and burst into tears. I was right, I did destroy lives no matter how hard I tried not to, I destroyed my mom's, I'm destroying my dad's, I don't see how I'm a great person or how anyone would want me, I am a destroyer, no one likes that, that's not necessarily a great thing to do to someone that was so obligated to you. I just might as well leave, I'm sure no one would miss me, heck, I'm better off dead, then I wouldn't be running around ruining people's lives.

I turned grabbing my bag and guitar case, taking one last look at the mirror I spun around and left the room, leaving nothing behind, I wanted my existence gone out of my father's life, I wanted him to believe I was just a dream . . . a terrible nightmare and just forget about me, it was best thing to do.

I closed the door on my way out.

~~~

Jon's P.O.V

The door to my room swung open as I ran in, hoping to find Drew in there but I was greeted with nothing, even her stuff was gone, it was like she was never even here.

"Dammit Drew, why do this now?" I muttered as I scavenged through my stuff, Renee right behind me, her earlier foul mood replaced with worry as she watched me rampage the room.

I stood in the middle, pushing my hands up through my damp, slowly drying hair, looking around for any sign of Drew's existence in this room.

"Jon."

I turned to Renee and found her reading a note, I was at her side in a instant, reading it over her shoulder, which was easy since I basically a foot taller than her.

I recognized it as Drew's writing.

You're never gonna get it
I'm a hazard to myself
I'll break it to you easy
This is hell, this is hell
You're looking and whispering
You think I'm someone else
This is hell, yes.
Literal hell.

We don't have to talk
We don't have to dance
We don't have to smile
We don't have to make friends
It's so nice to meet you,
Let's never meet again
We don't have to talk
We don't have to dance
We don't have to dance

Jon

DA

I read the heavily bolded words, putting them together, forming a whole new message and meaning of it's own:

You're never gonna get it
I'm a hazard to myself
I'll break it to you easy
You think I'm someone else
This is hell, yes.
Literal hell.

We don't have to make friends
It's so nice to meet you,
Let's never meet again
Jon.
DA, Drew Anderson.

As clever as that was of her I felt my heart break, she left, just like that, with no reason but saying I thought she was someone else and that it was nice to meet me but never see each other again. Why?

What had made her do this? Then it hit me, I looked up from the note and cursed. "Dammit she heard our argument about her, Renee."

"So? What's that gotta do with this?"

"The first thing she said she'd never do the day I met her was that she wasn't going to ruin our relationship, but I never thought she'd go this far to making that happen."

Renee looked up at me, a different look in her eyes, it looked like surprise, and genuine concern. "She'd really do that? For us?"

I sighed, nodding. "Yeah, I told you she's a great, generous, person she told me she never wanted to break it, and she is, doing exactly that."

"Her mom must of been a wonderful woman . . ." she whispered, I nodded, I had to agree.

"Yeah, Clarisse was a great, but that was then, this is now, and Clarisse isn't here, she's gone, Drew is my responsibly now, I have to find her." I turned, walking out the door in a haste. "Before God knows what happens to her."