Rose Gold (sequel)

T W O - truth

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Rose
"Where are you going?" Dad stops me on my way up the stairs to my room.

I sigh in aggravation, turning back around to face him.

"We need to talk. Come, sit down." He directs me over to the living room.

"What is this all about?" I furrow my eyebrows, plopping down on the couch.

"It's..." He hesitates.

I raise my eyebrows expectantly.

"It's about your Mother."

I immediately shift my position.

"I wanted to talk to you about her." He continues.

"Finally!" I smile widely.

He purses his lips, waiting for me to gain some composure.

"Sorry, continue."

"Your Motherー she's beautiful." He pulls a picture out of his pocket, showing me a Polaroid of my mother.

She really is; the way her blonde hairー although I'm sure it's not naturalー frames her face perfectly, her pearly white smile and hazel green eyes. But there's also something recognizable about her face. It's oddー I can't quite put my finger on it.

"I swear I've seen her before."

Dad's face falls. "What? Where?"

"I think on like...an album cover at that hippy CD store two blocks down. Jamie and I go there all the time."

"Oh god.."

He sets his hand down on the arm of his chair for support.

"What?" I ask with concern.

"I really didn't tell you anything, did I?" He questions, more to the room than to me.

The room stays silent for a short minute before he speaks up again.

"Your Mother's career; my career, was in the music industry"

"And you decided not to tell me this because?!" I ask in shock.

"Well, I thought telling you was kinda redundant. The group broke up after you were born and your Mother ran away..."

"The group?!"

"C'mon Rose, you don't even know your Mom's name and you're worried about this?"

"Oh yeah, and who's fault is that?! I can't believe you, Dad. I'm done with this conversation. God, how stupid am I?! I didn't even recognize my damn Father's face on an album and who knows elsewhere!" I begin walking up the stairs. "And how the hell do you even go from being a singer to a lawyer?!"

"I don't tolerate that language, young lady!"

" 'I don't tolerate that language young lady.' " I mock. "Whatever." I scoff, leaving the room silent.