Their Secret Pain
Maxie Jacqueline walked into her Manhattan penthouse exhausted. She had had a long day at the office. Fashioned could be tiring at times. Dropping her purse on the table by the door, she made her way to the living room. "Hey sweetie how was school?" she asked the teenage girl sitting on the couch.
"Fine," she replied not being able to tear herself away from her pink laptop.
"God, you're just like your father," Maxie stated sitting down beside her daughter.
"And who might that be Mom?" she asked.
"Ava, we've discussed this a million times," she replied irritably. Maxie watched her daughter close her laptop turning to face her. She couldn't get over how much she looked like her father as well. Ava may have her smile, but she had her father's eyes and his unruly brown hair. God, Maxie hated fixing it when she was younger.
"I know it upsets you talk about him, but I just don't understand why you refuse to tell me anything about him."
"You know he loved orange soda," she said gesturing to the bottle of orange soda on the coffee table. Ava was defiantly her father's daughter.
"That's not significant. All I really know is that he died before you could tell him that you were pregnant with me. I don't know how he died. Hell I don't even know my own father's name," Ava yelled slamming her laptop down on the table in front of her.
"Don't use that tone with me," Maxie snapped. She paused for a minute remembering the time she said those exact words and who she said them to. She took a deep calming breath. "Ava, it hurts too much to talk about it. It's been a long day, I think I'm going to go take a hot bath" she said softly placing a kiss on the top of her daughters head. "I love you sweetheart."
Ava watched her mother walk out of the room. She did look exhausted and she felt bad for yelling at her, but she was sick and tired of her secrets. Before her mother had come home that afternoon, Ava had snooped through her mother's closet for any clues to who her father may be. The only clue she found was an old Port Charles High School yearbook. She decided to Google the school. In fact, that's what she was doing when her mother came in.
She opened her laptop up to view the information that she had found. Port Charles was closer than she thought. If she could just talk her mother into letting her visit the small port city, well it was defiantly smaller than Manhattan. It was no use, her mother would never agree to it. Wait, why did she have to ask her? She could tell her that she wanted to attend a music/drama camp. Since Ava was a little girl, she dreamed of attending Juilliard which her mother was very supportive of. She could tell her mother that she would have a better chance of getting in the school, if her mother let her go to this particular camp.
Ava headed to her bedroom to do research on different musical/drama camps. She had to have her battle strategy all planed out. She would tell her mother that she was going to camp, where in reality, she would head to Port Charles to search for more clues to her mother's past. "I'm a genius," she said to the pink walls of her room. She finished off the rest of her orange soda as she searched the internet for the info she needed