DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything from Once Upon A Time In Mexico, if I did I would have a lot more money! This is all from my own head and my imagination, if it resembles any real life incidents it was totally by accident. Any original characters are of my own creation as well…please respect that, thanks!
Sorry for the delay, here's the next chapter!
Megan was undoubtedly upset, Sands could tell that much for sure, but he didn't know why. And for him, not knowing something was enough to make him upset as well. Mateo looked over at the two as a loud silence filled the room, the chilly air was obvious to anyone. He could tell that when the two of them were both mad things could probably get ugly.
"I'm going to go watch TV in the other room…" Mateo said as he started to get up.
"Don't bother, I'm already leaving." Megan said curtly, standing up and gathering her suitcases.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Sands nearly growled. "Where do you think you're going?" He demanded.
"It means I'm leaving." She shot back with a hot temper. "Don't worry about it, it's obvious you don't worry about anything else that deals with me anyways." She added with a cold edge and drug her bags into the next room before slamming the door-so she wouldn't hear anything he had to say. Somehow she knew that her last statement would definitely make things worse, but for some reason she didn't care.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that, it's what will get you shot!" He shouted after her, forgetting that this was his daughter he was arguing with.
Sands wasn't going to let her walk out on him and think she had won. He struggled to get up, pushing Mateo away as he tried to help and felt his way to the door she had gone through, despite his pain. He slowly entered the room, anger and pain etched in his face as he shut the door behind him, he could sense Megan turn around to face him.
"What the hell was that display about?" He asked in an ominously low voice.
Megan tried to regain her composure from his threatening tone. "I don't mean anything to you and you know that!" She spat back.
"You're right. I only pay your tuition, well paid until you got your ass kicked out of school, and I pay all of your credit card charges. I ensured your safety, but that doesn't prove anything about if I care I suppose." He said coolly.
"My safety?" She asked with disbelief. "You didn't even come get me! You had me shipped on an airplane and then picked up by a total stranger!"
"I told you, there were certain complications that I had no control over." He said icily, not wanting to think back to why he was unable to do all of that.
"What was it this time? You always have some excuse. Some well thought out excuse." She hissed. "I suppose this time it was that your son needed you. A son always outweighs a daughter, even when you haven't seen her in years and she's your first child. So excuse me for interrupting your bonding time." She said coldly. "Just get on with it, forget I'm here. That shouldn't be too hard for you." She said challengingly, her eyes blazing.
Sands leaned back against the door, a smirk on his face. "So that's what this is all about. You're jealous." He said, slightly amused. "Seems someone is feeling sorry for herself." He added.
"I am not!" She replied firmly.
"See, I can understand that you think I have an excuse like always. Yeah, I'll grant you that one, so I haven't been around as much as probably should have been." He shrugged slightly.
"That's all you have to say?" She asked with disbelief. "You really don't care? You're just going to shrug it off?" She asked incredulously.
"What do you want me to do? The past is done, I can't change it and believe me, if I could I certainly would." He said, of something entirely different.
"You could have at least told me you had a son. Or introduced me as your daughter. Claim me or something or am I just a burden?" She asked with an edge.
"We're back to this again, are we? The fact that you saw a boy with me and assumed he was my son." He paused and let the words sink in and then leaned closer to her, or where he thought she was by her breathing. "I hate to say this, well really I don't, but I know you're going to hate hearing it: You're wrong this time." He said with a victorious smile.