The funeral had ended moments ago and Angela watched as her father walked up to the front of the church to say good bye to his daughter. Quietly Angela got out of her seat and snuck to the back of the church with John and Jake, only sitting when they realized they were out of view.
"What is he doing here?" Angela whispered to Jake looking over to the tall, brown haired, hazel eyed man who leaned over and cried at the sight of Isabel's lifeless form.
"I don't know. I didn't even know he knew she passed away." Jake whispered back looking at him too.
"Look I don't care what you do, but get him out of here; I don't want to talk to him." Angela said her voice growing with anger.
"alright." Jake said as he walked up to the man and said his hello as John and Angela watched from the back.
"Jeremiah." Jake said taking the man's hand. "How are you?"
"Considering the occasion, I'm doing well, and yourself?" Jeremiah answered taking his hand and giving it a shake.
"I'm doing alright, a little upset that my good friend has passed on, but better knowing she's with the lord." Jake said smiling taking a quick glance back at John and Angela.
"I don't think she's in heaven, she's a suicide, she jumped off of the building, if anything my little girl is burning in hell." He spoke softly looking down at the body once more.
"So you know how she died?" Jake questioned stunned at the man's reaction.
"Well yes, all of L.A. knows, her suicide was in the paper and my other good for nothing daughter didn't even tell me." he said his voice raising.
Angela's fists clenched up at what her father had just said about her. She looked around the chapel and saw that only the four of them remained, silently thanking god no one else was around to hear this. John covered his hand in Angela's and shook his head when she looked up at him, he mentally told her not to let it bother her.
Ever since she had accepted her gift John and her became better at talking, most of the time words weren't even needed, just a simple thought and the other could read it. Angela rested her head on John's chest and listened to what her father continued to say, she was too far for him to see her, but close enough to hear what was being said. Angela knew she and her father had had problems, but she never would have thought he'd seen her as good for nothing, but than again it wasn't unusual.
Jake looked over to Angela and forced a smile to make her feel better about what this man had just said.
"well I better go, I've got things to do, if you ever find Angela tell her her sister is dead, but don't tell her I came." Jeremiah said moving towards the side door to leave. "Little brat will never live this down." He mumbled as he left.
Did this man really think Angela was too busy with work to attend her own twin's funeral? Unbelievable. Angela and John got out of the seats they sat in, said goodbye to Jake and walked out of the chapel.
20 minutes later they arrived at a little diner and ordered some food. Sitting in a booth in the corner, John finally verbalized his thought's knowing Angela was too busy blowing off steam in her mind to read his.
"So what's the deal with your father?" he chose his words carefully and looked Angela in the eyes.
"When we were younger Isabel had always been his favorite, she was the first born and he got to name her, I was more of the second wheel to my dad's already perfect unicycle." Angela began to explain her childhood to John. "He just saw me as the two for one deal, I was free. I don't know why, but he never really liked me, my mom barely liked me. So I became sort of rebellious at the age of 9, I did things they told me not to do; I watched and said things I wasn't supposed to. He only treated me nice come Sundays for church. "Angela said as the drinks arrived.
"When Isabel was around she treated me like her equal, there were actually times she'd stick up for me, but no matter what she said it never got through to them. We would hang out together and as long as Isabel showed she was happy they let us stay together. Now I'm not saying my parents hated me, they just liked Isabel more." She said seeing the look in John's eyes.
"Well, when Isabel began to talk about the things she saw my parents blamed me, saying it was the things I said and did that affected her, they made me feel as though it was my fault we both saw." Angela lowered her head and began to cry, trying as hard as she could to hold the tears back.
John got up from his side of the booth and sat next to Angela, holding her as she cried and continued on with her story.
"When my mom died he said I drove her crazy and killed her, Isabel tried to defend me, but I packed my things and left. I hunted down my aunt the only one who really loved me. She wasn't even my blood aunt, just a friend of my moms who was close to me. She took me in and helped me get through college and life. After coming back from the academy I said my goodbye and thanked her for all of her help and moved back to L.A. to work on the force, I had received letters from Isabel saying how much she missed me and she's the only reason I came back. Whenever Isabel was let out she came and stayed with me at my apartment, I never heard from my dad…until today." She finished and grabbed a napkin to clean her tears that ran down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry." John said and held her close.
"It's ok, you had nothing to do with it, I just had a rough childhood is all." Angela said giving him a bright smile to show him she was fine. Moments later the food arrived and they ate in silence.
After eating they went to Angela's apartment and talked, John studied the picture on a nearby desk; how he missed it earlier he didn't know. Picking it up John could see Isabel, or Angela, hugging a man that looked awfully like Jake.
"So is this a picture of Jake and Isabel?" John asked Angela, who was in her room searching for who knows what.
"Yeah, it was taken while ago, though I haven't seen Jake in a while Isabel managed to see him at times always spending time together. He was her big brother." Angela yelled from the other room then walked into the living room where John was.
"What are you going to do now? I mean since Isabel will be fine?" John asked looking at her on the couch searching through boxes of old stuff. Making his way over he noticed they were old diaries.
"I'm going to see if Izzy hid any secrets from me." she answered pulling out the diaries.
"How?" John asked watching her in confusion.
"When you asked if all of Isabel's stuff was in that box I forgot about this stuff, old diaries she wrote in growing up I kept them for her."
"Why are you going through this stuff though?" John asked picking one up and looking through it, little scribbles were written, even drawings.
"I remember Nathaniel, he looked a little too much like Isabel to be just a coincidence." Angela said opening one up and looked through it.
"Are you trying to tell me Isabel is the mother?" John asked for he second time that day.
"It's a possibility." Angela said and started to read. John opened up another journal and started to read as well, hoping to help Angela yet again through another problem.
He actually had fun helping Angela, but he didn't know why, looking at her he smiled, something about her made him feel different and he was willing to spend the rest of his life trying to figure out what that something was.
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