I'm really sorry for the long wait.My internet has been down for the past 2 weeks. The next update should be up soon. Please read and review.
IMPORTANT: there is a little Mark&Roger from this point on. There is not graphic scenes or anything thats not G between them, but they are a couple. Please no flames. If you dont like this stop reading
Chapter 3
Angel decided to leave early the next morning. She quietly slid out of Keith's bed, careful not to wake him. After getting dressed and grabbing her purse, she left and headed for the subway.
Angel rapped loudly on Rodger and Marks bedroom door. It was mark who emerged, wearing only boxers looking disoriented and tired. "Your back; isn't it kind of early, it is Saturday?" Mark asked yawning. "Couldn't sleep in. I decided I'd better come home. And yes, I'll still hold up the charade that I don't know what's going on between you and Roger. Does he really think I'm that stupid?" She asked flopping down on the couch. Mark continued to yawn and headed towards the kitchen to make coffee, "No, not really. He just wants to protect you. He's knows he's been a screw up as a father, and I guess he thinks this is the one think he can do that's parent like." Mark said shrugging. She nodded, Rodger was not the best father, but he did try. "I have a question for you, how do you get a guy to make it official?" She asked. Mark groaned, "I wouldn't exactly be the person to ask considering I still can't get Roger to admit it to his own daughter. I guess you better just tell him. So who's the guy?" Mark said. "I'd rather not say…" she said dropping off. " Its Keith, I knew something was going on. Be careful, you do not want to get stuck with a baby." Mark said. Angel rolled her eyes, she already knew that. It was nothing new. It was quiet for awhile. Finally about an hour later Roger came out of his room. He was fully dressed and yawning. "Morning Roger." Angel said trying to sound sweet. She was hoping he would forget about yesterdays fight. "Angel. Mark. I need some coffee and then we'll talk about yesterday." He said looking in Angel's direction. She was out of luck. She was glad Mark was there. Roger wouldn't yell at her in front of her Mark. A few minutes later Roger and Mark sat down. It was time to get down to business. "You can't skip school anymore. If I find out you skip school again, you're going to be grounded." Roger said folding his arms. "So we're only gonna talk about school and pretend what I said wasn't mentioned? Typical. And I thought you were actually going to discuss something with me for once. I'm 15 remember." Angel said standing up. "Fine we'll talk about it. What do you want me to say? TO admit I screwed up? Fine, I screwed up. Yes I was a drug addict too. And yes I did start taking again after Mimi died. And yes I barely knew you until you were 4. What else do you want from me?" Roger yelled, his face steadily getting redder. "What I want is next time for you to tell me that. What I want is to know you. To not have to ask somebody else to find out things about you; that is all I want." Angel was also yelling now. She fled the apartment fighting back tears.
She quickly sent a text message on her phone giving Keith a 911. He would know where to find her. And hour later an out of breathe Keith found Angel sitting in her Mothers old dressing room. It was easy to get in considering they had forgotten to board up the back door. They only came there if something big had happened.
Angel couldn't believe it he had done it again. By the time she got back that night Roger would probably be gone. Making some excuse for having to fly to L.A. Her mother's dressing room had been he secret hiding spot sense she had discovered it when she was ten. That was the year she had found out what her mother had worked as. Previously Mark had led her to believe she had been a dance teacher, But Roger had slipped when he was mad one night and told her. In about a day she found out from Collins that it was the building next door. And that had been it. The whole club was in shambles. It had been closed for about 10 years. A picture of Roger and her mother was still taped to the mirror from when Mimi had been there. A few costumes and a ring were all that remained from her mother. She had never mentioned the ring to anybody other that Keith for fear of what the answer would be. "Hey. You ok? You gave me a 911." Keith said walking over to her. "He blew up again. It was in front of Mark too. He won't let me know him. How does he expect he act when he won't even have a real conversation with me. It wouldn't bother me if I just didn't know my father and was raised by Mark. But the fact that he lives with us but I still don't know him is what bugs me." Angel said shrugging. "You know it's hard for him to open up. He probably thinks he'll loose you too, right after he connects with you. He's obviously still torn up over Mimi. Dad thinks it that you look so much like Mimi is what bothers him. I brought beer by the way. If you need it." Keith said coming to sit down next to Angel. Keith always made her feel better, the reason why she had called him. "I know this is off topic and probably not the time, but are we ever going to make this thing we're doing official?" Angel asked turning to look Keith in the eye. "I hadn't really thought about it. I didn't know you wanted to. If it bothers you thought sure. Do you want some beer now?" Keith asked. It wasn't the answer Angel had been hoping for, but for now it was good enough.
They spent most of night just talking and reminiscing about when they were younger. They used to go down to Province Town in the summer, her, Keith, Mark, Collins, Maureen and Joanne. Usually Roger didn't come down for more than a few days. They had spent there whole summers there. The beach was small and right in the middle of town. Angel and Keith had shared a bedroom in the attic. Those summers were Angel's fondest childhood memories. The best ones were of everybody in the ocean, Her on Marks shoulders and Keith on Collins's, jumping in the waves; Maureen and Joanne near by. Not surprising Roger was never in these memories. But they had sold the house when Angel was 12 that was the year everybody had started to drift away. She sighed, the only thing she had to remember the beach house were photos now.
