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Chapter 13

Jessica was just having breakfast when Jackie came into the living room. The blonde woman looked at her, and after noticing her daughter's expression she quickly stood up.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?"

The redhead looked at her mother. The girl's eyes clearly showed how upset she was at the moment. Jessica could see that something serious had happened she just wondered what.

"Mom, I…" Jackie hesitated. Should she tell her mom? "I… I… need to lie down… I'm going to bed, okay?"

"Lie down? Honey, please tell me what's wrong! Are you sick?"

"No, I'm just… tired, that's all."

Nothing more was said between them. Jackie slowly went upstairs, her eyes never taking their gaze from her feet.

Jessica frowned. She knew something happened to her daughter, and this time it was serious. Her eyes narrowed 'What did you do, Sirilis?…' she thought to herself 'What did you do to my daughter?'

Jackie lied down on her king-sized bed. It was too much for her head. She wasn't actually a Spicer. Then what was her real last name? Or worse… was Jessica an adoptive parent too?

She turned to her side. On her bedside table was a picture of her and Raimundo, the tanned boy with his arms wrapped around her.

She felt as if she only knew Raimundo in that picture, and the girl next to him was a stranger. She didn't know that girl. All she knew about her was that her last name wasn't Spicer.

It hurt her a lot. It all meant she didn't exist and Raimundo was dating a nobody. Literally.

Jackie lied on her stomach and placed her pillow over her head. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't.

Chase watched the girl with interest from his orb. Apparently the news affected her. He knew she was near when he was talking to Wuya. He could feel her scent, her anger, her panic.

And now there she was, crying on her mattress after discovering her whole life had been a lie. He smirked.

"If you knew what expects you, Jacqueline… your name would be the least of your problems." He murmured.

Harold Spicer had already talked to him, and now he understood why his presence in Jackie's birthday party was so important. Indeed, the pale girl was in for a big surprise, one that would finally give the warlord enough power to rule and re-rule the world. And nobody would ever be able to stop him.

This time, Raimundo couldn't sleep. Not when he knew his girlfriend was suffering so much. When he took her home she was still in shock. He couldn't blame her. Finding out that you've lived sixteen years of lies was devastating. It hurt the tanned boy that he couldn't do anything to help her. He wished he knew what to do.

"Partner?" he looked at the door. Clay was there, looking at him with a hint of concern.

"Hey, Clay…" he said weakly.

"What in tarnation has been wrong wit'cha buddy? You been sleeping until late, you're not focused in practice, and now Master Fung just told us that you'll be out today."

Raimundo sighed. "Clay… you think you can keep a secret?"

"Sure, buddy, you can tell me anything, you know that."

Rai smiled sadly. "I met this girl, and I like her. We've started dating a few days ago, but she just found something out about her family and it's crushing her inside. I don't know what to do to help her."

The cowboy listened carefully and sat down next to his friend. "I din' know you had a girlfriend. Why din'cha say anythin'?"

"I promised her I wouldn't tell anything to anyone. I've already told you too much."

"Well, you can coun'on me partner. I won't tell a thin'."

"Thanks man. But what do you think I should do?"

"If you ask me, I think ya should be with her and make her feel everythin' is ok. If there's somethin' a relationship needs, it's support."

"Mm… I'll try it then. Thanks again Clay."

The larger boy placed his hand on Rai's shoulder.

"The way you talked about her showed how much you love her. She makes you happy, huh?"

"You bet. There's no girl like her."

Clay patted him on the shoulder and stood up. "I was just looking for you 'cause lunch is ready. Hope love made you hungry."

The tanned boy gave him a brighter smile. "Oh you can count on it."

Jackie heard a knock on the door.

"Yes?…" she said weakly.

The door opened slowly and Jessica Spicer entered the room.

"Honey, I'm going shopping with aunt Ana and uncle Michael. They won't be able to attend your party."

"Really? They're some of the few people in dad's family that don't underestimate me. They're my favorite uncles!" Jackie said, sitting up.

"I know, but they assured me they couldn't come. But they wanted someone to deliver their gift, so they'll send someone in their place. It's a boy that usually goes there to take care of their dogs."

"Mm…" the pale girl lied down again. "Okay then… have fun…"

"I was gonna ask you if you wanted to come, but since you said you were tired I suppose you want to stay."

"Yeah, I guess…" she said sadly.

Jessica sighed and kissed her daughter's forehead.

"I hope you'll be better when I come back."

"Thanks, mom…"

"Master Fung?"

"Yes, young monk?" the old man looked at Raimundo.

"I'll be going now, okay?"

Master Fung nodded. "Do not return too late."

"Will do!" Raimundo put on his coat and headed to the Spicer Mansion.

He arrived the huge house carefully, trying not to be seen by Jackie.

"Don't worry," Jessica Spicer said "she's been in her room the whole time."

"Did she say anything?"

"She said she was tired, but I can hear her cry whenever I walk near her room. What happened, Raimundo? Did you two have an argue or something?"

"No, we didn't fight. I…" he hesitated "I didn't know she was sad. I'll talk to her later and see what I can find out, okay?"

The blonde woman sent him a sad smile. "She really trusts you, you know. I've never seen her so alive. You're her everything."

"And I feel the same for her. I've never met such a great girl like your daughter."

"And you never will."

They smiled at each other before entering Jessica's car. The black vehicle raced into the middle of the city, taking them to the place where Jackie's uncles were waiting for them.

They stopped in the mall's park, and two old people approached them. The woman was short and slim, but her brown hair remained in it's color, no hint of hair dye or grey hairs. Her light blue eyes scanned Raimundo's body from head to toe, analyzing every single detail.

"So, Jessica, this is the boy?"

"Yup, this is him. The boy my daughter's in love with."

"I imagined him… taller and stronger." The man said. He was tall, yes, but just a few inches taller than Raimundo. He, unlike his wife, had grey hair, all of his once black hair gone, and a fat grey mustache over his upper lip. His dark brown eyes, too, were scanning the tanned boy's body.

His sentence pissed Raimundo off.

"Hey, I'm strong! I can kick anybody's sorry ass, including yours!"

The three adults stared wide-eyed at the teen.

"Jessica, your daughter is dating a beast!…" the woman said. "…I like it! Do me a favor, kid, after you kick Michael's sorry butt could you kick Harold's for me? I would do it myself, but unfortunately I won't be able to be present at my niece's party."

"Oh shut it Ana, he wouldn't let you approach him." The man said, annoyed.

"Not now that I have this!" she took a gun out of her bag and waved it in the air. "With this baby I can kick anyone's butt. And that includes you, Michael de la Silva! Few are the times I don't feel like shooting you right on the head!"

Raimundo started to back away. "Do you carry that everywhere you go?"

"Of course I do! Can you believe that I got this beauty at the Chinese store for 99 cents?"

Raimundo was confused. Who would be dumb enough to sell a gun for 99 cents?

"And… is it loaded?"

"You bet it is!" she pointed the gun to her husband's face and pulled the trigger. Water got out of the gun and reached it's target. Once again, the two old people started arguing: Michael yelled about how the water ruined his mustache and Ana yelled at him to stop being such a pussy.

Raimundo had to cover his mouth so as not to laugh. The crazy duo looked at him.

"Oh you think this is funny, wise guy? Well clean that smile from your face, because you're about to face the biggest nightmare of your life!"

"Yeah, shopping with us until we find a suit that looks good on you!" the woman said with a wicked smirk. Raimundo gulped. Something told him he wasn't gonna like it.

And that something was right. Michael and Ana made him try on every suit in every store, even the ones they knew that would look awful on him, just for fun.

Finally, they found a suit. A dark blue suit with a white shirt, a black tie and black shoes. Raimundo looked great in it, he looked like a powerful business man. He couldn't wait until Jackie saw him. She would definitely be marveled.

Jessica paid the suit and the young girl folded it neatly, placing it in a bag and handing it to Raimundo.

The tanned boy was happy now. He had the suit and was ready to leave. But Jackie's uncles stopped him.

"Where do you think you're going, young man?" Michael asked.

"Well, I've got the suit, so we're doing nothing more here, right?"

They smiled at him.

"You wish, kid." Ana replied. "There is still one store left."

"B-but… I've got a suit, why do we need to buy more?"

"Oh, we're not buying more, we're just gonna make you try some more on because we love torturing you and pissing off people that try to sell them to us." The woman said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Raimundo sighed. "Well, if it's the last store…"

Uncle Michael opened the door. "After you, Raimundo Pedrosa."

The last session of torture was finally over, and the group was walking back to the park. The crazy duo remembered Raimundo about what he had to say to Harold.

"Okay, let us review. You are going to the party in our place cuz you're a boy that works for us and the only one available to come. We couldn't go because we have a lot of business problems to take care of."

"Or you could say we didn't go because we didn't want to see Harold's horrendous face again, that could do to." Ana suggested. Raimundo thought about it for a moment.

"Tempting, but I think I'll stay with the first option."

"Good, that way I won't miss a thing when I tell him." She said.

Ignoring his wife, Michael kept on. He handed Raimundo a present.

"This is our gift to Jackie. Tell her she better like it, or else we trade it."

"Sure thing."

"And don't forget to give her a kiss and a kick on his father's fat ass for me." She short woman said.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it." He assured, laughing.

Jessica and Rai waved at the two as they left. He had to admit, Jackie's uncles scared him a little at the start, but they turned out to be very nice people.

Raimundo got out of the car.

"Thanks for the ride, Mrs. Spicer. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, and don't you forget the suit, mister!"

"Yes, mahm!" He said with a smile and waved her goodbye. He entered the temple, anxious to show Dojo and Master Fung his new suit.

Jessica arrived home. It had been a long day, but it was worth it. Now all she wanted was to spend a little quality time with her daughter.

The blonde woman entered the house and went upstairs, not bothering to take off her high heel shoes.

She knocked on the door.

"Yeah?"

"Jackie, how are you feeling, honey?"

"Better, I guess…"

"Are you hungry, sweetie? Want me to make you something to eat? How about a huge plate of pancakes?"

"Okay…"

"Good, I'll call you when it's ready." She said and headed downstairs.

She had the flour and the eggs ready when she heard someone knocking on the front door.

"Coming!" she stopped what she was doing and walked towards the door. But when she opened it… she turned pale.

"Hello, Jessica."

"Jackie, come down!"

The pale girl stood up at hearing her mother's voice calling for her. 'Wow, that was fast.' She thought.

She reached the bottom of the stairs and noticed her mother sitting on a chair in the living room, looking as if she had seen a ghost.

"Mom, what's going on?"

Jessica looked at her, but didn't respond. Her eyes showed fear, as if answering her daughter's question was an act of suicide.

Jackie entered the room and stopped. There was a man on the couch, holding a glass of wine in those thick fingers of his. He stood up and turned to the girl.

Her heart stopped. She could recognize him anywhere. His short and fat body, covered in a black suit, his huge, badly shaved chin, his short black hair neatly combed, and those malefic brown eyes.

"Hello, Jackie."

"F…Father…"