A lot of people didn't know the story that I told Malia today. Really it was only Grayson and Ryder but they literally know everything about me and the same thing with them. There weren't any secrets between us since we were all we have had since meeting each other. Malia has the power to make even the worst situations seem like they weren’t that bad. Now that I look back on everything I realize it could have been worse. Did it suck that my dad basically beat me into the ground for three years until Jason became a waste of space? Of course it fucking sucks but it was in the past.
To this day my parents and I didn't talk that much. Other than the usual greetings of hi and bye that was really it. When Jason got hurt and lost his career my parents became withdrawn and bent to his every will. I told myself I would never ever get as low as Jason has been and still was. Now that I was older I could see why he was upset. Hell I would be too for a little while but there was nothing stopping him from being a coach or something else to do with the game. Was it the same as being on the field? Hell no but it was still better than wasting your life at the bottom of the bottle and on my parents couch.
“Ash you okay?” Ryder walked in my room asking.
“Yeah actually I am. All of the events that took place today made me realize I will always strive to be great even if my football career goes to shit. Without you guys and Malia I don’t know where I would be honestly. To have you guys as my support system is one of the best things I could ever ask for.” Jesus Christ I feel like a fucking school girl spewing my feelings and shit.
“Hey Gray! I think Ash needs a reminder that we aren’t going anywhere,” he yelled and I had no idea what that meant until he and Grayson jumped on the bed that I was peacefully laying on and almost knocked me off of it.
“Grayson you giant bastard get the fuck off me!” I yelled without any heat behind it.
“Oh shut the fuck up and let us give you a brotherly hug that you apparently need since you are confessing feelings and shit.” This caused Grayson to actually smile for once instead of just smirking like usual. After this we went downstairs to the game room and waited for Malia to get back hopefully with the answers she was looking for.
32.
Sweet Girl
Malia
I feel like someone was going to jump out from the closet and tell me this was all one big prank. In all my life I didn’t think I would ever meet my mother. I always knew her as a deadbeat mother who could give a shit less about her daughter. Turns out she has been right under my nose this whole time I have been in this new fucking shit hole of a town.
There were so many thoughts running through my head at the moment. I knew it wasn’t rational to be mad at the guys but some part of me was upset that Ryder didn’t come to me first. He should have woken me up as soon as he found it. There was also the whole issue of the girl that has been bullying me since the first day was my half-sister. I wonder if she knew about this. Maybe that was why she was such a nasty bitch to me all the time. All the makeup in the world couldn’t make her pretty with how ugly she was on the inside. God damn it!
Running my hands through my hair I was pacing my bedroom floor. Yes, my actual bedroom floor in my dad's house if you could even call it that. I needed some space from the guys so I could think about this more clearly. When I walked in the door I expected to see him passed out on the couch with a bottle next to him. Instead the house didn’t reek of alcohol and it was spotless. This just added to my fucking confusion. When did my dad get sober? I guess these meetings have been helping him more than I thought.
“Fucking motherfucker!!” I yelled at nothing and no one. This anger needs to go somewhere before I do something I regret so I shove everything off my dresser onto the floor and it hits the floor with a satisfying thud. I don’t have much except for a wall so that took a beating from my fists. I was breathing heavily when the door opened and my dad's face appeared.
“Malia what is the problem? Why do you look like you want to murder someone?” he asked quietly like he was talking to a feral animal.
“Did you know she was here? Here this whole fucking time we have been living here?” I shouted at him barely containing the tears.
“Who are you talking about, sweet girl?” he asked and the cute name he has never bothered with before almost breaks me.
Shoving my birth certificate in his face, “This woman who is on my birth certificate! Did you fucking know?” I begged him to tell me no but by the look on his face I knew it would be a lie.
He breathed out a sigh and said, “I did but she is not who I fell for before we had you, Malia. She is just this walking, talking, work machine now. There is nothing left of the woman I used to know. I am sorry I didn’t tell you but I am not sorry you don’t know her. We are both better off without her,” he said as if this was his choice to make.
Glass
