Mr. Clarke - COMPLETE

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"Is that him." Xavier asks from next to me but all I can do is stare at the screen of my computer.

I have no words as I look at the man posing in front of a tall building. His tall, dark frame covered in a navy suite with his arms crossed over his chest. He's bald. For some reason, that's how I pictured him. The man is clean shaved with an intimidating expression on his face as he looks at the camera.  

The building behind him says J Corp. Probably because his last name is Jackson. The more I look at the man on the screen, the more of myself I see.

My father.

We have the same eyes. His skin is darker than mine by several shades and yet we look so much alike.

I fucking hate it.

I had asked Xavier to look up a Thomas Jackson since he's a tech geek and I couldn't find any information on him. Which was surprising since apparently he's a very successful business man here in California. It's like he was trying to keep his identity a secret. Like he didn't want anyone to find him.

Like he didn't want my mother to find him.

"I think so." I whisper to myself as I use my finger to graze his face through the screen. It's almost too much to handle.

I have never met or seen my father in all the eighteen years I've been alive and now that I see him, I'm not sure what I want to do.

My plan was to track him down and demand an explanation as to why he left us. Ask why he kept dragging my mother around like a rag doll as she hopelessly waits for his return.

He looks old. Much older than my mother. Maybe in his late forties or early fifties? The melanin is doing him justice but I can still see the age in his eyes.

"So this is your father, huh?" Javier takes my laptop from me to look at the man himself. He scoffs and turns the laptop back to me. "Fuck that man. He's an ass for leaving you and your mother."

I couldn't agree more. I hate this man more that I hate my own mother who raised me. Well at least she tried to. But she was still there. He wasn't.

I'm so entranced with the screen but I don't feel the small body pushing into my side and arms wrapping around me.

"Hey girl!" I hear Mila squeal next to me.

We haven't talked to each other for weeks. We would text here and there and she would ask if I wanted to go over to her place but Jax was always there so I denied every time. If I'm being completely honest, I kind of forgotten about her. We grew so far apart this year and I didn't find it anywhere in me to care. Her love for her jackass of a boyfriend is so strong and blind that she never once cared or saw just how uncomfortable I was around him.

"Hi." I smile at her and go back to looking at my father.

Mila whistles and snatches my laptop from me to get a closer look.

"Now who is this man?" I nearly gag when I see Mila making sexy eyes at my father who is also a jackass.

I guess she has a type.