Save It For Someone Who Cares

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Chapter 17:

Beckinsile's Point of View

"May I speak to Cadillac Blackwell?" He says in a business like tone.

"I don't know if that's the best idea after what happened back in your office." I glare at him and go to close the door but he puts his foot in before I get the chance.

"I need to speak with her; I have some things that I need to say."

"You've had your chance on multiple occasions, like when she showed up at your office once a week, every week for months." I snap which surprises him.

"I know but I wasn't ready then."

"What makes you think she wants to talk to you now? I mean if you said all those things to me, I'd never want to see you again." I cross my arms and stare at him.

"I'm her father; I think she'll want to talk to me." Mr. Blackwell glares at me and marches towards the living room.

"Why'd you never admit that before? I'm sure you've known it since the first time she came to talk to you." I can feel the bitterness in my tone.

"After what you and she said today it made me realize that not acknowledging her was the dumbest thing I've ever done. She's my own flesh and blood and I should never have taken that for granted. I don't know why exactly I was avoiding the fact that she's my daughter but I never should have."

"You were preserving your reputation. I'm sure a blue haired street kid doesn't exactly fit in with your reputation."

"I don't care about my reputation right now. I care about talking to my daughter." He pushes past me and I race after him into the living room.

Cadillac's jaw drops the same way mine did and tears fill her green eyes. She wipes them away with her bandage free arm and then glares at him.

"Are you here to make fun of me or something?" She snaps and then mutes the TV.

"No, I want to talk to you..." Mr. Blackwell's voice becomes a little choked up.

"Why would you want to talk to a gold digging slut?" Cadillac's voice is full of complete anger and disgust.

"You're my daughter; I need to talk to about what's happened between us..." If I'm not mistaken, I believe I see a stray tear rolling down Mr. Blackwell's cheek.

"There's nothing to talk about. You left my mother and I for your one night stand and then don't even bother to help us out when it's your fault we're in poverty in the first place."

"I know and I'm truly sorry about that. I don't even know what happened to me back then. I was an idiot."

"Oh you were more than that," Cadillac scoffs. "You've felt no remorse for the last seventeen years about what you did to us. You are more than an idiot; you are a soulless devil and don't even tell me that you felt guilty because if you did, you would've sent child support or something but you didn't. You raised your new kid and lived life with your new wife and completely forgot about us. I'm disgusted with you."

"As well you should be. What I did to you and your mother is unforgivable and I'll spend the rest of my life regretting it."

"Yeah, with your perfect wife, daughter and endless piles of money; I'm sure you'll be regretting lots." Cadillac rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.

"Cadillac,"

"No, save it for someone who cares. Don't you find it ironic that your new wife came into the picture right as your trust fund was about to become available because I see that as more than a coincidence." Cadillac stares at the noiseless TV blankly.

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