Post by Syn Madison-Jones on Nov 1, 2009 4:09:11 GMT -5
Syn turned around ready to give a blistering set down to the older guy flirting with her, but her words died in her throat and she turned pale as the very man she had flown to Los Angeles was standing right next to her. "You're Maddog Madison!" she said and immediately felt like an idiot. "Well of course you know that.... but I came here to meet you. I am Lily Jones daughter. I have been waiting my whole life to meet you."
The smile on Maddog's face dropped instantly when the girl opened her mouth. His flight had been terrible and he was missing his only son yet the day could not have gotten any worse. Until this.
Maddog had past indiscretions the size of Texas but so far, nothing had ever cropped up. Nothing as big as this. Then again, this girl was probably joking. Maybe she was just star-struck. He didn't even know who Lily Jones was.
The smile came back and he chuckled, albeit nervously. "Girl I don't know what you're talking about. I don't even know who Lily Jones is. Which paper are you with?"
Syn's face went from cautious to bitter. "God, how many women have you fucked anyway... Can't even remember their names. That's disgusting. I am not with a paper, but I have a paper I can show you” and pulled an envelope from her pocket, handing it to him. Within was a birth certificate naming Maddog as the father of Hyacinth Daniella Jones.
Looking at the girl in utter disbelief as he took the envelope from her, Maddog seriously considered the fact that she might be right about this. He sighed and took the birth certificate out of the envelope and scanned through it and found his name.
"You do realize that a lot of women would want to name me as the father of their children, right?" He asked without a hint of arrogance in his tone. Being a man with status was a blessing and a curse. He had taken upon himself to never trust a woman who was interested in him because the money and the fame was what attracted these women to him. Jaded. That was what he was. A jaded star.
"And how do I even know this thing is legitimate? What with Photoshop and whatnot, this could have just been printed from your Barbie doll printer."
If looks could have killed Maddog would have been lifeless on the airport floor. "I never had Barbie dolls not that you give a rats ass how I grew up. There are ways to check these things, unless you have had your head so far up your ass with drugs and groupies that you don't keep up with these things. It's called DNA testing and I am willing to do it to prove my claim. Not that I am terribly proud at the moment that my father is a pompous windbag," she blurted out. As she railed at him she looked so much like Dare when he got on a soapbox about the environment that it was frightening.
Well, she certainly had his sass. If she really was his daughter, she would be so doted upon by him.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that, little miss independent." Maddog hissed angrily. The truth was, he was starting to think that maybe she was his daughter. Hell, a hundred other girls could have been his daughters.
"And if you don't think so highly of me, why do you want so much to prove that I AM your father? You want money? Huh? I can write you a check right now for whatever amount you want." He said, making a grab at his bag to get his checkbook out.
"I don't want your money, I want a father, though I am not sure you are capable of that. I want to have had a normal life up till now one where every moment I am not reminded that I was born of sin therefore I have to be perfect or I will burn even hotter in hell than the other sinners," Syn yelled, looking like she wanted to cry, but she would never give him the satisfaction.
The girl's biblical theatrics were drawing up a crowd and some had looks of disapproval. Maddog was reminded of why being in the spotlight was a curse for him. Everything he did out of pleasure would be put under microscopic scrutiny and every little thing he did was going to be sensationalized and publicized. This right here, this one was for the books.
"Lower your voice. This is a public place. You're humiliating yourself more than me," it wasn't true but Maddog was not going to let it get to him. "And you got some nerve talking about being born out of sin when your mouth is as potty as a crapper." He tried to calm himself down as he slipped the birth certificate back into the envelope and handing it to Syn.
He found his bag and yanked it off the conveyor belt. He took a deep breath before turning to his alleged daughter. "You have logistics planned or did you not think this through and expect me to sweep you off your feet and bring you to my place?"
"I will find something, there is always the beach," Syn said grabbing her own bags one of which was a flute case. She meant it when she said she didn't want his money. She hadn't had a home for almost a year now and she looked it, her clothes were ragged and not very clean, though she tried to clean them when she could. "Since I am going to hell anyway, I can always pimp myself out. Even Jesus' girlfriend was a hooker."
Maddog felt a tug in his heart when she grabbed her bags and one small instrument case. Her words did no favors to the feeling he had. He knew he was going to regret his next actions but he could not let a girl wander the streets alone. Especially not when she might be his flesh and blood.
Her last words made him laugh unintentionally. It wasn't what she said, more like how she said it. He would have said something to that effect if the roles were reversed. "You're too tiny and skinny to pimp yourself out in LA, little girl. You're going home with me and I'm not taking no for an answer." He took some of the bags she was struggling with. "And you can't say no because I have your bags. How the hell did you get here in the first place? Where's your mother?"
"It's Tuesday, that means she is cleaning the rectory and praying she will be forgiven for giving birth to demon spawn... Oh yes that is you by the way... A Demon. She doesn't feel any honor for carrying your polluted seed. "I thought you didn't want anything to do with me either. Believe me there isn't anything worth selling in my bags, so you should just give them back.
"Do you think I need more mon- wait...rectory? Your mother's a nun?" Maddog walked to the entrance with Syn's bags, an amused grin on his face. "Who IS your mother? I don't think I would have...no...and yes, very clever. Demon spawn is you and the demon is me. Quite clever." Maddog was starting to get really irritated by the girl.
"Hey if she didn't feel any honor for...having my baby, she wouldn't have had sex with me alright? Because I don't force myself on to people, you got that clear, blondie?" He said scathingly.
A camo green Jeep stopped in front of Maddog and an immaculately dressed man stepped out of the driver's seat before grabbing the bags from Maddog. One look at Syn, the man asked Maddog if he was to get her things as well. Maddog turned to Syn. "I never said I didn't want anything to do with you. Now are you coming with me or do you really expect me to carry you up in there, tiny thing like you."
Syn eyed the man to see if he would really do as he had threatened. "Fine," she said angrily. "Just don't touch me!" And she climbed inside settling herself in a corner with an angry flounce.
"Wouldn't dream of it pixie stick." Maddog chuckled as they all loaded into the car and drove off home. Dare was definitely going to be surprised
Syn rolled her eyes and gazed out the window as they headed downtown. Though she refused to show it, her heart ached from finding out her mother hadn't lied. Her father really didn't want her even though out of some sort of guilt he was taking her in at least until he was sure who she was. She was not eager to meet the half-brother she had read about. He was one of those too good to be true kids, but then he had a parent who loved him and took care of him. She didn't even have any idea what that might feel like.
The smile on Maddog's face dropped instantly when the girl opened her mouth. His flight had been terrible and he was missing his only son yet the day could not have gotten any worse. Until this.
Maddog had past indiscretions the size of Texas but so far, nothing had ever cropped up. Nothing as big as this. Then again, this girl was probably joking. Maybe she was just star-struck. He didn't even know who Lily Jones was.
The smile came back and he chuckled, albeit nervously. "Girl I don't know what you're talking about. I don't even know who Lily Jones is. Which paper are you with?"
Syn's face went from cautious to bitter. "God, how many women have you fucked anyway... Can't even remember their names. That's disgusting. I am not with a paper, but I have a paper I can show you” and pulled an envelope from her pocket, handing it to him. Within was a birth certificate naming Maddog as the father of Hyacinth Daniella Jones.
Looking at the girl in utter disbelief as he took the envelope from her, Maddog seriously considered the fact that she might be right about this. He sighed and took the birth certificate out of the envelope and scanned through it and found his name.
"You do realize that a lot of women would want to name me as the father of their children, right?" He asked without a hint of arrogance in his tone. Being a man with status was a blessing and a curse. He had taken upon himself to never trust a woman who was interested in him because the money and the fame was what attracted these women to him. Jaded. That was what he was. A jaded star.
"And how do I even know this thing is legitimate? What with Photoshop and whatnot, this could have just been printed from your Barbie doll printer."
If looks could have killed Maddog would have been lifeless on the airport floor. "I never had Barbie dolls not that you give a rats ass how I grew up. There are ways to check these things, unless you have had your head so far up your ass with drugs and groupies that you don't keep up with these things. It's called DNA testing and I am willing to do it to prove my claim. Not that I am terribly proud at the moment that my father is a pompous windbag," she blurted out. As she railed at him she looked so much like Dare when he got on a soapbox about the environment that it was frightening.
Well, she certainly had his sass. If she really was his daughter, she would be so doted upon by him.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that, little miss independent." Maddog hissed angrily. The truth was, he was starting to think that maybe she was his daughter. Hell, a hundred other girls could have been his daughters.
"And if you don't think so highly of me, why do you want so much to prove that I AM your father? You want money? Huh? I can write you a check right now for whatever amount you want." He said, making a grab at his bag to get his checkbook out.
"I don't want your money, I want a father, though I am not sure you are capable of that. I want to have had a normal life up till now one where every moment I am not reminded that I was born of sin therefore I have to be perfect or I will burn even hotter in hell than the other sinners," Syn yelled, looking like she wanted to cry, but she would never give him the satisfaction.
The girl's biblical theatrics were drawing up a crowd and some had looks of disapproval. Maddog was reminded of why being in the spotlight was a curse for him. Everything he did out of pleasure would be put under microscopic scrutiny and every little thing he did was going to be sensationalized and publicized. This right here, this one was for the books.
"Lower your voice. This is a public place. You're humiliating yourself more than me," it wasn't true but Maddog was not going to let it get to him. "And you got some nerve talking about being born out of sin when your mouth is as potty as a crapper." He tried to calm himself down as he slipped the birth certificate back into the envelope and handing it to Syn.
He found his bag and yanked it off the conveyor belt. He took a deep breath before turning to his alleged daughter. "You have logistics planned or did you not think this through and expect me to sweep you off your feet and bring you to my place?"
"I will find something, there is always the beach," Syn said grabbing her own bags one of which was a flute case. She meant it when she said she didn't want his money. She hadn't had a home for almost a year now and she looked it, her clothes were ragged and not very clean, though she tried to clean them when she could. "Since I am going to hell anyway, I can always pimp myself out. Even Jesus' girlfriend was a hooker."
Maddog felt a tug in his heart when she grabbed her bags and one small instrument case. Her words did no favors to the feeling he had. He knew he was going to regret his next actions but he could not let a girl wander the streets alone. Especially not when she might be his flesh and blood.
Her last words made him laugh unintentionally. It wasn't what she said, more like how she said it. He would have said something to that effect if the roles were reversed. "You're too tiny and skinny to pimp yourself out in LA, little girl. You're going home with me and I'm not taking no for an answer." He took some of the bags she was struggling with. "And you can't say no because I have your bags. How the hell did you get here in the first place? Where's your mother?"
"It's Tuesday, that means she is cleaning the rectory and praying she will be forgiven for giving birth to demon spawn... Oh yes that is you by the way... A Demon. She doesn't feel any honor for carrying your polluted seed. "I thought you didn't want anything to do with me either. Believe me there isn't anything worth selling in my bags, so you should just give them back.
"Do you think I need more mon- wait...rectory? Your mother's a nun?" Maddog walked to the entrance with Syn's bags, an amused grin on his face. "Who IS your mother? I don't think I would have...no...and yes, very clever. Demon spawn is you and the demon is me. Quite clever." Maddog was starting to get really irritated by the girl.
"Hey if she didn't feel any honor for...having my baby, she wouldn't have had sex with me alright? Because I don't force myself on to people, you got that clear, blondie?" He said scathingly.
A camo green Jeep stopped in front of Maddog and an immaculately dressed man stepped out of the driver's seat before grabbing the bags from Maddog. One look at Syn, the man asked Maddog if he was to get her things as well. Maddog turned to Syn. "I never said I didn't want anything to do with you. Now are you coming with me or do you really expect me to carry you up in there, tiny thing like you."
Syn eyed the man to see if he would really do as he had threatened. "Fine," she said angrily. "Just don't touch me!" And she climbed inside settling herself in a corner with an angry flounce.
"Wouldn't dream of it pixie stick." Maddog chuckled as they all loaded into the car and drove off home. Dare was definitely going to be surprised
Syn rolled her eyes and gazed out the window as they headed downtown. Though she refused to show it, her heart ached from finding out her mother hadn't lied. Her father really didn't want her even though out of some sort of guilt he was taking her in at least until he was sure who she was. She was not eager to meet the half-brother she had read about. He was one of those too good to be true kids, but then he had a parent who loved him and took care of him. She didn't even have any idea what that might feel like.