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    Secrets – (Chapter: The Bitter Sting of the Truth)

    "No it isn’t. I refuse to accept this," Jane stated emphatically. Sam glared at her mother.

    "Tough. Besides, it isn’t for you to accept. I’ve accepted it. I did a long time ago, actually. You can catch up at your own pace. Or not, I honestly don’t care," she hissed. "We were just trying to be honest."

    "Well, we’re putting a stop to whatever the two of you think you have right here, right now," Mike announced. Brooke and Sam stared at him.

    "Excuse you? Just who the Hell do you think you are?" Brooke asked indignantly.

    "Your parents," Mike answered angrily. "And this is still my house and as long as you live here this sort of behavior will not be tolerated." Brooke shook her head.

    "I was so hoping you wouldn’t stoop to that," she sighed. "Look, screaming about this isn’t going to get us anywhere. Can’t we sit and talk about this?"

    "I don’t want to deal with this right now," Jane said upset as she exited the room.

    "Mom!" Sam called after her, hurt evident in her voice. She looked at Brooke and shook her head as tears began to flow.

    "And you Dad?" Brooke asked.

    "I’ve made myself clear. If you want to stay living here, you stop this game the two of you are playing right now," he growled.

    "Oh for God’s sake," Brooke sighed. "Who are you because you sure aren’t my Dad."

    "You are NOT gay," he spat at her as if that was enough to change her mind. "Sam maybe I can see, but not my own daughter."

    "Not in MY house, huh, Dad? Not in MY family?" Brooke mocked her father making him angrier. "I’ve got news for you; your teenage, cheerleadering, straight A, homecoming queen daughter is a card carrying, certified lesbian who is deeply in love with her stepsister. Fodder for Jerry Springer? Yes, but I don’t care. And you know something else? I’m still the same little girl you raised and had breakfast with this morning. Nothing’s changed." Mike shook his head.

    "That’s where you’re wrong," he said lowly. "Everything’s changed and if you keep this up you can get the Hell out of my house," he added before storming out of the room and leaving Sam and Brooke in his wake.

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