The Kiss that Sparked it All

“Pollock, there’s been a bit of a hiccup at home, and my dad is kind of in a foul mood, so he might come off a bit cold. Don’t take it to heart, okay?”

Pollock stopped in his tracks, shooting Sheila a disdainful glance. His once gentle and doting demeanor was gone, replaced by indifference, as he coldly stated

“Ms. Mendoza, you’re reading too much into this. Why would I be upset with your dad? You should hurry back and be with your parents!

Sheila was hit hard by this: “Are you saying you don’t want to deal with me anymore?

Pollock, with a stony face, replied. “We ain’t blood related, so why make a fuss about dealing or not dealing with each other? Move aside, I’ve got stuff to dor

Sheila was now panicking, cautiously probing. “What about my leading role?”

I’ve seen some of your previous work, your acting is so–so, and your lines ain’t

walk away! You promised me the leading role; how could you go back on

away indifferently, saying, “If your mom hadn’t lied to me from the get–go, saying you were my daughter, I wouldn’t have promised you the leading role out

that, Sheila lost her only lifeline.

this

now that he’s saying he didn’t need her anymore, how

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she can accept this outcome. So, Sheila looked around to make sure no one’s

she said to keep Arnold calm, you can’t just believe her so easily! We even had a paternity test, you can’t forget

frowned, glancing around nervously, afraid of being seen in this situation.

“Dad, you’re my real dad. If you don’t acknowledge me as your daughter, I’m not getting

helplessly said, “You! Okay, okay, get up,