The Beautiful Thief (blossick)

Part sixteen

Authors POV

"Show is what?" Brent asked as he looked very annoyed

"Blossom. Are you hiding something?" Her father asked as he walked closer to her.

Blossom looked down and nodded.

"How long?!" Brent demanded an answer as he walked closer to Blossom. Having hurt in his eyes.

Blossom didn't looked at him.

"Blossom! How long?" He asked as his arms were on her shoulders

She finally looked up but didn't say anything she just started walking.

Brent and the rest followed her to a wall she stared at. She moved a painting to show a key pad and typed her code in.

The wall moved having Brent and their father in awe.

And the Jojo brothers.

"What is this?" Brent asked as he looked around to see all her stuff.

Then he saw it.

"Your Hood." He said as pictures of her with people that she gave the money too were on the desk.

He can now see the resemblance to her and hood.

Blossom nodded but continued walking to another part of the lair.

This time Bubbles and Buttercup were confused.

"But here's the reason why I became her..." she whispered loud enough for all of them to hear.

She went to a corner and pulled on the wall as it opened.

It was a hidden shelf of pictures of men and women that had a red string connecting to one picture.

Their Mother...

Brent was shocked as he stepped closer to get a better look.

His hand cover his mouth as he recognized the picture. He looked at her as if she was crazy

Their father on the other hand was silent looking at the pictures.

Everyone else gasped as they saw the sight.

Their father walked closer to the shelf and extended his arm.

His hand slowly stroked the picture of his wife and a tear fell off of his eye.

He looked down and bit his lips closing his eyes and shaking his head as if he was trying not to talk.

But it was to late.

He looked up at his daughter as stopped stroking the picture.

"Dad what are you doing?" Brent asked as he was confused.

Blossom just stood their quiet not looking in either Brent and her dad's eyes.

Brick soon came closer as he saw the pain in Blossom's expression.

Brent looked at his as if he was ready to attack.

But Brent's attention changed when his father looked at him then Blossom.

That gave Brick enough time to quickly grab Blossom's hand and hold it. Blossom squeezed his hand not caring that she was mad at him.

She soon looked up to see her dad staring at her.

"How long did you know?"