I've never liked trains. So being on one for several days wasn't exactly my idea of fun. Then again, not much is fun to me anymore. Not since mom died anyway.
The train pulled into the final station around six. I grabbed my bags and stepped down onto the busy platform. Looking around, I don't see my father Billy, anywhere in sight. The platform quickly clears off and I am left standing alone.
I set my suitcase and duffel bag down, listening to the train pull away from the platform. It screeches, moving slowly. Looking around once more I still see no sign of Billy. I pick up my things and walk to a bench where I sit with a sigh.
I haven't seen my father since I was three, so I don't really remember him. He left my mom and I the day before my fourth birthday. Just walked out and left. Mom didn't like to talk about him so I never really asked. When I did ask, she wouldn't answer my questions or told me she didn't know the answers. I have only one picture of my father, and it was taken the day I was born. In the photograph, my father is holding me and smiling. He has on a long, dark trench coat and a hat that shadows his face. His hair is dark and he's grown a stubbly beard and mustache.
I glance at my phone to see if I've gotten anything from Billy. There's nothing so I fish the letter he sent to me out of my bag. I quickly skim to the bottom of the page, reading the phone numbers Billy left for me. I dial the first number and listen to the endless ringing. I nearly hang up when someone picks up.
"This is Milly. Thank you for calling Arts of Wonder, how may I help you?"
"Um, is Billy Macintosh there?"
"No, I'm sorry miss, he left several hours ago. May I take a message?"
"Yeah, could you telk him he was supposed to pick me up today? I'm waiting for him at the train station." I sigh quietly.
"What's your name miss?"
"Kiki. Kiki Matthews." I hear several papers shuffle around.
"Would you like me to check his agenda and see if he forgot?"
"Yes please." More papers shuffle around.
"I'm sorry miss, but there's nothing here about picking up anyone today."
"Oh." My shoulders slump. "Thank you anyway."
"I'll tell him you called."
"Thank you. I doubt it will do any good though. He forgot I was coming. He doesn't even want me here."
"I'm sorry about that miss." She does sound genuinely sympathetic.
"I'm used to it." I mutter.
"Goodnight miss."
"Bye." I mutter, hanging up my phone. I look absently around the station. Its completely empty.
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Kiki Matthews
RandomAfter losing her mother in a tragic house-fire, Kiki must move in with her father, who abandoned her when she was very young. Two strangers seperated and reunited with tragedies. Kiki knows nothing of her father except what her mother told her and t...
