Faya Love Story

Hello Mr....Clutterbucket?

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A man with dirty blonde hair and a beard appeared in the doorway. He looked kind of familiar.

C:Can i help you sir?

?:yes im here to see my daughter

C:what's your name?

K:Kermit Clutterbucket

M:d-d-d dad?

K:hey Maya

This Chapter

Maya looked at her dad in disbelieve. The man that abandoned her, left her to be taken care of by her mother. The guy that decided to start another family without her, forgetting that she even existed was standing right in front of her. She couldn't believe how different he looked from when she was 5. No words came to her. Well actually many words did, just not words that were appropriate to say. But questions ran through her as fast as headlines on the news. 

Why did you leave?

Why weren't mom and i good enough?

Why are you back?

What are you doing here?

How the heck did you find us?

So many more. I didn't know where to begin, and me being totally paralyzed didn't' help matters.

Mom looked like a mix of confusion, hate, anger and many others. I think she too was puzzled. Everyone in the room seemed to have frozen in time. My dad looked at all of us, but his glance immediately returned to me. I didn't know what was going on, i don't think he did either. What was he expecting? Me to run into his arms and say "Dad i missed you!" or "it's good to see you again!" NO! 

I felt something grab my hand slowly. It broke me out of my trance. I looked down to see Farkle holding my hand. The look he gave was concerning and protective. I looked at him with sadness in my eyes.

I whispered into his ear

"Don't let go"

He whispered back

"I won't, i'm here"

Your hands intertwined, it would've been more romantic if my dad was looking at me, or even here really.

Finally i gathered up all the courage i had and started to slowly walk toward my dad. Mr Matthews was still near the door holding it open. He had that "oh no something is going to happen look". I blinked at the door and him, he got the message. 

I turned to Farkle.

I whispered so it was barley audible.

"Stand behind me, i don't know how this will end"

He got closer, holding my hand firmly. I knew that he needed to be behind me, in case i started to lunge for my dad. I stepped one step closer before looking at my dad and speaking.

"What are you doing here?" but not in an accusing tone, with some concern.

"I got your letter, I wanted to do this in person".