“You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks or even months over analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened…or you can leave the pieces on the floor and move on.”
- Tupac
It’s been a long couple of days; we’ve already loaded up our old pickup truck, and started our drive to North Carolina. I haven’t said a word to hunter since he told me about dad. How could he think its ok to move in with the man who abandoned us? It’s taken me years to try to get over the fact that he’s gone and now he’s casually just walking back into our life. As much as I wish I didn’t feel this way, I hate hm. He’s the reason we lost our mother, he’s the reason were all by ourselves and now he thinks he were all going to be a family and welcome him into our life with open arms? Well he is sadly mistaken. I don’t want anything to do with him, as far as I’m concerned he is no longer my father.
I looked out the slightly tinted window of my brothers truck and admired the scenery. You could actually see the sky. There wasn’t a grey fog from all the pollution; the air was fresh and breathable. The hot sun shone through the window and reflected off the screen of the iPhone I had been saving up for. I put my feet up on the dash and shut my eyes as music from my phone echoed in my ears. We’ve been on the road for three days and Hunter informed us we’d be there in an hour or two.
After about an hour and a half we arrived. The house was beautiful with balconies popping out of rooms and two 3 door garages. The landscaping was perfect with luscious green grass and flowers of all different colours. As hunter pulled up into the prestigious driveway the man I haven’t seen in 8 years walks out of the door with a smile on his face. Attached to his arm was some blonde woman In a dress that was way too tight and short. Hunter turned off the car and took the keys out of the ignition.
“Are you ready? “He asked quietly
“No” I said with pleading eyes wanting him to take me back home
“Well you’re going to have to be.” He said harshly.
“In three we’re going to open up the doors ok?” he said “Spence, you count.”
In a hushed tone Spencer quickly let out a 123 and we all flung our doors open making us look quite eager.
I went to the back of the truck and grabbed mine suitcase and Spencers. Spencer held onto my arm as we walked up to my father.
“Hi Carson, hi Spencer, I’ve missed you both so much. How have you been?” he said with a huge smile on his face.
Spencer didn’t say anything and in that moment I realized how weird this must have been for her. She was only a toddler when dad left so the person standing in front of her was a complete stranger. I knew she was to scared to say anything so I spoke up
“Alright.” I shortly replied not really caring to carry on the conversation.
“Here let me take those inside for you.” He said motioning to my bag and Spencers.
“I’ve got it.” I said shooting daggers at him
“You always have been independent.” He said with a proud smile
“As independent as a seven year old can be”
His smile faded when he heard those words but he quickly regained his composure.
“Let me show you to your rooms then.” He said as he walked into the house.
My jaw dropped as I admired the beautiful grand staircase, high ceiling and marble floor. I didn’t even know houses like this existed, other than in movies. I put down Spencers suitcase and moved my head to look around. That’s when my dad turned his attention back at me
