The harts[Unfinished]

01.

Riley and I were at topangas, like usual, messing around. She was trying to shove cake into my mouth but, I didn't want any. "No riley, stop," I laugh as she shoves the white piece of cake that was falling into pieces on my lap into my mouth. She finally puts the cake down and wipes her hands. We are giggling the entire time but, the giggles stopped when my mother walked out from the back of topangas. She looked upset, heartbroken even. "Mom, what's wrong?" I look up at her with concern.
"It...it's your father," she takes some time to answer. I crinkle my eyebrows when she says this. I hate my father. He left me, my mother everyone he should have cared about when I was four. Four. You don't do that to a four year old but, my father did and I resented him ever since.
"What about him?"
"He... he's dead," my heart dropped as my mother uttered this phrase. Dead. My father was dead. I didn't know how to respond. Was I upset? Was I mad? I didn't know. The only thing I know is that I have to get out of here. I look at my mother, who had her hand on her hip and the other holding onto the couch as if her feet were going to give in. Then I looked at riley, she looked at me. She was listening intently. She gave me a frown waiting for me to reach. I didn't know what else to do so, I ran. I ran as far as I could. "Maya! Wait," I hear my mother shout after me. She doesn't chase me down though. I know she wants to though, riley must have stopped her.
I stumbled up the stairs and into my room. I throw all the stuff off my bed onto the wall, including my laptop. I sit on my bed, curl up into a ball and start crying. I cried my eyes out.

A few hours later I had collected myself. Was I still upset? Yes, but, I wasn't crying anymore. I didn't dare go out of my room. I could not face my mother, if I was a wreck she must have been ten times worse. She loved him unlike me. I never got a chance to love him the way a daughter should love her father. "Honey?" My mom knocks on the door, slowly opens it without giving me a chance to respond. I look up with my eyes all puffy and red. "Can I come in?" I nod and move over so she can sit on the bed alongside of me. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be? I didn't know him," I say being the strong one so my mother doesn't have too. This is how it always was especially when my father first left.
"He was your father," she states. I shrugged when she said this. He was not my father. Maybe he had a part in me being born but, that was it. I didn't love him. My mother did though. She didn't seem as upset as I thought she would be.
"How are you?" I ask with concern touching her hand that was placed on her lap.
She looks down at my hand with her wavy blonde hair following her eyes down then she looks  back up at me. "I'm fine honey, it was a long time ago." I didn't know if she was pretending to be brave or if that was really how she felt.
"Yeah but-"
"Honey, I'm fine," she lifts her hand up from underneath mine and wraps it around my neck. I place my head on her shoulder. "We'll be ok," she says rubbing her hand on my arm.
"We alway are," I respond.
Seconds later she says, "he left something for you." I lift my head off of her shoulder and gave her a questioned look. Why would he want to give me anything? He left. "It's a letter," she says lifting up slightly, getting something out of her pocket. A letter that said my name in large cursive lettering. I take it from her. "I'll leave you alone to read it," she says elegantly getting up and walking to the door. I nod then she nods back closing the door.
Dear maya, the letter read
I'm so sorry I had to leave you. I wasn't good enough for you. I never had a good job, your mother did all the work. I was a burdened so, I left. I know I broke you and your mother's heart but it was something I had to do.
But I've changed. I got a job and a family. I know how that might make you feel. But I love this girl. She's extremely nice. I know you would love her. She has a son and we have a daughter together. I know you don't want to hear about my happiness without you so I'll get to the point. I would love for our families to blend. I want to be back into your life. I've missed so much. I live in a small town outside of Boston. I would love for you to come and stay with us some time.
Love,
Your dad, Kermit.
How did this get to me? It's clear he wrote this before he passed. I flipped it over to see if there was anything else and there was.
I thought you should see this ~ Amanda
I don't know who Amanda is but I can only assume it's my father's new wife. Does she still want me to come? Why didn't he send this? Should I go? Would my life be different if I saw this sooner? I had so many unanswered questions. I wanted to find answers. I get up and grab my laptop that was sitting on the floor upside down from when I through it. It wasn't broken it only had crack in the corner of the screen. Small towns by Boston, I type. Multiple things show up however, most of them were useless. List of small towns in Massachusetts, an article read. I clicked the link. I big picture of the Massachusetts flag showed up in the corner. Stockbridge, Hadley, rockport, westford, swellview, the list goes on. I didn't know where to start there were so many towns. There was faint knocking on the door as I click the link to the swellview website. "Maya?" My mother slowly opens the door, I close my laptop halfway as she enters. I did not want her to see that I was looking for my father well, where my father used to be. "What did the letter say?"
"Oh, he just apologized for what he did," I lie, well I didn't lie I just left the part about how he wanted to be in my life out.
"Oh," she seemed disappointed, "can I read it?" She picks up the letter that was laying on my bed unfolded.
"No!" I shout grabbing the paper from her. She looked at me in shock then her face settled into anger. She gives me a stern glare. "Sorry, it said not to show you," I lie, again.
"Oh, ok," she looks down upset. I couldn't read her like I usually can. My mother was an open book. Everything in her life was see through but I couldn't tell her emotions in this moment. "Well I'll leave you to," she looks down at my computer after she stands. She crinkled her eyebrows, I knew she was wondering what I was doing. "Homework," she states. She's knows I'm not doing my homework. I hardly ever do at home.
"Right, homework," I fake laugh as she closes the door with a questioned look on her face. I open up my laptop again. I scroll down the page trying to find if it had a list of the recently deceased. Lost loved ones. It read I was about to open it when my phone buzzed.
Homework! It read, no it was not from my mom it was from riley. She was alway looking out for me.
Doing it right now. I lie.
Picture. She sends. I can image her face as she was typing this. Her bushy eyebrows would be wrinkled causing a line in her forehead. She would have typed it aggressively.
Fine. I send back as I close out of the tab I was on. I'll have to find my father later. I open a link to my school email and open the link Mr. Matthews sent. It was something about world war 2 that I didn't care about. I snap a picture of the home page with my phone and send it to riley.
Good now actually read it. Riley knew me so well. She knew I just sent the picture to please her and that I wasn't going to do it. It was the last week of school did Matthews really expect us to do work? I mean come on my mind was already on vacation. I skimmed the article then put it away. I stood up then walked over to my mirror which was only a few feet away. I look at myself. My straight blonde hair was falling over my shoulder, my bright blue eyes reflected in the mirror. I grab a loose black hair tie that was laying on my brown wooden dresser. I pull up my hair then curl up into bed and go to sleep.

It was Friday. I have Matthews class first thing in the morning. Ugh, I hate that class. I love Matthews he's my best friends father but, his class was so boring. I walk into school wearing my bob Dylan shirt, red lace jacket and black jeans. I usually walk to school with riley but I wasn't feeling it today. "Hey," I hear a voice as someone comes up behind me. I knew it was riley before she even caught up to me. "Why didn't you wait for me?" She asked hurt.
"I just wasn't feeling it today," I almost whisper not looking up. She had on black sandals that were crossed all the way up to her knees. A long navy blue skirt and a flower top. I know it upset her that I didn't walk with her.
"Maya?" She looked down trying to meet my eyes. I pull my head up meeting her eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I jog up the stairs to get away from her. I didn't want to explain what I was trying to do with her because I know she will get too involved. She will force me to meet them and become apart of their family but the truth was I didn't want to be. I just want to know why he didn't send it, if he really felt back wouldn't he send it? I didn't want to be with his other family I just wanted answers.
I walk into my first period class and sat in my seat. I was happy it was the last day of school before summer but, it was only junior year. I still have 1 more year in this place. I watch a people stroll in slowly after the bell rang.
"I'm sorry, if I said something offensive earlier," riley said sympathetically taking her seat in front of me.
"It's ok," I smile. The final bell rings and riley turns around to face the front.
Mr. Matthews walked in and started talking but, I wasn't listening. After school I would be going to swellview to find my father's family. I don't know if that's where is his but I had all summer to check all the small towns in Massachusetts and I plan to.

"Hey, maya, you wanna go with me and lucas to topangas?" Riley shouts from her car holding lucas's hand. Riley and Lucas just started dating this year. I guess they're cute together. I never really thought about riley dating before. It's kinda weird but, I'll get used to it.
"No," I shout in response getting into my car. My car was across the lot of Riley's but we did have good parking places that were close to the front of the school. I turn the car on, roll down my window, turn on the radio, I don't care by icona pop was playing, and pulled out of the parking lot. I was ready for my adventure to begin.
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I hope you guys like the first chapter of the harts. Tell me what you think.
I published this for my phone so if I typed some things wrong I'm sorry.