Until we meet again (Currently editing)

I don't care

'... My dad.' I answered through gritted teeth.

'Your dad?' Nick looked confused. I realised how little he knew about my family history.

'Yes, and if it is, I'm gonna kick up merry hell.' I growled.

Nick seemed to pick up my mood and put an arm around my shoulders. 'You want me to come in with you?'

'No, it's fine, I don't want you to get caught up in my family drama. I'll call you tonight, yeah?'

He nodded and kissed me before leaving.

I slowly walked down the driveway and entered the house.

'Mum?' I called, closing the door behind me.

'We're in the kitchen.' She called back.

We're...?

I narrowed my eyes as my suspicions grew and went in the kitchen.

Well what do you know?

Dad.

He was sat across the table from mum, wearing an expensive looking suit.
Dad had the same brown shade of hair as me, but had brown eyes instead of blue. I got my blue eyes from mum.
He turned and smiled when he saw me. 'Kath, sweetheart, hi.'

I frowned. 'What the hell are you doing here?'

'Well I thought I'd visit, and then as I was on my way this morning, your mum called me to say you got accepted for Oxford.' He explained. 'I'm very proud of you sweetheart.'

I glared at him. 'Oh, don't pretend you care.' I scoffed. 'Why are you really here?'

'Katherine...' Mum frowned.

'No, it's fine.' Dad cut in. 'I'm came to see you Katherine. To see how you are.'

'Oh, well that's funny.' I said sarcastically. 'Since you spent the first 2 years of my life denying my existence!'

(Quick story into my past. When mum became pregnant with me, dad wasn't happy because he wanted a career before having any kids. He wasn't even sure if he wanted kids.
He even tried to persuade mum to get an abortion.
Obviously she didn't though.
So before I was even born, dad walked out on both of us and was in denial for 2 years that he even had a daughter.
Dad came back after 2 years and accepted me as a daughter and settled back into family life with us. But after only a year, he got bored and left to pursue his career as a businessman and even met some blonde bimbo.
And I hardly saw him again after that. He'd send birthday and Christmas cards but that was the only contact he had.)

Anyway, back to the present.

'Katherine, sweetie...' Dad started.

'No!' I interrupted. 'Whatever you want to say, I don't care. You denied I existed for 2 years and then when you came back, only a year on, you walked out on us again!' I knew I was raising my voice and nearly shouting, but didn't care. 'I can't believe you actually have the audacity to just turn up here like you didn't abandon us! Why couldn't you have just stayed in Greenpark with your stupid blonde bitch and your job instead of turning up in your stupid shiny car and expensive suit!'

'Katherine!' Mum looked scandalised.

'Mum, surely you of all people shouldn't be defending him!' I shouted. 'He left you for someone else!'
I turned back to him. 'Whatever you want to say, don't bother. Because personally, I don't give a shit. I fucking hate you.'

With that, I stormed out of the kitchen and upstairs.
I locked my bedroom door behind me and put my headphones on and put my music on full blast.

How fucking dare he just turn up like nothing happened, like he didn't ruin mum's life, like he acted like a proper dad for 17 years.
He was a shit dad, as far as I was concerned.

Later on, when I looked out of the window, I saw that his car was finally gone, so I headed downstairs.
Mum was still in the kitchen but this time she was cooking. She turned around when I came in.
'You shouldn't have spoken to him like that.' She said, referring to dad. 'No matter what, he's still your father.'

'He deserved it.' I muttered.

'Yes, what he did was wrong, he came to make amends.' She said. 'He's very upset after what you said.'

'So he should be.' I shrugged.

She pointed at a letter on the table. 'He left you that.'

I rolled my eyes and opened it:

Dear Katherine

I'm so sorry about the past. I know that's useless, sorry doesn't even cut it, I know.
I just feel so guilty about being a terrible father and leaving you at such a young age. I wasn't there to watch you grow up and I regret that more than you'll ever know.
Back then I was quite immature and I wasn't interested in settling down in a family.
But they say you don't know what you've got until it's gone and that's very true. I truly hate myself for rejecting and abandoning you.
When I saw you earlier, I could see that you've done very well for yourself and I'm proud to call you my daughter. And I mean that. Despite everything, I do love you. I came to make amends and I knew it wouldn't be easy as I experienced first hand.
But if you ever need me or want to talk, my number as on the other side of the page. Don't hesitate to call me if you ever need me. (Though I doubt you will, from what your mum has told me, you've grown into quite the mature and independent young lady!)

I hope you'll forgive me someday.

Dad
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