Little blonde

Italian sportscar

The next few days Neringa sucked up to me. It wasn't for the sake of my dad or me it was because there was people checking to see if she was a suitable co-parent. Honestly I didn't know why she went up for custody to be a coparent if she hated me that much.

All the inspections were over the last thing we had to do was get my passport photo. She had my hair in two French plats and had me dressed casually, whilst we were in the waiting room she spent 10 minutes pretending to be fixing my hair.

Finally the Middle Aged lady stepped out and said my name. It didn't take long until everything was done.
At that moment I knew I had made a mistake I should have screamed and shouted and kicked until they let me stay with Rita. That was the biggest mistake in my entire life.

As soon as we got home she told me I can go upstairs and go for a sleep if I wanted to,we had gotten up really early as our appointments were early. I climbed up the stairs with her got changed and sat on the blow up bed which was now moved to my dads room.

She rang her brother to pick her up, in a half hour she had everything packed and her brother came up to help her bring all her belongings to her parents house. It was the first time I ever met her brother he was a nice man scary looking but still very nice.
What really bothered me was how can such a nice family have such a horrible daughter.

She hugged me goodbye and her brother waved. They stepped out of the room and down the stairs. At that moment I thought maybe she's not that bad you know...

I was just delighted I had time to spend with dad, I was over the moon.
In the afternoon, dad brought me shopping and then he had to go get his hair cut and the lady offered to cut my hair too as it was getting long and the ends were splitting badly, obviously I had no clue what suited me and what didn't...

let's just say I looked scary at the end of it all.... I had a side fringe!
At 6 we had a barbecue. We ate ,drank and joked on how bad my hair looked but I honestly didn't care I was with my dad that's all that mattered. At around 9 pm we went for spins in his sports car, the car that he spent all his life savings on, an Italian sports car. I loved it ,for me the car is like a milestone it reminded me of all those times we would go for spins on the beach listening to dads awesome tunes.
Honestly he's the coolest dad and I couldn't ask for a better one... maybe at the time I didn't want to...

I honestly thought my dad loved his car more than me. That still didn't stop me from loving  it too, my dad always got praise for his car, random men walked up to him asking for details on the car and the make of the car. Teenagers always got jealous of dads success and put their middle fingers out of their blackened windows while driving by in their shitty old minis. I found it funny and never really realised that if he had a choice he would always pick money and his belongings over me.

👣 👣 👣 👣 👣 👣
Short chapter sorry ☺️
Vote and comment 💓💓