When I Turned 16 (Memories)

The Devil (Chapter 6)

       Michael is my only best friend and I told him most of my past, so he definitely knows how I feel about my dad.
"You know, you could always stay at my place," Michael suggested.
"I can't and I have some things I want to get off my chest," I signed.
"Okay, then let's get going."
       As we were driving down the road, painful memories started flashing through my head. I hugged Michael chest tightly and cried.
"It'll be alright, Maya. It'll be alright."
When Michael stopped in front of my house, I hopped off his bike. I took off the helmet, which made my hair fuzzy, then tossed it to him.
"Good luck," he said as he catches the helmet.
"Thanks."
When I walked into my house, I took my shoes off because they were full of sand. After awhile, I started to notice that it was quite, too quite.
"If they are trying to surprise me, it's not going to work," I whispered. I checked in the living room and then across from that was the dinning room, but weren't in either rooms. The last place I thought of was the kitchen.
       I was about to open the kitchen door until I heard whispers on the side. I took a deep breath and stepped inside.
"Oh. Hi, Maya," my dad said.
"So, why are you here? Is THIS supposed to be my birthday gift, cause if it is then it sucks," I said trying to avoid eye contact with my dad.
"Maya!" My mom yelled.
"It's okay, Brenda. I deserve it."
"Why are you here? Out of all these years, you had to be here and what's worse is that you never showed up at all," I yelled.
"Maya, " my dad whispered.
"No, do you know how much you hurt me, how much you ruined my childhood?"
"Honey, I'm sorry."
"No, you will never be sorry," I said as tears started running down my checks. I ran off before my dad could say anything. I looked myself in my room, hid in a corner, and cried. I cried and cried and cried.