Chapter 2
(Flashback – 2 years ago)
“Ava, your dad's here,” my mum calls from downstairs.
“Okay, I'm coming,” I shout back down.
After a couple of seconds I make my way downstairs, anticipating what horror could occur in the hour; you see my and my Dad don't have the 'best' relationship – lets just say it's far from perfect...but he's my Dad and I'm his...daughter so I gotta try. My sister on the other hand loves my Dad, she sees his faults but she's not one to dwell on the past....I am. I reach the bottom of the stairs and trudge my way to the sitting room where I see my sister and my Dad talking animatedly, I don't see my Mum – she must've gone to my Gram's, you see my parents are divorced; have been for a couple of years now. When I found out, lets just say I wasn't shocked – it'd be coming soon or later and now the man I call my 'Dad' well, I'll explain later.
“Hey, there she is,” my Dad calls out as soon as he sees me and pulls me into a hug – I hesitantly hug him back.
“So how's my Ava doing?” he asks.
I try to come up with an appropriate response and just answer with.....
“Fine.”
“Uhh...okay, well what to do you guys want to do today?”
“Whatever,” I shrug nonchalantly.
“How about we go bowling?” my sister suggests.
“Okay,” and we go outside and into the car, I sit in the back while my sister sits in the front.
“So Ava, what's new with you?”
“You mean since this past month and a half,” I ask him.
“Ava,” my sister warns me.
Oh fine.
“Well, lets see I finished secondary school and starting college soon,” I tell him.
“Wow, my daughter growing up,” he says.
“Hmm,” I answer back and look down to play on my phone; he could tell I wasn't interested in conversation and left it at that.
In about twenty minutes we reached the Bowling Centre called Bills Bowling Centre...I'm guessing a guy named Bill owns the building. We go inside, get our shoes and go to our lane....I remember about a year ago we always used to play Bowling, in a different centre of course and we used to have such fun – me, my Dad and my Sister smiling and laughing while my Sister always used to thrash my Dad and me. Fun times – not any more, because he stopped coming and visiting until two months ago and then stopped again. Tears begin to form in my eyes and I stop them from being released – I am not going to cry over this.
