Just One "Wish"

The first Mishap

   All the torture started when my dad died, I was eight at the time. He died in a car accident on Maple rd, as he was driving to the hospital with me in the back, because I had fainted due to heat exhaustion on the soccer field during a match. When a drunk idiot sped through a red light. As soon as the drunk hit my dad's car, it flipped onto its roof.

    Glass from the windshield had shattered and was scattered around the scene. The window on the drivers side had logged thin chunks of partly tinted glass into my dad's solder, neck, and head, one gaining access to his temple and into his brain. I woke up to the sound of police cars, and a policeman shouting at people to stay back. That was the moment I saw my dad. His dark brown head of curls that dangle not too far from his head, and crimson spilling from the wounds, bleeding into is white shirt, and dripping from his body onto the car roof. I screamed as loud as my lungs would let me. A policewoman came to my rescue, and helped me out of the wrecked custom painted Mustang.

   I don't remember the ambulance ride to the hospital, I do remember looking up to my mom and crying, saying "I want my dad." All that woman did was shake her head in disapproval, then began to speak.

"It's your fault he's dead, Maeve. If you didn't faint on that field... He would have lived."

(A/n: Congrats Rebeca, you just blamed a eight year old for murder!)

    But the truth is she didn't even care, she was having an affair with another guy that soon became my Step-dad. Later I found out that the drunk man had survived the crash, but Dad didn't. I wish he was here. Maybe I wouldn't be in the predicament I am now. My mom got married 2 months later to my messed up Step-dad, Justin. Who I had gained two step siblings, my Step-sister, Eve, and Step-brother,  Aaron. The twins; both hated their dad. If murder was legal, the three of us would have killed him a long time ago, and Justin would have been dead.

   But it has been years since my dad died. The only people that actually bother with my existence is Eve, and Aaron. Which I couldn't be more content. They have filled the void that my father left in my heart, and the part my mother shattered.