Running from the Bad boy //Chris Schistad

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Friday 5:00pm
I walk towards a man in the airport who is holding a sign with my name on it. He looks like a chauffeur. 

"Miss Nicole Fukushima-Larsen from Australia?" The oldish man asks in his thick Norwegian accent once I have approached him.

I nod smiling a little

"Welcome to Norway. Your fathers in the car waiting. I am Jakob, the Larsen family chauffeur. Follow me please." The man says

He takes two of my suitcases and leads us out the door.

Just to clarify. I have never met my father. My mother went on a trip to Norway right after high school with her friends and went home with the greatest souvenir anyone could ask for.

A baby. Well me obviously, but turns out she was a little wild hippie who decided that having unprotected sex with some guy from Norway was a good idea. She never really talked about him and I never asked because I know she didn't want to talk about it. All I know is that my dads name is Oliver Larsen and that he is Norwegian. My mum Lisa Fukushima, was of a Japanese background but moved to Australia when she was three with her parents and younger brother.

When my mum came back from the trip and found out she was pregnant she did tell my Dad and he did offer to send her money but she refused and admitted that she was angry with him for no reason and decided that she would raise me on her own. Of course her asian parents where mad but they loved me anyway. I grew up in a happy and family loving environment.

But that's where the happy story ends.

Six months ago, on my 16th birthday my mother collapsed. And she never woke up again. The doctors said it was a fatal stroke and that she had been sick for a long time before hand.

I lost my mum, best friend and the only parent that was in my life. I had to move to Norway. My grandparents where in nursing homes and my moms younger brother, Uncle Travis and his family had have to let me stay at theirs while they organised with my dad to move here.

Anyway back to reality. Jakob popped the trunk off a black limousine and started piling in my bags.

Trust my own father to not even be able to get out of the car to greet me. After all he's only been absent for 16 and a half years of my life.

I opened the door and jumped into the car throwing myself at the man who was supposedly my father.

He was on the phone. But he saw me. He studied my face as I sat across from him and while he was still talking to whoever he was talking to in Norwegian.

First thing I notice is that he is wearing a suit and that he looks very nicely groomed. Clean. I also notice that I have some of his features. The jawline and the shape of my nose and lips. He has dark hair and wore a gold watch. He also looked very young.

His staring was getting uncomfortable.

The car starts moving and he finally gets off the phone.

"Hello Nicole. I'm sorry about your mother." He says "I'm your dad, Olive-"

"Oliver Larsen. I know." I say with no emotion.

I notice that he speaks English very well and it was like he had a British accent maybe. I don't know.

Sure it seemed rude but I didn't know the man.

"How are you liking Norway?" He says trying to make conversation

"I don't know. I've been here for five minutes" I say and look out the window.

He sighs "Look Nicole. I know you're mad at me that I wasn't in your life but you need to know that from the time that Lisa told me she was pregnant until your first birthday I wanted to be in your life!" He says raising his voice a little