I always had a feeling that Dad never really loved me. When I was younger, Mom was the one who spent all of her time with me; it even reached the point where people thought she was a single mother. Anytime my dad had to put any effort into me, it seemed like an issue.
From the parent-teacher conferences, musical recitals, and even my fifteenth birthday, he showed no interest, if he even decided to show up at all.
With the approaching storm, it really felt like he didn’t care about me.
Mom and Matthias were talking at the dining room table, both of them easily frustrated with whatever the topic was; I already had a good idea what it was. I breezed right past them, ignoring when Matthias tried to call out to me.
On the edge of the table were the car keys. I swiped them right up and headed for the garage. Matthias called out to me again.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he demanded.
I spun the key ring around my finger, “Just taking your lovely ‘daughter’ out for a drive.”
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