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.
The rain poured down on me. The car got battered by heavy rain drops. And Matthias was about to lose his favorite daughter.
I reached through the driver side of the car and moved the gear, putting it in drive. I went back behind the car and pushed to give is a nice start; I could hear the heavy rubber tires rolling along the wet asphalt. It quickly gained speed and went flying down the hill.
The bottom of the hill lead to a dead-end with nothing but a wall.
I smiled at the thought of seeing that car crash.
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