She's a Street Racer

CH#7 Favours and tears

I braced myself and spoke

"Can you take me to meet my Dad? I would have gone myself but I didn't know the way and I haven't been here in years and I don't even have a ca...." I kept blabbering.

"Hey, hey, sure. I'll take you, don't need to explain, when do you wanna go?" Nate said cutting my blabbering off now standing in front of me.

"Now, if you don't mind." I said a bit unsure.

"Okay let me just grab my keys." he said.

A few minutes later, we sat in silence, which was making me uncomfortable causing me to twiddle my thumbs. Something I've never done.

"So, have you visited your father before?" He asked.

"I haven't since I left years ago." I replied. I looked out of the window feeling a little, I don't know woozy. "We're here." he said, when he stopped in front of the big black metal gates. I took a deep breath and opened the door of the car and stepped out and heard the other door open.

"Mmm *gulp* I'd like to go alone, If you don't mind." I said not wanting to upset the only friend I made here.

"It's fine, I'll wait here." he said said with a comforting smile. "No no you don't have to." I replied. "I bought you here, and I'm going to stay here until you get back. Don't worry it will be fine go." he encouraged.

I opened the big black gates and stepped inside, the wind was blowing. Welcoming me, the only voice that could be heard was the swishing of the wind and the crunching of the leaves beneath my feet.

I walked further inside and stopped in front of the big grey tombstone with an angel on top.

Steven Hill,

1974-2008

A loving Husband, Father and a Friend.

" Don't be scared of your fear they're not here to scare you. They are here to show you that some things are worth it. You should look the fear in its face and do the thing you think you cannot do."

I touched my fingers to my lips and with trembling hands placed them on the tombstone.

"Hi daddy." I spoke in a whisper and closed my eyes feeling the wind caressing my hair. I opened my eyes, which were now damp and teary.

"I miss you so much daddy, why did you have to go. I'm sorry daddy I wasn't there to say goodbye. I'm know that I'm supposed to be a strong daughter, your Angel but I needed you. I still need you, I'm still your little girl."

By now, I was sobbing, I couldn't control myself all these years, I had to be strong, I had to be away, I had to be alone, he was the one that taught me how to ride a bicycle, hell he was the one who thought me to ride my first Harley.

Flash Back:

The 8-year-old I in two pigtails was watching my father revving the engine of a bike from my tree house,

"Hey sweetie want to drive?" he asked me. My face broke into a full-blown grin, and I went to him running. My father always ride on a bike and let me ride on it with him. It was my favourite thing on Sunday mornings. He took me on a ride to the end over the cliff where we used to sit and talk. He made me sit on the bike, strap my helmet on much to my mum's protest.

Back to reality.

The memory bought a smile to my face, it was the fondest memory. I still remember the bike, mum didn't let me take it with me when we left, and I never got to see it again. I was lost in my thoughts when a hand held my shoulder causing me to whip around.

"Mum called it's time for dinner, we should head back. It's late." Nate said with a soft smile.

I didn't know how long was I here, it was dark now. "Sure." I replied with a smile of my own and got up.

He took my hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze. We came back home I felt a relaxed, years after my father's death, I went to talk to him. I felt closer to him. I took a shower and changed into a grey sweatshirt, and some shorts, tied my hair in a messy bun and went downstairs for dinner.

"Hi." I said when I entered the room, one of the chairs was empty and Cameron was missing. I paid no heed to it and sat down.

Everyone replied with their hello's

"How was your day honey?" Aunt Lucy asked and I replied with that it was good.

After dinner and games with Greg I went to my room, where I Skyped with Chris and Josh and told them about my day. I didn't the pool incident because I didn't want them to worry. Chris can be a tad bit over protective in such cases. After talking for a while, I shut the laptop off after making the boys promise that that next weekend they were going to come meet me.

I lay down on the bed thinking of all that happened during the day and fell asleep. I woke up early in the morning at about 5 am and tried to go back to sleep but was unable to schools was not until 8 am, which gives me 3 hours to kill.

I wore my flip flops and decided to check out the gym upstairs because it's been more than three days since I've done this. I entered the gym, it was beautiful it had all the weights and dumbbells in the corner, along with a treadmill at one side and all the things that one could dream off. I lifted the weights for a while then decided to check out the boxing sack.

I wore a pair of red boxing gloves kept there and with a right jab and a left and then a right I was going in a rhythm and was now sweating profusely. Whenever I box I feel all the negativity leave my body. I was engrossed in boxing when a hand touched my shoulder out of reflex from fighting I turned around and punched the person on the face.

"Ouch man! you sure can punch." Cameron stood there with a hand on his cheek.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean too. You shouldn't have approached me when I was working out." I replied feeling a bit guilty on punching him because that's definitely going to bruise.

"I'm fine and I tried calling out but you were busy. I didn't know, you could fight because some of those punches there were meant to knock out. Anyways, I was here to let you know that it's 7 am and I thought you would want to go shower we leave for school at 8." He said.

"You don't know a lot about me." I replied and walked out of the gym.