Life with Daddy Murray xoxo

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~Mr Murray told us we needed to go around in a circle and say the name of our 'special person'... Jove or James?~

It was your turn to speak. Everyone's eyes were on you, including Mr Murray's. You had to say something, you were about to shake off your seat. Everyone was waiting... "um, my special, person.. is, um-"

What could you say except, "J-"

Knock
Knock
Knock

'Come in' said Mr Murray.

Suddenly, at the door appeared a broad man, about 6ft, brown hair, like Mr Murray, and all his teeth. Okay that last bit was irrelivant but wow, who knew there were so many hot teachers at our school. You could smell him from where you were sat in the corner of the room. Thank goodness he interrupted you. 'I hope no one heard what I said' thought y/n.

Then, the figure spoke. His voice was calming, like Mr Murray's, but deeper. 'Sorry to interrupt Ja- Mr Murray. I was just wondering if you had any spare paper in here.'

'No it's okay we were just finishing up. Yes, we have some spare paper in the corner there- oh y/n would you mind getting Mr R some paper please? Thank you.'

Your heart fluttered. You. Were. Being asked. To get this man, who apparently was called Mr R, some paper. You felt so special :)

As sexily as you could, you stood up and pulled out a pile of paper from the windowsill next to your seat. You walked through the other rows of students who were supposedly your friends, and you handed the pile of paper to mr R.
As he took it from you, his hands touched yours. Your fingers rubbed off each other. His hands were so nice.
Then you sort of stood there, and then he looked at you and said, 'thank you'

You smiled and walked back to your seat.

That was so beautiful. Luckily your mask hid your face because you couldnt stop smiling. You felt on top of the world. Your first encounter, and you talked, had physical contact- okay, touched hands, but still- and smiled at each other. You probably smiled way too much but whod stop you.

But oh, wait. This isnt good. Mr Murray returned to the class and was still waiting for your answer. You were so flustered that you forgot who you chose, so you just said your Mum, who was actually your foster mum. Well, you think she is anyway. Youre not sure how she became your parents because your family died when you were 6 years old, and your only memories of them was the house smelling of your grandmas floral perfume. From then on, you could only remember this new woman in your life.

It was all so complicated.

But, one day not long ago, you and your foster mother sat down and looked through one of your old photograph books that she'd kept when she picked you up from the foster home, and she explained that three people were still alive from the fire. You never put much thought into it...

Who were they? Where are they now; are they still alive??

Read on to find out more 😁😁😁