It all started with a knock at the door. The London night was dark and gloomy, rain pouring from the sky. My mum was off getting drunk as usual, and my dad had just left to go for a car ride. Cautiously, I opened the door, a gust of wind chilling me since I was only wearing a tank top and shorts. It took a few seconds to process who was at my door.
"Are you related to Paul Hayes?" A police officer asked me.
"Um, yes sir. He's my father. Is there a problem?" I replied, unprepared for the news to come.
"Your father's body was just found. He was holding a gun. There was a bullet wound through the head. We were alerted to the sound of gunshots by a neighbor. I'm sorry, your father is dead."
These were the words that truly started it all.
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FanfictionThe day that Grace Hayes found out her father committed suicide was the worst. Somehow, Grace knew there was something deeper going on. Maybe her father didn't kill himself. Everyone thought she was crazy. Until he came. The boy who believed her.
