The Worst Day Of Life... Or Maybe The Best?

Summerville

It is a small suburban town located on the coast of the United States.

"Hey, that's mine!" I yell loudly at a police officer who is opening my school bag and going through its contents. They were just school supplies like books and stuff, I don't understand why more than 5 policemen are doing here.

I live in a very ordinary house in a small town. Like my house, I am an ordinary boy who has not done anything significant in life, apart from having few friends.

Like any other day, of course I don't have a girlfriend either, I was looking for paper napkins in the kitchen to take to my room. I think I used all of them this week, but my doorbell rang, which left me confused because we very rarely have visitors.

By the way, my father is a 40-year-old police officer, an investigator to be more precise. Although he is handsome, the only thing I inherited from him is his brown hair and green eyes, but my face is normal, strange because as a child I was cuter.

Coming back to the subject at hand, I opened the door to the police officers, most of whom worked with my father. But they all came in and started messing up the house.

"Fabricio, here you are. I have something to tell you." I looked back, there was Harold standing, my father's best friend, he always took care of me and I like him very much.

Harold has little black hair on his head, a short mustache and is a bit fat.

But seeing it well, his face is depressed, whenever I see him he was happy to do his job, he told me that being a policeman is the best job. I have a bad feeling

"Fabricio, Franco, your father, he… is dead" Harold looked at me with some tears in his eyes "No, no, it can't be…"

I just looked at him confused at first, until the heavy hammer fell on my head and I felt something inside me break.

For the second time in my life, I fell limply to the ground and started crying like crazy.

First they were tears of anger, because my father promised that he would always be with me, he didn't keep it.

Second, they were tears of impotence for not being able to do anything when the only family I had was taken from me.

And third I cried, of sadness because the only thing I could do at this moment is cry on the floor while a very big emptiness grows inside me.

"Why? Why? Why?!"

I cried and cried asking myself the same question in my head. Why does everything bad happen to me? What did I do to deserve such misfortune?

…

When I managed to calm down, at least to listen, Harold told me that my father died in a car accident. The driver got away and they're still looking for him. The police were searching the house because my father left something for them, I don't know what it was and I didn't bother asking.

I listened to everything with a tight heart of anguish, I wanted to die right now.

…

A week passed since that event, the police continued to investigate, for that reason only today was my father's funeral held.

It was raining, his body was wet and heavy, my wet hair covered my eyes, it was cold and he was very tired. But none of that mattered to me as his hands touched the icy brown coffin, cold as my heart right now. In which is the lifeless body of my beloved father, perhaps if he had told him that I love him more often we could talk more, like before. I want to cry, but I had no tears, I spent the week crying, I think my eyes are red.

I feel the pity looks that people dressed in black give me while they cry. I don't want your pity, I want my father back!

Today, March 3, officially marked this day as the worst day of my life.

...

After the funeral, although I didn't want to, they took me to a black car with 3 women, I was stunned, I didn't know what to think, I was sad and reality was confused.

The rain hits hard against the glass, as if it senses my sadness.

The car pulls up and moments later my door opens, Debbie, my dad's friend was standing in front of me dressed in black and carrying a rain umbrella. She is a beautiful mature woman with large F cup breasts, a small waist and a big ass. A woman I've wanted for a long time.

Debbie's look was not pity like the others, her look was full of something that I needed now, love and affection.

…

I don't know how it happened, but Debbie carefully bathed me under the warm water and now I find myself lying in a single bed, in a strange room, in a strange house, with people I have never lived with and without the father I have loved. and respected since childhood.

Shielding my eyes with an arm, I silently wept as the world turned black.

The water I drank in the kitchen was already used in my tears…

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