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Life over Coffee

San Francisco, California

Fifteen year old Lorelai Hayden sat on the cold chair at the police station wiping her eyes occasionally. She did not want to cry here. People quickly walked passed her talking quietly and glancing at her. She didn't want to be here, she wanted to go home. She wanted her Daddy.

"Ms. Hayden could you come in here please." a police officer said standing outside an office holding the door open for her. Rory got up slowly and walked toward the door. She wanted to run and hide. Sitting down at the table she looked around. It reminded her of the interrogation rooms on the cop shows on TV.

She started staring at her hands she couldn't bring herself to look at the people that surrounded her. "Don't say it... don't say it...please don't" Rory kept saying to herself.

"Ms. Hayden I am so sorry for your loss." one of the men said. "NO." her mind screamed. She tried not to cry.

"Ms. Hayden we need you to tell us everything you remember." another man said. Rory sat there not wanting to remember but bits and pieces started to come out.

"Dad took me to the theatre to see Cats. We were celebrating his job promotion. We had a lot of fun. When....when we got home the front door was open." Rory couldn't go on. She put her head down and started to cry. She wanted her daddy.

"Please Ms. Hayden we need your help to find your father's killer." one of them said.

"No..... Quit saying that. I don't want to talk about it." Rory screamed and ran out of the room. She ran straight into her Grandmother's arms.

"Please Grammy take me home." Rory cried out holding onto her.

"What happened? Where's my son." her grandmother asked. Rory's Grandfather Straub Hayden stood beside them holding both of them.

"We were told that you were here and something happened to Christopher. Did he get arrested? He's always mouthing off at the officers when they try to give him a speeding ticket." her grandfather said.

"No." Rory whispered hiding her face.

"Where's my son?" her grandmother demanded shaking her granddaughter. Fear starting to grip her heart. Rory shook her head and started to cry.

"Mr. and Mrs. Hayden could you come in here please." one of the officers said. Rory watched as her grandparents were led into the same room she was just in.

Rory stared at the wall blocking out the screams of despair.

I want my daddy....Please.

Christopher Michael Hayden was laid to rest on a rainy day mid February. He was surrounded by family and friends. Rory stood between her grandparents crying silently as his coffin lowered into the earth. Come back Daddy. I need you. Her heart cried.

It was a day later when her life came crashing down even farther. She was leaving home. Not just the home she grew up in but California. She was going to her mother's house in Stars Hollow, Connecticut. She didn't even know her.

My daddy's gone. I'm all alone. My world is gone.

TBC. Please Review.