Chap 4

Many months had passed and Clive never gave up. Trying to seek help and getting me to open up.

"I love you as a daughter Gabriella." He said one day at the dinner table. Troy had let out a snort.

I didn't believe him. After all, he wasn't my real father.

Nothing changed my perception of him until one unfortunate night which will remain etched in my memory forever.

I had come back late to an empty house. I didn't think much about it. Then at midnight, the police came pounding on the door and told me the news. I didn't know why, but I felt a sinking feeling in my heart.

Clive had been knocked over by a car. He was trying to follow me, to see if anyone was giving me trouble. When he was walking back home, a car came at him at full speed and knocked him down. The driver brought him to the hospital but it was too late.

Troy was crying profusely. I didn't understand. Clive wasn't his father. You can't cry over a stranger. But as Clive's they were covering up the grave, I felt a tear roll down my cheek. Clive had been the closest I ever had to a father. He never gave up on me. He died looking out for me. He wanted to see me do well in future.

"Clive loves you"

Shoulders shaking, I fell to the ground. I had killed another person because of my actions. I vowed to do better. For myself, but mostly for Clive.

i'll try to create a sequel to this story. it's not my best. :( i'm rather busy now because of exams so i'm not going to be posting any stories anytime soon. review please. (: