It was a Friday afternoon when Hayley received the call.
Her father was dead.
A man she never knew had died and how was she meant to feel? Hayley did the only thing she knew and she dressed like a whore and went out and fucked random men. This lasted for 4 days.
Her father was dead.
A man she never knew had died and how was she meant to feel? Hayley did the only thing she knew and she dressed like a whore and went out and fucked random men. This lasted for 4 days.
Hayley went home and showered.
She sat by the window looking out onto the city wondering if she had any half brothers or half sisters, and if she did indeed have a brother, was he local? Had she fucked him once? Did he look like her father?
She had never meet him, never seen him and now she was meant to grieve for him.
A week later Hayley attended his funeral. She found out that she had an half sister who was also called Hayley. Hayley had a daughter named Hope. Hayley took a photo of her new niece on her mobile phone and when she showed it her mother she said that she looked like her new auntie at that age. This made Hayley feel something.
"Two pees in a pod" Hayley's mother said. Only born 22 years apart.
"Did dad have any hand in naming me?"
"No" Her mother replied.
The fact her sister was too called Hayley was purely coincidental.
Hayley did not have a brother. This upset her, but for all the wrong reasons.
