Stories by Crazy Angel Bookie

“What if I told you my father wasn’t my father? That on the night of my conception, my parents fought, and my father stormed out, leaving my mother alone…”

What if I was to tell you that my father wasn’t my father at all and the night of my conception my parents had had a fight. He had left leaving my mother home alone. And there’s a knock on the door. Tall dark hair man stands on the other side.