Grumpy Old Man Turns Away a Teen, but a Hurricane Reveals Her True Story

Old Man Shuts the Door on Annoying Teen, but a Hurricane Exposes the Truth About Her – Story of the Day

When an elderly guy who is irritable slams the door on a persistent adolescent, he believes that he has got rid of her for good. Nevertheless, as a hurricane surrounds them and forces them to remain together, the storm outside reveals the horrifying truth about her connection to his history.

Since he was a young boy, Frank had lived by himself. He was content with the alone, and he had long since come to terms with the fact that he did not have any relatives or friends in his life. Consequently, he was startled when he heard a knock at the door on a Saturday morning, but he was more annoyed than intrigued about what was going on.

He pushed himself out of his recliner with a loud grunt when he finally got up. The moment he opened the door, he spotted a young woman, no more than sixteen years old, standing on the porch of the house.

Frank yelled, “I don’t want to buy anything, I don’t want to join any church, I don’t support homeless kids or kittens, and I’m not interested in environmental issues.” This occurred before she had a chance to speak. He slammed the door shut without waiting for a response from the person inside.

Just as he was about to go, the doorbell rang once again, and he stopped moving. He heaved a sigh as he made his way back to his chair, reached for the remote control, and increased the volume of the television.

There was a hurricane warning issued for the city, according to the weather report. Frank gave it a fleeting glance before shaking his head in disapproval.

He murmured, “It doesn’t make a difference to me.” His cellar was constructed to resist any kind of disaster.

It continued to ring the doorbell. It continued to ring, over and over again. It had been five minutes, then ten, and then fifteen minutes. Every ring was a source of irritation for Frank. At long last, he trampled back to the entrance, muttering to himself as he did so. With a frown on his face, he flung it open.

“What the heck?! What is it that you crave? He let out a bark, and his voice reverberated down the peaceful street.

In a composed manner, the young lady stood there, her gaze riveted on him. Who are you, if you are Frank? She said, “I need to talk to you for a moment.”

Frank caused his eyes to narrow. Let’s suppose I am, shall we? Just who are you, and what are you doing on my front porch? To what location are your parents?

This is Zoe, my name. Lately, my mother passed away. She stated in a firm tone, “At this point in my life, I do not have any parents.”

At that moment, Frank snapped, “I couldn’t care less.” He reached out and gripped the outer edge of the door, and then he began to push it shut.

Zoe put her hand on it at the very moment when it was about to close. She asked in a tone that was steadfast, “Aren’t you curious about the reason I’m here?”

When Frank growled, he said, “The only thing I’m curious about is how long it will take you to leave my property and never come back!” Suddenly, he pushed her hand away from the door and banged it so hard that the door frame shook.

“The doorbell came to a stop.” Frank looked out the window and checked out the garden through the drapes. No one was there.

He let out a long sigh and then turned away, clearly feeling successful. The fact that this was just the beginning of his horror was completely unknown to him.

Upon waking up the following morning, Frank mumbled to himself as he dragged himself to the front door in order to retrieve his newspaper.

His mouth dropped open in shock as he saw the condition of his home. The walls were covered in shattered eggs, and the sticky residue left behind by the eggs sparkled in the sunlight.

The paint was covered in large, nasty words that were scratched across it in untidy black characters, which caused his blood to boil.

While he was glancing around the street, he yelled out, “What in the world?!” but the street was completely empty.

After clenching his teeth, he marched back inside, grabbed his cleaning materials, and proceeded to spend the entire day scrubbing those surfaces.

He mumbled an expletive under his breath with each stroke, and his hands were in pain. His back was throbbing.

At the end of the day, he came out onto his porch with a cup of tea, feeling fatigued but glad to find that the walls had been cleaned.

But his sense of relief did not last long. Garbage was dispersed all over his yard; the lawn was covered in trash, including cans, discarded food and crumpled papers.

His voice reverberated across the peaceful neighbourhood as he yelled out, “Stupid girl!” as he did not address anyone in particular.

After stomping down the stairs, he went and got some garbage bags and started cleaning at once. A message that had been pinned to his mailbox caught his attention as he knelt down to pick up a tomato that had gone bad.

“Just listen to me, and I’ll stop bothering you,” he said out loud after yanking it off and starting to read it. — Zoe… One of the phone numbers was written in bold numerals at the bottom of the page.

At that moment, Frank crumpled the note and threw it away in the garbage.

In the morning of the following day, he was awakened by a loud shouting. Upon looking out the window, he noticed a gathering of individuals waving aloft signs.

As he opened the window, he cried out, “Who the hell are you?!”

For the sake of the ecology, we are here! Sincere gratitude for allowing us to use your garden! a woman who appeared to be a hippie phoned.

As Frank raged, he grabbed a broom and drove them away from the area. Upon their departure, he became aware of a caricature of himself that had been drawn on the driveway, along with the message “I despise everyone.”

He had another note on his front door, which read:

“If you don’t pay attention to what I have to say, I’ll think of additional methods to irritate you.

To Zoe.

It is important to note that the paint does not wash off.

Again, a phone number was located at the bottom of the page.

Frank rushed inside and slammed the door shut behind him as he entered. While his hands were shaking, he reached for the phone and dialled Zoe’s number by hand. Visit me at my residence. He yelled out, “Now,” and then disconnected up before she had a chance to react.

It was Zoe’s arrival that caused her jaw to drop. While standing on the porch next to Frank, two law enforcement agents wore serious expressions on their faces.

“What the hell is going on? Are you truly joking with me? Zoe yelled at him while glaring at him.

With a sneer on his face, Frank folded his arms. “You believe that you are so intellectual, don’t you? How about this? No, you are not.”

Officers placed Zoe in handcuffs. While they were escorting her to the vehicle, she shouted out, “You old jerk!” As he watched, Frank stood there smugly, convinced that this was the end of his problems.

The city issued a hurricane warning the following day after the storm. The gusts howled, causing trees to bend and throwing debris down the streets that were completely vacant.

During the time when Frank was getting ready to go down to his basement, he peered out the window. When he saw Zoe outdoors, she was struggling against the wind while holding her rucksack so tightly that it caused his eyes to widen.

“What are you doing so far away from home?!” Frank yelled as he flung open the door and yelled out. His hand was almost ripped away from him by the wind.

The moment Zoe turned, her hair began to whirl about her face. “What exactly does it appear to be?! Her voice was barely audible over the noise of the storm as she cried, “I’m looking for shelter!” I’m looking for shelter! “There is no other place for me to go!”

Then you should go inside! When Frank stepped onto the porch, he let out a bark.

“There is no way!” Zoe lost her temper. “Facing this hurricane is a better option for me than going inside your house!”

Frank clenched his teeth in determination. “Yesterday, you were begging to have a conversation with me. Is there a difference now?

It dawned on me that you are a self-centred, irritable idiot! In response, Zoe fired back.

It was enough for Frank. He made a stomping descent down the stairs, seized her backpack and dragged her in the direction of the entrance.

“Please let me go!” Zoe let out a cry as she struggled against his hold. “I am not going to accompany you! Permit me to leave!

“Have you completely lost your mind?!”” Suddenly, Frank yelled out and slammed the door shut behind them. If you continue to be outside, you will perish!

Maybe that’s not a problem! To be honest, I don’t have anything left! With a flushed face, Zoe let out a yell. Are you seriously under the impression that your pathetic home is some type of stronghold?

He muttered, “My basement is fortified,” and he was right. This is not the worst that it has survived. “Come with me.”

While she was glaring at him, Zoe paused. After a little pause, she let out a sigh and then proceeded to follow him down to the basement.

The basement felt pleasantly warm and inviting. It appeared to be a modest living room that was frequently used. A single bed was tucked away in one of the corners, and the walls were lined with shelves that contained old books.

A stack of paintings, the colours of which had been subdued with the passage of time, was leaning against the opposite side. Then, with a loud sigh, Zoe sat down on the couch after taking a quick check around without being impressed.

“Did you have something you wanted to say? According to Frank, who was standing rigidly close to the stairs, “Now is your chance.”

Is it now that you are prepared to listen? Enquiring with a raised eyebrow, Zoe queried.

We are unable to leave this location for an unknown amount of time. Frank responded by resting against a bookcase and folding his arms. “Might as well get it over with,” he said.

This is OK, Zoe said. She reached inside her backpack, brought out some documents that were folded, and then handed them to him.

Even as he took them, Frank wore a frown. This is what it is.

The tone of Zoe’s voice was one of realism as she stated, “My emancipation papers.”

He blinked his eyes. “What is it?”

“It’s so that I can live on my own,” Zoe described the reason. Not having any parents. If there are no guards.”

What is your age, exactly? Although he was squinting at the documents, Frank asked.

“It’s almost sixteen,” Zoe responded with a stern tone in her voice.

What is the reason that you require my signature? Looking at her intently, Frank posed the question.

Instantaneously, Zoe gazed directly into his eyes. “So because you are the sole living member of my family. Your grandchild is whom I am. Can you recall your wife? Who is your daughter?

Frank’s face changed colour. “That wouldn’t be possible.”

Zoe said with a chilly laugh, “It’s pretty much a possibility.” “Your address was provided to me by social services. I was under the impression that Grandma was exaggerating when she spoke about you before. It’s clear to me now that she didn’t tell me the whole truth.

“I did not sign this document. Continue to act like a youngster. You are able to be taken care of by the system.

“Are you kidding at this point?” Zoe lost her temper. “As a spouse and a father, you were a terrible person! After leaving Grandma and Mom, you went off to pursue some painting-related fantasy. I was better at five than I am at art, and yours isn’t even close! And now, after everything that has happened, you are not even going to sign a piece of paper to assist me?

Frank clasped his hands tightly. He spoke out enthusiastically, “Being an artist was my dream!”

“Too, it was a dream of mine!” In response, Zoe fired back. “However, Grandma has died. The mother has left. You are the only member of my family that I have. You are also the worst person I have ever crossed paths with!

In the aftermath of that, they remained silent, the tension in the room being palpable. He was aware that Zoe was correct. It was his own self-interest. At that time, he had an exclusive focus on his artwork, oblivious to anything else.

Two hours later, Frank finally made his voice heard. What about a place to stay? Do you even have one?

In a hushed voice, Zoe said, “I’m working on it.” There is a job for me. I still have the automobile that belonged to my mother. I am able to handle it.”

It was Frank who told you, “You ought to be in school, not trying to figure out how to survive.”

In response, Zoe said, “Life does not work out the way we want it to,” using a tone that was gentle yet forceful.

Over the course of the subsequent few hours, Frank remained mute as he saw Zoe drawing in her notepad. She moved her pencil with self-assurance, each stroke having a specific aim.

Despite his reluctance to acknowledge it, her artwork was daring, inventive, and vibrant. It surpassed all else that he had ever painted in terms of quality.

After the hurricane had gone, the radio began to crackle and announce in a monotone voice that it had moved on. A storm had passed by.

The joints in Frank’s body were rigid as he stood and made a gesture towards the stairs. His words were, “Let’s go up.” After ascending the stairs, he gave Zoe a quick glance before silently handing her the documents that had been signed.

The tone of his voice was low when he said, “You were right.” “I was by far the worst spouse ever. A terrible father as well. I have no power to alter any of that. But perhaps I can make a difference in the future of someone else.

After a few minute of staring at the documents, Zoe placed them into her rucksack and left them there. “Thanks,” she whispered in a low voice.

After looking at her, Frank gave her a nod. “Don’t go away from painting. “You have a lot of talent.”

The backpack was slung over Zoe’s shoulder as she walked. As she made her way towards the exit, she asserted, “Life has decided otherwise.”

Instantaneously, Frank said, “You are free to remain here.”

Zoe went completely numb. “What is it?”

Frank told her, “You are free to reside here.” “I am unable to undo the mistakes that I have made, but at the same time, I cannot abandon my youngest granddaughter.”

Are you sure that you want me to remain here? Zoe enquired about it.

Frank said, “Not exactly,” in response. “However, I believe that we could both pick up something new.”

Zoe gave a sneer. “That’s fine. Thank you. Nevertheless, I will take all of your art supplies. “I am a lot more superior to you.”

She walked in the direction of the basement. The head of Frank was shaken. You are obstinate and conceited. You need to take that from me.

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