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

When a grouchy old man slams the door on a persistent teen, he thinks he’s rid of her for good. But when a hurricane traps them together, the storm outside reveals the truth about her shocking connection to his past.

Frank had lived alone for many years. The quiet suited him, and he’d long accepted the absence of friends or family in his life. So, when he heard a knock at the door one Saturday morning, he was startled but more annoyed than curious.

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With a heavy groan, he pushed himself out of his recliner. When he opened the door, he saw a teenage girl standing on the porch, no older than sixteen.

Before she could speak, Frank snapped, “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.” Without waiting for a response, he slammed the door shut.

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He turned to leave but froze when the doorbell rang again. With a sigh, he shuffled back to his chair, grabbed the remote, and turned up the TV volume.

The weather report showed a hurricane warning for the city. Frank glanced at it briefly, then shook his head.

“Doesn’t matter to me,” he mumbled. His basement was built to withstand anything.

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The doorbell didn’t stop. It kept ringing, over and over. Five minutes passed, then ten, then fifteen. Each ring grated on Frank’s nerves. Finally, he stomped back to the door, muttering to himself. He flung it open with a scowl.

“What?! What do you want?!” he barked, his voice echoing down the quiet street.

The girl stood there, calm, her eyes fixed on him. “You’re Frank, right? I need to talk to you,” she said.

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Frank narrowed his eyes. “Let’s say I am. Who are you, and why are you on my porch? Where are your parents?”

“My name is Zoe. My mom died recently. I don’t have any parents now,” she said, her voice steady.

“I couldn’t care less,” Frank snapped. He grabbed the edge of the door and started to push it closed.

Before it could shut, Zoe pressed her hand against it. “Aren’t you curious why I’m here?” she asked, her tone unwavering.

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“The only thing I’m curious about,” Frank growled, “is how long it’ll take you to leave my property and never come back!” He shoved her hand off the door and slammed it so hard the frame rattled.

The doorbell stopped. Frank peered through the curtains, checking the yard. It was empty.

With a deep sigh, he turned away, feeling victorious. Little did he know, this was only the beginning of his nightmare.

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The next morning, Frank woke up, grumbling as he dragged himself to the front door to grab his newspaper.

His jaw dropped when he saw the state of his house. Smashed eggs dripped down the walls, their sticky residue glinting in the sunlight.

Large, crude words were scrawled across the paint in messy black letters, making his blood boil.

“What in the world?!” he shouted, looking around the street, but it was empty.

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Grinding his teeth, he stormed back inside, grabbed his cleaning supplies, and spent the entire day scrubbing.

His hands ached, his back throbbed, and he swore under his breath with every stroke.

By evening, exhausted but relieved to see the walls clean, he stepped onto his porch with a cup of tea.

But his relief was short-lived. Garbage was scattered across his yard—cans, old food, and torn papers littered the lawn.

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“Stupid girl!” he shouted at no one in particular, his voice echoing through the quiet neighborhood.

He stomped down the steps, grabbed some trash bags, and began cleaning. As he bent to pick up a rotten tomato, his eyes caught a note taped to his mailbox.

He yanked it off and read aloud, “Just listen to me, and I’ll stop bothering you. —Zoe.” At the bottom, scrawled in bold numbers, was a phone number.

Frank crumpled the note and hurled it into the trash.

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The next morning, loud shouting woke him. He looked outside to see a group of people waving signs.

“Who the hell are you?!” he yelled, opening the window.

“We’re here for the environment! Thanks for letting us use your yard!” a hippie-looking woman called.

Fuming, Frank grabbed a broom and chased them off. Once they were gone, he noticed a caricature of himself drawn on the driveway with the caption, “I hate everyone.”

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On his front door was another note:

Just listen to me, or I’ll come up with more ways to annoy you.

—Zoe.

P.S. The paint doesn’t wash off.”

And again at the bottom was a phone number.

Frank stormed inside, slamming the door behind him. He grabbed the phone and dialed Zoe’s number with shaking hands. “Come to my house. Now,” he barked and hung up before she could respond.

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When Zoe arrived, her jaw dropped. Two police officers stood on the porch beside Frank, their expressions serious.

“What the—? Are you kidding me?!” Zoe shouted, glaring at him.

Frank folded his arms and smirked. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you? Guess what? You’re not.”

The officers cuffed Zoe. “You old jerk!” she yelled as they led her to the car. Frank watched, smug, believing this was the end of his troubles.

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The next day, the city issued a hurricane warning. The winds howled, bending trees and tossing debris down the empty streets.

Frank looked out the window as he prepared to head for his basement. His eyes widened when he spotted Zoe outside, clutching her backpack and stumbling against the wind.

“What are you doing out there?!” Frank shouted, flinging open the door. The wind nearly tore it from his hand.

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Zoe turned, her hair whipping around her face. “What does it look like?! I’m looking for shelter!” she yelled, her voice barely audible over the roar of the storm. “I have nowhere else to go!”

“Then come inside!” Frank barked, stepping onto the porch.

“No way!” Zoe snapped. “I’d rather face this hurricane than go in your house!”

Frank gritted his teeth. “You were desperate to talk to me yesterday. What changed now?”

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“I realized you’re a selfish, grumpy idiot!” Zoe shot back.

Frank had enough. He stomped down the steps, grabbed her backpack, and hauled her toward the door.

“Let me go!” Zoe screamed, twisting against his grip. “I’m not going with you! Let me go!”

“Are you out of your mind?!” Frank bellowed, slamming the door behind them. “Stay out there, and you’ll die!”

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“Maybe that’s fine! I have nothing left anyway! ” Zoe yelled, her face red. “And do you think your stupid house is some kind of fortress?!”

“My basement is fortified,” Frank growled. “It’s survived worse than this. Follow me.”

Zoe glared at him but hesitated. After a moment, she sighed and trudged after him toward the basement.

The basement was surprisingly cozy. It looked like a small, well-used living room. A single bed sat tucked in one corner, with shelves of old books lining the walls.

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A pile of paintings leaned against the far side, their colors muted by age. Zoe glanced around, unimpressed, then dropped onto the couch with a loud sigh.

“You wanted to say something? Now’s your chance,” Frank said, standing stiffly near the stairs.

“Now you’re ready to listen?” Zoe asked, raising an eyebrow.

“We’re stuck here for who knows how long. Might as well get it over with,” Frank replied, leaning against a shelf and folding his arms.

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“Fine,” Zoe said. She reached into her backpack, pulled out some folded papers, and handed them to him.

Frank frowned as he took them. “What’s this?”

“My emancipation papers,” Zoe said, her tone matter-of-fact.

Frank blinked. “What?”

“It’s so I can live on my own,” Zoe explained. “Without parents. Without guardians.”

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“How old are you?” Frank asked, squinting at the documents.

“Sixteen… almost,” Zoe replied, her voice firm.

“And why do you need my signature?” Frank asked, looking at her sharply.

Zoe met his eyes without hesitation. “Because you’re my only living relative. I’m your granddaughter. Remember your wife? Your daughter?”

Frank’s face paled. “That’s impossible.”

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“It’s very possible,” Zoe said with a cold laugh. “Social services gave me your address. When Grandma talked about you, I thought she was exaggerating. Now I see she didn’t tell me half of it.”

“I’m not signing this. You’re still a child. The system can take care of you.”

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“You’re joking, right?” Zoe snapped. “You were a terrible father and husband! You left Grandma and Mom to chase some fantasy about painting. Your art isn’t even good—I was better at five! And now, after all that, you won’t even sign a piece of paper to help me?”

Frank’s hands clenched. “It was my dream to be an artist!” he shouted.

“It was my dream too!” Zoe shot back. “But Grandma’s gone. Mom’s gone. And you’re the only family I have. You’re also the worst person I’ve ever met!”

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They sat in silence after that, the tension heavy in the room. Frank knew Zoe was right. He had been selfish. Back then, he had seen only his art, blind to everything else.

After two hours, Frank finally spoke. “Do you even have a place to stay?”

“I’m working on it,” Zoe muttered. “I’ve got a job. I still have Mom’s car. I can manage.”

“You should be in school, not figuring out how to survive,” Frank said.

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“Life doesn’t work out the way we want,” Zoe replied, her voice soft but firm.

For the next few hours, Frank sat silently, watching Zoe sketch in her notebook. Her pencil moved with confidence, every stroke purposeful.

He hated to admit it, but her art was bold, creative, and alive. It was far better than anything he had ever painted.

The radio crackled to life, its monotone voice announcing the hurricane had passed. The storm was over.

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Frank stood, his joints stiff, and gestured toward the stairs. “Let’s go up,” he said. Once upstairs, he glanced at Zoe and handed her the signed documents without a word.

“You were right,” he said, his voice low. “I was a terrible husband. A lousy father too. I can’t change any of that. But maybe I can help change someone’s future.”

Zoe stared at the papers for a moment, then slipped them into her backpack. “Thanks,” she said quietly.

Frank looked at her and nodded. “Don’t stop painting. You’ve got talent.”

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Zoe slung the bag over her shoulder. “Life decided otherwise,” she said, heading for the door.

“You can stay here,” Frank said suddenly.

Zoe froze. “What?”

“You can live here,” Frank said. “I can’t undo my mistakes, but I also can’t throw my own granddaughter out on the street.”

“Do you really want me to stay?” Zoe asked.

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“Not exactly,” Frank admitted. “But I think we might both learn something.”

Zoe smirked. “Fine. Thanks. But I’m taking all your art supplies. I’m way better than you.”

She turned toward the basement. Frank shook his head. “Stubborn and arrogant. You get that from me.”

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‘I Protest!’ My Wedding Was Stopped by My Mother-in-Law, but in the End, I Had to Thank Her for It – Story of the Day

I was sure he was the one. I imagined my wedding day a thousand times, picked my perfect dress, and chose all the decorations, food, and drinks. Successful in life, I could afford everything. But I never imagined my MIL would be the one to tell me the truth and save me from a huge mistake.

When I was little, I often imagined the day I would get married.

Growing up as an orphan in foster homes, it was hard to picture what my own family would look like. Sometimes, sitting by the window, I thought maybe I would never have a family.

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I wish I could go back and reassure little Penelope and tell her things would get better. I would have never believed back then that my own wedding would take place in such a beautiful setting.

A lot has changed since those days. I built a career from scratch and had everything I once lacked in my childhood.

For a long time, I couldn’t find that perfect prince I always dreamed of. But finally, I did, and the day of my wedding arrived.

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I sat in front of the mirror in my wedding dress, everything ready for the best day of my life.

The dress was a vision of white lace and satin, making me feel like a princess. Behind me sat Nellie, my best friend, fiddling nervously with the edge of her dress.

“I can’t believe it. I used to only dream of this day,” I said, my voice filled with wonder as I stared at my reflection.

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“Penelope! Why do you say that? You’re a beautiful woman. A wedding was only a matter of time for you,” Nellie said, trying to sound encouraging.

Her eyes, however, betrayed a hint of worry.

“I didn’t always think so… But Colin, he’s so wonderful. He loves me so much,” I replied, a dreamy smile spreading across my face.

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Nellie hesitated, her voice unsure. “Are you sure he’s the one? Have you ever had doubts?”

“What do you mean, Nellie? We’re getting married in a couple of hours and you’re asking me this? Of course, I’m sure! He’s the first who ever loved me,” I said, my tone a mix of surprise and irritation.

“Maybe he loves your success and money… That’s what I mean,” Nellie said softly, avoiding my gaze.

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“What!? No, he’s not like that,” I retorted, my heart beating faster with unease.

“Listen… I need to confess something…” Nellie started, her voice trembling.

“What is it?” I asked, my curiosity piqued, but my nerves frayed.

Just then, Colin’s father, Richard, peeked in. “Girls, hurry up, everything’s ready. Are you all set?” he asked, his booming voice breaking the tension.

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“Yes, almost,” Nellie replied quickly, standing up.

“Penelope, come out when you’re ready. Nellie, come with me, I need your help,” Richard instructed.

Nellie and Richard left, and I was alone again. I stared at my reflection, my thoughts a whirlwind.

What was Nellie going to say? Why now? She was acting very strange today. But I didn’t want these thoughts to ruin this day. The only thing that mattered was my wedding.

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Taking a deep breath, I tried to shake off the unease that had settled over me. I stood up, smoothed down my dress, and forced a smile.

This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, and I was determined to make it so.

The ceremony began. The hall was filled with people, all dressed in their finest clothes. The air was thick with anticipation and the scent of fresh flowers. Richard, Colin’s father, walked me down the aisle since I had no parents. I clutched his arm tightly, trying to steady my nerves.

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There were barely any guests on my side, just Nellie, whom I didn’t see as I walked. Something felt off, but Richard hurried me to the altar, his grip firm and reassuring.

As we reached the altar, I saw Colin waiting for me with a smile that made my heart skip a beat.

All my doubts seemed to vanish when I looked into his blue eyes. He looked so handsome in his suit, and his smile was so genuine.

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Sensing my nerves, he took my hands in his, his touch warm and comforting.

“You look beautiful,” Colin whispered, his eyes shining with emotion.

“Thank you,” I whispered back, feeling a bit more at ease. “I’m so happy.”

The priest cleared his throat, signaling the start of the ceremony. I took a deep breath, ready to begin.

It was time for the vows, and I offered to go first. I had so much to say to Colin, to thank him for his kindness and love.

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“Colin,” I began, my voice steady despite my nerves. “From the moment we met, you have been my rock, my comfort, and my joy. I promise to love you, to support you, and to stand by your side for the rest of our lives.”

Colin smiled, squeezing my hands. Then it was his turn. His vows were short. It was as if he was rushing. He seemed eager to get through them quickly.

“Penelope, you are my everything. I love you and I promise to be with you always,” he said simply.

Finally, the priest said, “If anyone here objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

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The room was silent. The priest was about to continue when suddenly, a voice shouted, “I protest!” It was my mother-in-law, Megan.

She stood in the middle of the hall, her face set with determination.

“I protest this marriage!” she repeated, her voice echoing through the hall.

Everyone was stunned. The guests turned to look at Megan, their faces a mix of shock and confusion.

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The priest paused the ceremony, and his brow furrowed in concern before he retreated to his office until we could resolve the issue.

The hall erupted in chaos. Guests were bewildered, their murmurs growing louder as they tried to understand what was happening.

Colin shouted at his mother, his face red with anger.

“Mom, what are you doing? This is insane!” he yelled, not letting her speak. Richard, looking equally furious, tried to forcibly remove her from the hall.

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“Get out, Megan! You’re ruining everything!” Richard demanded, grabbing her arm.

But I stepped forward, my voice firm. “Stop! Everyone, stop!” I said, raising my hands. “I want to hear what Megan has to say.”

The room fell silent, all eyes turning to me. Colin looked at me with a mixture of anger and desperation. “Penelope, you can’t be serious. She’s crazy!” he insisted.

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I ignored him and turned to Megan. “Please, go on,” I said quietly.

Megan took a deep breath, her eyes filled with determination. “Penelope, you’re making a mistake.

You need to stop this wedding before it’s too late. Colin doesn’t love you. He’s only after your money. That’s why he’s rushing this marriage,” she said, her voice trembling with urgency.

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Richard and Colin tried to silence her again. “Don’t believe her, darling. It’s all lies,” Colin pleaded, his eyes wide with panic.

It was hard to believe. My heart was pounding. What proof did she have? But why would she lie and embarrass herself in front of everyone? Could it be true?

There was no time to think. Megan had no evidence, and I wanted to trust Colin and accuse her of lying. But suddenly, Nellie burst into the hall, her face pale but resolute.

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“Wait!” Nellie shouted, supporting Megan. “Penelope, I need to tell you something.”

“What is it, Nellie?” I asked, my voice shaking.

“I wanted to tell you earlier, but Richard stopped me and forbade me from attending the wedding,” Nellie confessed, glancing at Richard.

“But I can’t stay silent while you’re being deceived. Colin has been cheating on you with me.

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Even after the bachelor party, he came to my place. He only cares about your money.”

The words hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt my knees go weak, and I had to steady myself on the altar. “Is this true, Colin?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Colin’s face turned ashen. “Penelope, it’s not what you think. I love you,” he stammered, but his eyes betrayed him.

I was in shock. Betrayal, anger, and heartbreak all washed over me at once. I listened to everyone, but their voices felt distant. I turned and fled the wedding, my heart shattered.

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How could I have believed such a man? And my best friend, nearly allowing me to make the biggest mistake of my life. I had no one left.

As I ran out of the hall, the only person who seemed to truly want to save me was Megan, my mother-in-law.

Her courage to stand up and speak the truth, despite the consequences, was the only thing that saved me from a lifetime of regret.

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Nearly a month passed since my wedding was called off. The days felt surreal, a blur of emotions and realizations.

I blocked Colin on everything; he tried to apologize and even stalked me for a while, but I didn’t want to see him.

Everything became painfully clear—he was only interested in my money. I still talked to Nellie, but our relationship was strained. I could never trust her like before. But when one door closes, another opens.

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The day I fled the wedding, a man named Tony saw me on the road. I was a mess, still in my wedding dress, tears streaming down my face. He pulled over, his concern evident. “Hey, are you okay? Do you need help?” he asked gently.

I looked at him, my vision blurred with tears. “I… I don’t know. I just need to get away,” I managed to say.

Tony nodded, offering a kind smile. “Hop in. I’ll take you somewhere safe.”

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I couldn’t refuse. He genuinely helped and supported me without knowing anything about my money or past.

He just wanted to help. Since then, we kept in touch, and he became bolder, asking me out. It was hard after Colin, but I decided to take a chance with Tony, and it paid off.

Sitting at dinner with him one evening, laughing genuinely, I realized that Megan screaming “I protest” had saved my life. Tony was kind, funny, and didn’t care about my status or wealth.

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He simply wanted to be with me for who I was. We talked about everything and nothing, sharing stories and dreams. For the first time in a long while, I felt truly happy and free.

As we finished dinner, Tony looked into my eyes and said, “Penelope, I’m glad I met you. I want to get to know you even more.”

“I feel the same way, Tony,” I replied, smiling. His sincerity was something I hadn’t experienced in a long time.

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Megan’s intervention, though shocking and painful, turned out to be a blessing in disguise. It steered me away from a disastrous marriage and toward a chance at real happiness.

Reflecting on everything, I felt grateful for Megan’s courage to speak out. She risked her relationship with her son to protect me. Now, I could finally look forward to a future filled with genuine love and trust.

One day, I decided to reach out to Megan to thank her for her bravery. We met for coffee and talked about everything that had happened. She was relieved that I understood her intentions.

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“Penelope, I only wanted what was best for you. I’m sorry it had to be so dramatic,” Megan said, sipping her coffee.

“I know, Megan. Thank you for looking out for me,” I replied, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. The tension I had felt melted away as we shared a genuine moment of understanding.

From then on, Megan and I developed a close bond. She became the mother figure I had always longed for, and I was grateful for her presence in my life. She provided advice, support, and most importantly, love.

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As for Tony and me, we took things slow, savoring every moment together.

We built a relationship based on mutual respect and love, something I never thought possible after Colin.

We enjoyed simple pleasures—walks in the park, quiet dinners, and endless conversations.

Looking back, I realize that sometimes the most unexpected events can lead to the greatest blessings.

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