Abusive Dad Novels & Stories

Dad responds sardonically, examining his fingers through his hair for a sign of blood, I guess. Does he think this is a joke? “How could you?” I mutter; my vision blurred with tears. “I thought my father was worse, but you are even beyond prediction.” “Madison,” Dad starts, just as Mom sternly warns, “Do not.” “No, Mom. This man is not okay,” I sob. “He’s not okay, Mom.” Can’t she see she’s living with an abuser? “Maddie!” Dad calls, only this time he sounds remorseful and pleading.

He asked ahd was about to hit her but she held his hand tight and stood up from the floor. “I have had enough of your abusive character! What have I done to you? Ever since mom left you’ve turned me into your punching bag! Do you know how many times I was told to leave you? But I refused with the hope that one day you will stop treating me this way and just recognize that I am your daughter! I was hoping that you will stop treating me this way! But I guess I was wrong.” Valerie didn’t know the kind of confidence that clouded her and bade her finally speak up to her dad.

He had been doing it for a long time. I had always known that there was something weird about their relationship, that he always made her sad. But I never imagined that he had been abusing her. My dad had been fucking abusing my mom! Rage boiled within as I snapped my gaze at him. “Why?” I growled. “Violet dear, you are not feeling well. Why don’t you go back to your room and rest? Your mom and I will come to you later.” He said softly and that only infuriated me more.

I had to kindle that. "My father was an abusive man. He beat my mother and me. He even hit my little sister sometimes. Maybe worse than that, he was a narcissistic and vindictive manipulator. In the stress of that situation, Mom and I...well we fell in love." Julia's jaw dropped. She listened, riveted.

He withdrew from me and rested back on the couch with his men standing at the back. He lighted up his cigarette and began smoking profusely causing me to choke as I coughed. “Remember In a week, I will be back.” He said in a deep tone and left with his men as I struggled to stabilise my breath. Tears dripped from my cheeks while I struggled. How could Dad do this to me? He never loved or cared about me otherwise he wouldn't have done such an abrupt thing. He hadn't been long, he died and Romano and his men had been coming to see me with threats. Each time they came, they left me in a dishevelled state.

He whispers grazing his thumb back and forth on the back side of my hand. I take in a deep breath as I get ready to tell him about my story, not because I need to, but because I want to. “My dad was an alcoholic. He would go to clubs, bars, and gamble money but he always came home empty handed. If he ever won, he would spend it all on alcohol or on other women. My mom was a painter, but because my dad quit his job she had to get another job that would pay the bills. According to my mom, my dad used to be loving towards her, but ever since I was a child I remember him emotionally and physically abusing her. Sometimes when she would be at work he would lock me in a room and not give me anythin

Then, staring at her dad with determination, “It’s either you let her go, or I shall call the cops on you.” ** ** ** ** ** ** Aiden couldn’t understand why his mate was so angry with him. Had she really thought he’d allow her to go back to an abusive father? He couldn’t help but believe that had he had a daughter, he wouldn’t dare hurt her. How could any being hurt their flesh and blood? Besides, women tended to be fragile. Fragile? He could imagine his mom raising disbelieving eyebrows at him. She was one strong witch after all, and also the fated mate of the alpha ultra.

I questioned Dad curiously. "He wasn't a good guy, dear. He was ruthless, merciless, and very crooked. He used to treat the pack people as his slaves. He was selfish, to satisfy his manly desires he used to rape young girls, even kids." Dad said the last line in a low tone. And I gasped hearing that. My hand covered my mouth in horror.

He accepted the mug and took a long sip, eyes distant. “Tell me more,” I said quietly. “About your father. About what happened after Marcus.” Aiden stared into his coffee like it held answers. For a long time, I thought he’d shut down. Then the words came, slower and heavier than yesterday. “My father wasn’t just abusive. He was strategic. He’d build me up in front of investors, my brilliant son’ then destroy me in private for the smallest mistake. Grades. Sports. Anything. When I started my first company at twenty-two, he tried to sabotage it. Called in favors, spread rumors. Said it was to ‘toughen me up.’” Aiden’s grip tightened on the mug. “I cut him out completely after that. Haven’t sp

"I was sad, terribly sad, I always felt everyone was against me. No one loved me and wanted to associate with me. My dad continued to abuse me for years. Whenever he caused a mess, I would have to cover up for him. I even kept his secrets from the mafia because he was meant to be the Don at that time, but he was so irresponsible. To everyone, he was a good man, but to me, he was the worst human I have ever met, but he was my father. I feared him so much and didn't dare to talk back to him or reciprocate whenever he hit me, I just stayed there and let him do whatever he wanted to me because he seemed to find pleasure in hitting me." "How can he find pleasure in hitting you?" Lena asked. "He s