Abusive Dad Novels & Stories

Not a single emotion crossed his features as I spoke. "I want you to know that your abuse has not just hurt me, but it has hurt our entire family. You have torn us apart with your anger and your violence, and it is time for that to stop. It is time for you to take responsibility for your actions, for all the terrible shit you've done. I want you to know that I am done with you. I am done with your abuse, your manipulation, and your cruelty. I am a strong, capable woman, and I will not let you or anyone else bring me down. I am taking back my power, and I am standing up for myself. So, Dad, I hope you hear me loud and clear. I am done with you. It's time for me to move on and to live my life

“My aunt was right when she said that this pack used to be really toxic. It wasn't a small issue. It was really toxic and that is why most packs till now don't want to have anything to do with us.” “They think that we are still like that,” I muttered. “Yes, you're right.” He said. He turned over and placed me on his chest. He started to run his hands through my hair, and I noticed that that helped him to calm down. “My dad's family were all abusive. His parents, his brother, everyone. My dad used to beat my mum that I lost my sibling that I never met.” Oh my gosh. “I was there that night but he didn't see me. He would usually hit her when I was not there, but he would shout at her whether I

Inilipat ni Elllie ang kanyang timbang sa kaliwa ng bench. Isang pulgada na lang. Oo, ngayon ay mahuhuli na niya ang lahat ng mga salita na sinasabi ng dalawang ina. “I swear to you, Susan, kung kaya ko, ako na mismo ang kukuha ng trabaho bilang yaya na iyon. Si Tyler Hernandez ang pinakaHOT na single dad sa buong paaralan. At saka, mayaman siya." Ang babaeng may pixie-cut at dreamy na mga mata ay parang hihimatayin pa ata.

" I'm fine, Mom, I feel much better here than I did there.” " Son, I know that your father was perfect and I will never discuss this, but you have to understand that there will never be a man like him, this comparison will never be…” " You say it over and over again, Mom, but I never thought Dad was perfect, you know. He was a good man, a good father, a good husband, a good citizen, but a man like any other. I know that you were happy with my father and for that reason you accept everything that Gerard puts you through. You are the one who compares them and will compare any man to my father. You are the one who accepts an abuser because you think that other than my father, any man will be an

He wraps his fingers around mine and taps three times as he stares at the wall in front of him. "I still remember how bad it hurt and dad whispering it's because he loves me so much. He would always tell me how handsome I was, and how much he loved my body. Then he started sneaking into my room on a night to spend time with me. I would go to school limping and that's when my mum noticed. She would try to protect me but then dad would just beat her until she couldn't help. She then started doing hardcore drugs and lost all of her fight. Dad would rape me in front of her while she was too out of her mind to do anything. I hated myself so much. I slowly felt myself loosing friends, loosing hope

When I looked up, Abby was there. Oh, what now? ‘What's up?’ I asked. ‘Nothing I just wanted to make sure you’re ok, you seem.. Very distracted’. I just shrugged. ‘Seriously, what's wrong?’ ‘Nothing just.. Personal shit going on with my family’. ‘Anything I can help with?’ Ha, no. she's the reason dad is being so weird with me now. Of course, i didn’t say that, so instead, I just shook my head. ‘No, No you can’t. Don’t worry, it will blow over soon, I'm sure’. That was a lie, I wasn’t sure. Dads never been like this before or acted this way, it's almost homophobic and I never, ever thought that of dad.

At least for me because I needed to watch every single word that came out of my mouth for him. Mom and I tried to make dad understand that he's not a good match for me but No! my greedy dad just wants the wealth he will get from this marriage. "I am her father! I can see what's good or bad for my daughter, he is a wealthy man he can give her a better life." Father yelled not sounding concerned about me, at all. "Money is not everything, she needs us, someone whom she can trust." "You bitch-" "Dad!" I interrupted them, I hate my father a lot especially his habits of using abuse words when he can't win an argument. Seeing us, standing there, listening to their talks father slammed his hands on

he smiled then there was a long pause before he resumed talking “You and your mum just seem to have a couple of rough patches that most families experience but with my dad I have never really felt like I have a father” “He is my only family but still a stranger to me” he let out a dry chuckle “He is never home and comes once a year during the summer where he comes to make sure my life is hell. He is an abusive narcissist who wants to control my life decisions, his way of being a father is to throw money at me nothing else” “I don’t think there is anyone I have ever hated the way I hate him” he turned to me and my heart broke for him. I thought he had a perfect life, I saw him as the rich boy

You see before we moved we were surrounded by family daily so my dad's abuse was just verbal, but once he moved us to our new pack, we were away from everyone we knew and loved, and that was when the abuse turned violent. My dad always says that he moved us here because my mother wanted a fresh start but I don't believe that for a second. If I had to guess, I would say that he moved us here to allow his abuse to escalate without family members being able to get involved. He's a nasty bully and I'm almost certain that he was the reason for my mom's death.

But I was really worried and curious. Why now? My father owned a thriving oil and gas company, Ignite Resources. It was very popular and had many international collaborations. We were billionaires. Everything was going so well, till it wasn’t. My father wanted an heir to take over the company, but my mom birthed two girls instead, Stella and I. They tried over and over again, but to no avail. Dad started getting impatient and became abusive. Mom would wake up with bruises, every mistake equals beatings but never tried to defend herself because she was much smaller than him. She didn’t do anything to protect herself, until one night she talked back at him.