Abusive Dad Novels & Stories

My father loses his frown for a second when he remembers how important it is for me, "Please. Elliot tore it apart." "My son?" the General asks from somewhere. "Yes, your stupid fucking son!" I reply, and my father grabs my arm, ordering me to apologize with his eyes, "I'm sorry. But yes, he did it. On purpose, I'm sure. He can't stand it when something doesn't go the way he wants it to. And he hates me. He is evil and abusive, I want to press ch…” My father drags me out of there before I can say anything else. Everyone looks extremely confused.

I would have run to them for help, but their conversation derailed that plan. "The beatings are becoming too frequent Frank, you need to reign in your temper." A nasally voice stated. I realized two things immediately. We were in Dr Boyle's clinic and the man he was talking to was my dad. Dr Boyle was a pudgy, bespectacled man with wispy hair that started in the middle of his head. There was something about him that I didn't like. Maybe it was the slightly creepy way he stared at me or maybe it was because he was dad's friend and helped patch mother up after an 'accident' because the ER asked too many questions. This man looked the other way while my mother was being abused. It didn't matter

his father tried to say, but an icy glance from Levi shut him up real quick. He picked up the bourbon again, took a long gulp and held it in his hands. "Let's call a spade a spade, shall we? You fucking abused me mentally, physically, verbally and emotionally and disguised it as fatherly love. And you know what's worse, Mom? You were there, for every punch, every belittling word he's ever said to me, every threat he's ever made against me. You witnessed it all. And you did nothing to stop it! I was so damn sure I'd never bring a child into this world because I never wanted to be an abusive parent like he was. But Natalie…Natalie makes me want to be a better person, and because of her, I'm wi

"This is Dad being patient? At what point, does he officially become impatient, mum? When he raises a fist to strike again?" "Alex!!!!". His mum screeches. Her face is splotchy and drained of color but most importantly, it tells me everything I want to know. Not only is the Van Lewis patriarch an asshole, he's also physically abusive. I glance at all the children, my brows furrowed in concentration. Is it only his wife he's abused? From his seat, he glowers at Alex, his fist tightening on the table. So it is true. Slowly, he turns his head and pins me with his hawk like gaze.

That happened like 16 years ago and everything feels so fishy. That single life of hers really ruined a lot of things for him. He was just a little boy whose mother's love was taken away from him. He suffered so much and his father is such an asshole, he deserved to die. I really thought that I was the only one that got such an asshole of a dad. But Adrian’s father is definitely worse. How could he sit back watching his son get raped repeatedly for two years? Damn it! I purse my lips as I run my other hand through my hair. Thinking about it makes me so angry.

“I don’t believe you drove drunk for no reason.” He hesitated for a while before answering. “Dad… he’s been abusive to Mom for years, ever since I was growing up. Even after she had an accident and ended up in a wheelchair, he still didn’t care. He cheated, brought women home like it was nothing.He didn’t care about Ray either, the only thing that mattered to him was having someone to carry on his legacy. Ray ran away from home, and he didn’t even blink.” He swallowed hard before continuing.

“Dad, what are you doing? Don’t bully me. Mommy is here. She won’t allow you to bully me!” Harold kept struggling, but he was still unable to escape from his father. He was carried over and thrown to Adina. “Mommy! Dad wants to beat me up!” Harold rushed into Adina’s arms. “Mommy, I’ll tell you this now. Dad is very bad. He always abuses me! If I misbehave, he will lift me up with a rope and beat me up. He will also lock me in the dark room and not give me food for a few days.”

The note remains where I dropped it, the ink now bleeding across the water-logged graph paper. “My father,” he begins, “was an abusive, alcoholic gambler with a pension for driving his fists into my mother’s face. She wasn’t much better.” He walks toward me, twirling the knife and extending its hilt in my direction. “When he got tired of beating her, he liked to take it out on me. But I liked to hit back.”

It’s as though it was much colder. Something’s changed. I noticed the shift immediately. Has Dad always been like this? Repeating the words she said. My mind immediately presented images to me. That’s true. I remember what she means. Dad has always been violent. He would beat up anything that unluckily got caught in his grip. A natural warrior, Mother praises. Unfortunately, when that natural warrior became a husband… he became older, he wasn’t able to participate in some pack things… He took his awful temper and skill into his home. But there was a stress reliever available.

I didn't know it wasn't me. It was him!!! He's such a sadist! He's such a ruthless, brutal, wicked monster. "He grew up in an abusive home. He grew up watching his father beat his mom up and him too" Nanny Emilia explained. "Are you trying to defend him? He's not his father!! He should have tried not to be like his father" I screamed as tears rolled down my cheeks.