Abusive Dad Novels & Stories

My heart screamed loudly, and my eyes widened at what dad said. "He's a terrible psychopath." continued father. "It's not just buying and selling weapons and prostitution. Our informants say that it's also very easy for him to kill people who bother him. Especially women who spend the night with him and turn into parasites in his life." There was no other answer from them, all that remained was a brief silence while my breath caught. There is disbelief inside me .. the man who always throws seduction and temptation at me .. the man who puts his hand gently on my skin, with all his charm .. and I only know him as a tough man who is actually fragile because of his childhood trauma .. he couldn

My Dad shook his head, "I know that you married Fabian Collins, The Billionaire guy! So where is he? I'm going to talk to him." "No, he is not going to give you any money! What do you think of him, a bank?! You know what? I disowned you as my father! All you think about is money! You do not care about me as your daughter!" Dad hit me hard in the face, and I cried out in pain. “You owe me your life, Abby! Remember that!” The edge of my lips was cut, and it was slowly bleeding. Then Fabian came in and saw me rubbing my face and Fabian's expression darkened and grabbed my Dad’s collar very tightly and asked in a loud and menacing voice.

I answer while watching Dad's eyes shift from confused to irritated. "That monster and his buddy raped my receptionist until she was a bloody unconscious mess to try to get me to spill about your whereabouts, Amber. And when that didn't work, he damn near broke every bone in my body. He started with my fingers and worked his way to bigger bones. Do not tell me I don't know him. I know him! He is a monster," Dad snaps, and white-hot anger surges through me. The new pull in my chest tightens, and I almost cuss at my father for his hateful words, but I manage to take a deep breath. The defensive instinct dims a bit, but I can still feel it.

Other than that, nada. "Don't give me that kind of look, Cece." dad insisted. "that is why you have to stay away from him. Because if I saw that man even ten meters away from you, regardless of what approach first, I'm gonna rip his bones and pull his heart. And you know who I am when I got furious. Do you understand?" Dad indeed was the worst among other fathers that I know of. He may be protective of me and mom but it was too much to the point that he once killed a middle-aged man in front of my eyes.

“You have twenty four hours to find the bastard of a journalist who published this and bring him to me.And the so called eye witness the FBI have.I don’t care how you do it,Stan. Turn the city upside down if you have to and spare no costs.I want the cunt squirming in his blood and begging as I wrangle his life out of him with my bare hands.”,dad’s voice had a dangerous edge to it. I shivered at the tone of his voice. I knew what dad was out for...blood. Whoever was behind this had attacked Dad where it hurts the most and I was very sure of the fate that awaited him,if he was found. Stories of dad’s brutality had drifted to my ears over the course of the years,and I wasn’t surprised.

he suddenly says. "What do you know about love? You don't seem like someone who's been in many relationships." I say. "True, I've never loved or dated a girl before. All I ever had was my mom. She's Canadian and my abusive dad, British. He was a drunk, abuser, and a vile man who constantly beat up my mom. I grew up watching him do it. Hate is all I've ever felt for him. He never paid the bills but beat money out of my mom for more drinks.

He sounded more frustrated than angry. "Dad, there's nothing to understand. Anabel isn't like her father - she's a beautiful, kind woman with good feelings, loving..." I could make an enormous list of my girlfriend's qualities. "Full of qualities, I get it. What the hell did he do to her that bothered you so much?" And here I thought it would be easy to get information from my father - he was the one extracting all the information from me. "He abuses her, Dad. Physically. He's even locked her up. Among many other things." I thought that would be enough for my father to understand.

Dad always had a bad temper, exasperated by his fighting career. Dad was abusive to mom, and after she couldn't take it anymore, she left us. She had me swear not to ever get with a man that couldn't handle his anger right before she disappeared from my life. I was 10 at the time, and dad had gone in one of his fights. I stayed home alone for a while before dad arrived. He was furious, hitting walls and calling her name like it would make her appear before him. He became a real drunk after that. "Don't worry he's fine. Dad always huffs and puffs, but never does anything. He's more bark than bite. Lucas just knows how to get under his skin." Lisa assured me, but it didn't calm the nerves in m

her father demanded, snapping his fingers like she was his pet. I could feel her quiver in fear. Her father terrified her. He had clearly been verbally and mentally abusive to her over the years. I had no idea what would make a father hate his daughter so much, but I would ensure that in the years to come she only knew love and peace.

She notices my tense hand and my reluctance. " I'm sorry. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." I squeeze her hand gently and smile. " It's not that." I push her strands behind her ear and twirl the end of the strand around my finger. " Well, you might like my brother. He already likes you and he hasn't even met you yet. He's great, probably better than me. My dad, there's really not much to talk about. He was a great man, also an asshole. He was a drunkard and would hit us, me especially and even my mom when we were young. He was an abusive cunt."