Abusive Dad Novels & Stories

Alex asks softly, his expression searching. Something about this man seems to compel the truth out of me and I find myself telling Alex things I have never shared with anyone. "My dad," I begin. "Well, he had a bit of a problem with drink, mostly wine actually. He would come home from work and start with a glass, 'to relax' he would say, and then that would turn into a bottle or two. Some nights he would fall asleep in front of the TV, but most nights he would get angry and abusive. Mostly it was just verbal, but every once in a while he would lash out at my mother." I can feel that Alex's posture has gone rigid and I can feel the anger rolling off of him.

He asked. My father is usually very lenient when it came to my brother and I, however I don't usually stay out late. I hadn't realized it had been hours. I was so engrossed in my thoughts and by everything that had happened today. "Dad, I-" How do i explain to my father that the people he entrusted Emelia's care to, were abusing her? My father hates abuse. He is an amazing Alpha and respects his pack memebers. "Liam?" His voice started to trail off

Dad opened the door. I stood there stunned as my father looked at me with the scowl that was pretty much his permanent expression. As we stood there in awkward silence, I looked at my father and felt that familiar wave of anger rise up. My father was a possessive drunk who'd been verbally and emotionally abusive to my mother for years. I imagined physically as well, although mom denied that. I often thought she was lying to me so I wouldn't do anything stupid. Returning my father's distasteful stare, I again thanked God I didn't resemble him at all. Dad had dark hair and eyes, with a hint of an olive tone to his skin, whereas I had inherited mom's big blue eyes, blond hair and fair skin. Dad

Fine. "My father was an abusive bastard. He beat up my mother every fucking day. I used to take the abuse for her, but he still hurt her, if not with fists then with words." His jaw clenched and unclenched. Tension turned palpable in the air like dreary dark storm clouds.

He and I were close friends, which was why he gave me such shit at the bonfire about not being eighteen for a drink. One thing that not many people know is that while he was the fun guy and jokester, he had a fucking shit life growing up. His father was abusive, his mother did not care one bit about his well-being but made sure he knew his place in case he ever decided to tell anyone. There was very little abuse that he did not suffer over the years. Alpha Dominic caught his father beating him within an inch of his life one night. That night, Dustin’s life changed. His parents were detained and tried. Dustin ended up with a loving adoptive family who helped him heal.

His grip tight, strong and painful, making my every struggle to get up from his lap futile. “who the hell are you guys? What the fuck did you do to my dad? and why? I swear I will kill you all? Bloody asshole, leave me. Leave me you fucking bastard.” The determination to get out of his grip was at its peak and I thrashed in his hold, I didn’t realise my dad had regained consciousness.

Anibe : and they are from the same Daniel's dad, I recognized one of them Mom: what is the problem with this man? Is he insane? And why would he attack your friend? Me: when dad removed him, I think he replaced him with Andy's father. He's just trying to take revenge Mom: he's a psychopath. A real psychopath. Wasn't he the one who stole from us in the first place? Anibe: mom you said dad is on his way? She rubbed her forehead then sat down Mom: yes. He's already in the plane. He'll be here in a few hours

Something flashed in my brain and I remember the first day we met. " Why are you doing this? ," I asked " let's just say I know a lot about abusive fathers," he replied His dad must have been abusive if he got so angry at just the mention of him. I washed my face and decided to go to bed. Maybe I can get him to tell me about it.

"Mr. Carter, Edith is missing. I can't reach her no matter what I try. Could you please help me look for her?" "Don't play the same trick twice," Dad said, forcing his temper down, though his tone was cold. "Beatrice, for your father's sake, I won't hold this against you. But you'd better stop being friends with someone like Edith. And don't contact me about anything involving her." He hung up while she was still speaking, refusing to listen, just as he had always refused to listen to me. I drifted in front of him, staring at the expression of pure disgust on his face. How could he hate me so much?

My father's addiction was the usual topic, so I took the towel and went to take a bath, when I left the hallway to go to the space I had in common with my parents, I stopped when I heard the most paralyzing phrase of all: "If Abel doesn't change, I'm going to report him and turn off the tap." "Bruce," my mother's plea was clear in his voice, "there's no need to threaten..." "Do you call that threatening? The man has become a human dispossession, he accuses me of taking money from him that never fell into my hands, he does not support his family, nor does he take responsibility. Both you and Emma herself must organize themselves to eat, have everything ready since he does not lift a finger.”