Abusive Dad Novels & Stories

It was clearly obvious who the real bully was as she was literally shaking and sobbing silently next to Damien who was trying hard to keep up with the chilly pressure my dad excluded. “ Huh, brave kid. Standing up for your woman.” Dad sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. “ Arghhhhhhhh!!! I should stop. Can't be bully kids now can I ?? ” he laughed as he turned to leave. “ But the next time you or your bitch come near my daughter, I will kill you I promise you that ” He growled as the air got thicker and I swore my armrest had a thin layer of ice spreading. Who the hell are you Dad???

This was when Jacob’s voice turned steely, and his gaze turned fierce, “I never saw her that way when she was a child, okay?! Don't you dare fucking label me like that." This was not going to end well.... "I think labelling you a pedophile is pretty fair considering what you've done," Dad shot back, his anger boiling over, “You took advantage of my daughter, engaged in this deceitful game behind my back, all while pretending to be my friend and even allowed your shitty ex to insult my Evelyn. And now, you have the audacity to show no remorse for your actions? What the hell is wrong with you? I think it’s not even your fault—I should've realized that getting adopted into a good family doesn't

If he really did remember who I was and was genuine about being friends, I’m sure he would hate to hear how my life was while he was bullying me. “Wait, your Dad wouldn’t let you get a job? Why not?” I tossed more fries in my mouth. “He didn’t want me to have my own money and leave.” “Damn, what kind of guy was your Dad?” This was my chance. “He was an abusive alcoholic.” His eyes popped out of his skull. “Isla, what the hell? Why didn’t you ever tell anyone?” I feigned ignorance. “Why do you assume I never told anyone?” “I mean, well, yeah I assume you didn’t…”

I couldn’t see his stare, but I could feel it hot on my flesh. “Dad was a fucking asshole. He was a psychopath who only cared about money and power and getting more money and power. He didn’t give a shit about us as people, but free labor. He didn’t care about Mom. He’d cheat on her all the time. I’m like him in more ways than I want to admit—but you are nothing like him.” I finally found the courage to look at him again. “You’ll be fine, Bastien.”

She was living with them and we were to join her. Rose broke down about witnessing the abuse and so did I. Dad was a sick son of a bitch and he drank all the time. He always made fun of mom about her weight and looks. She tried to please him but nothing worked. I sighed as I talked to Jake Cooper on the phone after Rose. We were going there in two days and I worried they would hurt her like my father did. He listened as I talked and shushed me sweetly when I broke down crying telling him everything. The guard came In and hugged me and I sobbed pathetically in his huge chest. He rubbed my back murmuring that everything will be fine now and no one would hurt us ever again.

Not minding the wetness there from my spilled milk, the floor still wet. "Oh my God, this could've easily been me." I muttered , thinking about it all. "I mean, he had… he started. He allowed, and made all those people other people in his house that called themselves family, made them all abuse me. For years!" They took advantage of me. Trampled upon and countlessly schemed against me. Used me! My father , Victor Mackwell was an abuser and an enabler! But to take it outside? To do it to someone else as well? Several people, even leading to death??

"It's fine, Sophie. You don't have to apologize. Something's clearly wrong, and I want to help. What happened? Why did you leave the dance so abruptly last night? And is your father home?" I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. "Come upstairs, and I'll explain everything," I said, leading her to my room. Charlotte put her hand on mine as we sat down on my bed. "You can trust me, Sophie. I'm here for you." I nodded and decided to open up to her and tell her everything. "Dad had not always been like this. He was one of the most loving and caring people I know. That was until Mom died. After losing his mate, Dad turned to the opposite of Mom and would blame me for everything and abuse

I'm just huge, and Rebel. I really don't want her to think I would ever hurt her. Melancholy, I take a deep breath and force out words. "This isn't an easy thing to tell you, but... I grew up with a very abusive dad." Rebel stills. I await her reaction. This is the part of the story that isn't that dark yet. Yet it warms me when Rebel strokes my arm, tracing my blood vessels with her fingertips. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. I can't even imagine what it's like. My mom has always been strict, but she has never hurt me. So I can't possibly understand the hell you must have gone through."

"At first, no, but after Dad did, she began to retaliate. When Dad found out she was dating her boss, he got very angry and lost control. That's when the violence started between us. Especially when Dad suspected that Tora wasn't his biological child. The more Dad hated and couldn't control himself, the worse it got. It was the darkest phase in Dad's life and never improved afterward." "But you're happily married to her..." accused Tera. "With a lot of nightmares? With a lot of longing for the past? With a lot of longing for the children? Of course, happily doesn't always belong to the sinner..." Thomas Vic gently rested his cheek on his child's hand, his old face filled with profound sadnes

I am broke but dad might pay me so much today anyway and she deserves something nice. Her brows tensed when she saw it. Ever since dad remarried, mom refused to talk. He beat the words out of her till she was mute. Father is very abusive and because he’s rich and ‘a face’ to the public, we dare not say a word or else he’d make our lives more miserable than it already is and I don’t want to imagine how that will be.