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We had dated from the ages of fifteen and sixteen to twenty and twenty-one. Although the breakup was painful, we had always remained on good terms. I knew we weren't meant for one another after that faithful night at my party. I shook my head to try and rid myself of the embarrassing memories. "Why is your grandfather mad at your dad?" I asked casually. "Haven't you seen the news? He totaled one of the cars with two hookers in it. The problem was the press caught wind of what they were doing to him in that car!" My eyes widened, apparently, Mr. Grimes really hadn't changed much.

Dad yelled as and wanted to descend on mr chad but mum was quick to stop him she held dad's hand. "Gary don't, this issue is so complicated right now, true what mr chad did was So evil it's totally against the law, but we should consider the positive side of this matter, we should be grateful that chad rescued our child whom we thought was lost." Mum said and I blenched,

Though I didn't know how I get to my room, I didn't ponder into it especially when the past events hit me with a force stronger than the pains on my body and the ache in my head, I could still feel my vision spinning, probably from loss of blood. My dad had turned into a Monster. Did he hate homosexuality that much, to the point he was willing to kill his son, I cringed at the thought? Perhaps it was the effect of the toxic substances in his system. I brought my head up to my head and touched a white bandage wrapped neatly around it. My face traced down to my face but flinched when I touched the cuts afflicted. Dad nearly killed me, my eyes widened again and he said he killed my mom, was tha

CHAPTER SEVENTY - SEVEN “We gather here today to honor and remember a remarkable man, Mason Knightley. As his loving daughter, I am forever grateful for the privilege of being his child, and for the profound impact he had on my life and the lives of many others. My father's love and support were unwavering. He embraced his role as a father with unwavering dedication, and despite his work line which made him absent from time to time, he was always there to guide, support, and encourage me in everything I pursued.” Chloe paused and sniffed hard, fighting off the tears as she remembered the only time her Dad didn't support her decision and how terribly things ended for her.

"Carl Stone has passed away. This is his son, Evan Stone. My father's hospital bill was settled when the hospital released his body. Kindly be more thorough when verifying your records." I only bothered sending this message to ensure that I had evidence to back myself up. Besides, the hospital had completed its end of the paperwork for Dad's death certificate. Weren't their systems connected internally? How could they claim we owed them money when he was already dead? That made no sense at all.

D: Call me Me: Password please D: Martial Arts I look at Kayla, "He knew the password. I will call him". I tap his contact info, then call and my dad picks up on the first ring. "Hey hon! How you doing?" I said, "I'm doing great dad. You should see what we're capable of now". My dad says, "I have seen. Gabriel has been sending us thumb drives with videos on them. We are so proud of you." I start to feel tears forming as I realize how much I miss my family, "So, what's up?" My dad says, "Sweetie, the council is coming to get testimonies and to do their investigation. We need you here for that."

He follows me down, covers the world around us with his shadow, and makes a promise I feel, not hear: Now that your dad is flying out, you’re done pretending. End of Chapter 5

I asked. Dad averted his gaze but stated firmly, "Your status as my son is irrelevant. If you're going to act shamelessly, don't be surprised when people call you out! I'm still your father at the end of the day, so if you return the money to your brother and relink the 'Family Sharing Account,' I'll let this whole thing slide." Dad assumed that I was intimidated, and a hint of desperation crept into his voice. In that instant, the last bit of sentiment I had toward Dad vanished entirely. I whispered something to the receptionist at the front desk, who took the flash drive from me and hurried away.

Her face crumpled,sadness flashing before she masked it. "Mum, I'm sorry, I didn't mean…" "No, it's okay." She wiped the tears sliding down her cheeks. "You're right anyway. It's been ten years since your dad left us. Guess it's high time I move on." I crossed the room, pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "I love you, Mum." Then I left, the weight of her quiet sob following me out. Getting to school early had never been my thing. That changed the moment Professor Marcellus took over our elective, Desire and the Body: Reproduction, Sexuality, and Power in Literature.

When I start middle school, Dad quits his job to become my full-time study coach. He devotes every ounce of energy to monitoring my academics and refuses to let a single distraction near me. My best friend in middle school has average grades, so Dad goes straight to his parents for a talk. "My son is going to a top school. Don't let your kid's low IQ rub off on him." I lose my closest friend after that, and the rest of my classmates start keeping their distance too. In high school, the class rep asks me a math question one day, and Dad sees it happen. Without a word, he slaps her across the face. "Already flirting with boys at your age? I'll have the principal expel you! "Just asking a