Anger Dad Inside Out Novels & Stories

His voice dripped with mockery, eyes gleaming with something unreadable. I clenched my fists, the urge to punch him flashing through me. The way he spoke—so apathetic, so merciless—made my skin crawl. But I held back. What right did I have to judge him when I was no different? Then, Diamond turned to me, his expression darkening. "Don’t stop now, Dad. Keep going." His words came like a command, sharp and unwavering, as if I were nothing more than his puppet. The demand made something ugly twist inside me—anger, revulsion, maybe even shame. I could swear this wasn’t my son speaking to me right now, but a completely different person—one without a heart in his chest.

"Dad, Mom and Patrick are actually in love. You've been standing in their way for over 20 years. Don't you feel any shame? You've got nothing left to give us anyway. He's the only one who can give us a better life. "And just getting divorced isn't enough either. Patrick needs to know you've moved on, so you need to remarry. "Dad, do this for me and Connor. Once Patrick's happy, he'll actually be good to us." After I finish paying for my children's weddings and clear the mortgage, my wife brings her wealthy lover home. The whole family gangs up on me, demanding I divorce and remarry someone else. With no way out, I find someone and rush into a marriage. I figure I'll just live out a quiet

She was trying to guilt-trip me into giving in, but unfortunately, she had completely misjudged me. I slowly opened the door and looked down at them. "Aunt Ellen, your memory is terrible. I told you long ago that the person lying inside is my dad. Why would I save someone who has nothing to do with me?" I took out my phone and played the audio recording. "Your dad's illness is just a money pit!" "He doesn't have much time left anyway!" The familiar voices rang out again. Aunt Ellen's crying stopped abruptly, her face draining of color. The surrounding crowd erupted into contemptuous boos.

I stepped closer without thinking and my finger pointed at his chest, “now that I think about it you knew where I was when I was with Trevor and-” My dad’s voice cut through everything, “if it isn’t my favorite Englishman.” I froze and turned fast. Dad was walking up with a big smile and his hand was already out for a shake. Adam’s face went back to that blank professional look in half a second. He shook Dad’s hand and gave a short nod. “Alan. Good to see you.” My mum came up behind Dad but she didn’t smile. Her eyes moved over Adam once and then she looked straight at me, “we’re leaving now.”

Angel shook her head chuckling “He was pulling your leg while he got the chance.” “I am inclined to believe that too.” Mark nodded with a chuckle. “Why can’t we think of one if he has a theory?” Eric muttered in dissatisfaction before turning on Adam with a resentful gaze “Dad, you were too partial.” “What did I do?” Adam opened his palms innocently. “You gave him all the best genes and patched me up with the funny bone.” Eric twisted his face comically. Everyone burst out laughing lightening the heavy atmosphere that they brought along with them from Chris’s ward.

Adam face her, raising an eye brow. "I know the feeling," Dad nodded, "Trust me, I know." Dad, I must say, doesn't look like a day out of 50, so Andy being Andy, he groped dad's ass when dad was cooking last night. Right, it seems as if IT all just happened yesterday. Wait, it kinda did. "What?" Adam gasped, "He tried hitting on Mrs. Sanders?!" We snapped our heads towards him. "What?" What the heck's wrong with you, dude?

Adam didn't say anything, only followed me inside as I opened the door slowly. My dad was passed out on the recliner, a near-empty whiskey bottle tucked underneath his arm. I pretended like Adam couldn't see it too. As we made our way down the hallway and into my room, I tried to ignore Adam's staring at the door-less frame. The door to my bathroom had also been taken off the hinges, something he noticed as well. His jaw clenched as his hand traced the broken hinges.

I watched his face twist—horror, disbelief, desperation all crashing together. A sick kind of satisfaction hit me. He got it. He just couldn't handle it. I raised a brow, shoulders shaking with laughter. Couldn't help twisting the knife. "Like you see—this kid? His own dad didn't even want him. So what was the point?" I paused. Then I let it rip, every word sharp and cold through clenched teeth. "Of course I got rid of it."

I quickly sent a text to my bodyguard, Collins, in case he needed to intervene. Bless Ivor for hiring him. Else who would I have called? Every student was fucking recording instead of helping their fellow student. We reached there, and Annie's fist swung, immediately connecting with her father's cheek. He lost his footing, cursing out loudly, his hand cupping his cheek. “How dare you treat your daughter like that? Are you insane? She said she doesn't want to be married off. Is that hard to get into your old bloody skull?” Annie roared, her eyes narrowed into a slit; she was preparing to hit him again when Collins came up behind me.

"I sent the biggest Black bull queer some cookies and told him about your father. He smiled and accepted the cookies. Later, I heard your father was in the prison hospital with a torn colon." Adam and Allie look at their smiling mother and then start laughing. When he can stop laughing, Adam tells Alice, "Remind me not to get on your bad side, Alice. Wow. Does the 'Intern' know what happened to him?" "Yup, I sent her an anonymous letter with the information." "That's awesome. Good riddance," Adam remarks. Allie just giggles. They sit there quietly for a few minutes before, once again, their bodies announce the need for food. Allie and Adam burst out laughing. Allie tells her mother about bre