Dear Dad Movie Novels & Stories

He planned and killed his friend who gave him life? "No, No, My dad is nothing like you say. He is a loving dad. He ... No, No, Shiva. He has nothing to do with this. He is not like you think. He can't be." Dheeksha cried profusely. I really feel sad for her.

My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted out of my chest the second Dad killed the engine in the very last row of the Drive-In. The neon marquee behind us flickered pink and blue across the windshield—Double Feature: Rebel Without a Cause & Giant—but all I could focus on was the way the truck’s leather seat creaked under us as he turned toward me in the dark. Mom was three states away at some corporate retreat until Sunday night, and this whole “father-daughter bonding night” had been his idea. Classic movies, greasy burgers, just the two of us under the stars. Innocent. Sweet.

But right now, if someone where to ask me who I hate the most, the answer won't be a particular Everest. The tension in the hall was thick, My mom looks at me nervously as the sits with her legs crossed under her pencil skirt. My Dad maintains his stance as he cross his hand over his chest, trying hard to give me his strictest look. My hands are shaking as I the words I just heard kept echoeing in my ears. "This is for the good, Harley" my Dad says "Senator Campbell is a very decent human being and has taking a liking towards you" "He's Fifty" I murmur my breath this time because shouting the previous times didn't make any difference to the conversation.

And you have the nerve to think you're walking out of here with his belongings. I stared at him, completely blindsided. Dad was already buried. How could 100,000 dollars in charges just appear out of nowhere? I fumbled through my bag in a panic and pulled out the entire stack of receipts stamped with the funeral home's official seal, holding them out to him with shaking hands. "There has to be a mistake. My father was cremated seven days ago, and when his ashes were interred at the cemetery, your own people came along to verify it in person. His body isn't here, so how can there possibly be cold storage fees?

The place is occupied with hot ladies trying to apply more touch-up or gossip… or… Fuck. I gasp on walking into a lady, face buried between her partner’s thighs as she eats her pussy. The phone stops ringing before I can rush over to a calmer area. It starts buzzing again and I hastily pick it up. “Dad, we’re sorry we just stepped out—” “We’re in the hospital,” he heaves a loud sigh, his voice seems drained. “What?!” I groan and turn to be sure I didn't scare anyone. “I’m sorry… your mum relapsed.”

Before I even hear the familiar footsteps of Brian and recognize his addictive scent, Dad is already out of his chair, standing up. His shoulders tighten while he does something with his throat. “Brian,” he greets him with a cold tone. Brian stops in his tracks and stares at Dad. “Dean.”

♡SRISTE POV♡ I'm happy as dad finally agreed to me for study in another city at the same time I was quite depressed and upset too because to live without my parents was quite difficult thing dad : take care princess me : sure dad you too take care mom you too dad : sure princess don't forget to call and message dont work hard just enjoy me : love you dad you're the best dad : love you too sweetie mom : we love you the most princess me : I know mom

DAMIEN “Alright, Dad,” I said, leaning against the wall of the study. “Let’s hear it. Grandpa says you tried to kill him. Care to explain?” My father’s head snapped up, his expression flipping between disbelief and annoyance. “He said what?” “You heard me,” I replied, crossing my arms. “He says you plotted to kill him for the company.” Dad groaned and ran a hand over his face, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a curse. “Damien, your grandfather has always been dramatic, but this? This is a new low.”

“That’s why I said so.” Dad smiled and tapped my head. “I didn’t know that my boy has grown up that’s fast. Thank you for opening my eyes. I promise I won’t hurt her just like you requested, Okay?”, He said “Thank you, Dad.” “I might have said to kill her, and also, I wasn’t fond of her since the beginning, but I am not cruel to kill my own daughter. So, don’t worry.” “I love you, Dad.” “I love you too, son.”. He said and gave me a side hug. Once he left, the smile which I had on my lips vanished. I didn’t know that my father was such an amazing actor! Like he seriously thought that I could trust him that easily? . #TBC

I replied then he asked each of us questions. We decided to watch a movie like the old times. I was happy, beyond excited. My dad was sober and I had a chance to help my family. By the time we all retired to bed, we were exhausted. We binge watched one of mom’s favorite movies. There was a lot of crying and reminiscing involved but at least, dad didn’t bolt at the mention of mum’s name. Maybe God finally answered my prayers. I thought as I drifted asleep.