Death By Dad Farts Book Novels & Stories

He had been dead for hours. Nate couldn’t move for a moment and just stared at his father’s dead body. His father was dead. “Fuck…dad…what the fuck happened,” he cried. His voice echoed through the walls of the empty house. He frantically reached for his phone and called 911. A few minutes later, the police and paramedics showed up. Nate was starting to feel uneasy as his father was a Mafia King. What if the police ask him questions about it? To his relief, the police didn’t ask him anything like that. The paramedics announced that his father died of a heart attack. Nate couldn’t help but laugh in his head. His father, the leader of one of the largest criminal organization, was dead because

The place where the lowest of the low ended up, addicts, prostitutes, disease. Dad ended the call. Vanessa went white as bone. Dad grabbed her by the hair and ran. The car stopped at the mouth of the alley. The smell hit them first, raw and rotting, urine and blood and something deeper, older, impossible to name. Dad kicked open the door to number 318. He saw something he would never be able to forget for the rest of his life.

He could not accept that it was his own fault, that his obsession with appearances and his terror of being laughed at had driven his own son to death. The day of the funeral, snow fell thick and heavy and blanketed everything in white. Not many people came. Only Uncle Ray’s family and a small group of relatives attended.

The next second, he doubled over against the wall, dry-heaving violently as if he were going to throw up his own lungs. He kept muttering in a broken voice, "No… This is impossible… Ewan…" The young police officer who had been staring at Dad all along shot him a look as sharp as a knife. His voice dripped with anger and contempt as he said, "You call this a prank? Your child has been dead for more than three days and you didn't even notice. How do you call yourself a father?"

He laughed and patted my back more affectionately. "You are alive!!" I was so happy because of that, my brain didn't work well. "No." He furrowed his brows. "You are dead." He let out a defeated sigh. "What do you mean?" I asked him disbelievingly. "Look at down." I followed my dad's gaze and found my lifeless body is lying on the ground but what I saw next made me furrow my brow even deeply. "How did it die?" I pointed my finger towards the lifeless body of the monster that is lying beside me. My father smiled and said, "It was suicidal. He drank all your blood that caused his death."

We arrived early that morning and by midday we were lazing around in my dad's living room. I was seated next to Damien even as my father narrated some of his humorous stories about my childhood to my husband. I was so embarrassed when he reminded me of the time I had fourteen deviled eggs that had stayed overnight and ended up going through the most uncomfortable stooling experience I've ever had. "Papa esto es tan vergonzoso!" I whined, obviously a blushing mess. (Dad, this is so embarrassing!) He laughed boisterously and it led him into fits of coughs. I rushed to his side and had him drink a glass of water but what I saw had me setting the cup aside as I stared at him in a mix of shock, w

he whispered. "Well, I have a little bit of trust issues and overthinking." "Why?" I hesitated, figuring if I could trust him or not. "Freshman year, I got into an argument with my best friends, and they said some shit about my dad," I hissed. "Where’s your dad?" "He’s dead. He died of lung cancer, caused by smoking. They said I made him hate his life, and that’s why he got into the habit of smoking." His brows snapped together. "That’s shit!"

I bit my lip and glanced at Chloe across the island from me, nibbling on her chicken nuggets watching me. "Kelly! It's so nice to hear your voice! I've been calling your dad all day, has he been busy?" I felt dread as I heard him mention my dad. At least I didn't have to try to turn the conversation that way myself. "Um...no. Uncle Joe, something happened last night. I thought Mom would have called you, but she's been out of it all day." "What happened?" He asked me sharply. I took a deep shaky breath and closed my eyes. "Dad passed away. He had an aortic aneurysm that busted and they couldn't save him."

Uncle Nick said snapping me out of thought again. "I got this, but if it does become too much I'll reach out, don't worry" I said, before looking through all the documents I've signed in the span of five hours. To be fair this is not that bad. Only thing I'm worried about is what my dad is up too. How has been hiding all of this. How did I not notice, like now I get why he a cheating asshole. The thought of him being the reason my mom is dead is crazy. I've thought about it and I'm going to try and get someone to find the real reason behind my mom's death. I can't believe that he made me believe that mom was the problem. I was so naive to believe that my mom was unfaithful when she was my be

'No sir' Daniel will just die. He kept laughing and his laughter sounded rich and melodious. I don't think I've ever heard his laughter like that. Especially since mom died. His laughter trialed off and an awkward silence stretched between us. I glanced at the TV screen. It was a news about a refuge camp in Sweden, how kids were dying from malaria, common cold, hunger and lack of medical facilities. So much sadness out there. After a while, dad stood up and left for the hospital. And once again, I was home alone. Except for the Gate man at the gate.