Novel & Cerita Don't Hug Me Im Scared Dad

"Ye-yes I am. I am, baby." "Then why do you look like you're at war with your mind? Anyways, do you think dad is going to apologise? Then we'd find out the reason he acted that way?" "I don't think so." "Why?" "Because I know your dad. He would never apologise. Never." "Is that true? Is he that scary? Should I be afraid of him now?"

“Good. You guys did a great job keeping it under wraps. If Oliver found out, who knows what he'd do next.” The nurse interrupted our chat by saying, “Sir, Mrs. Hamilton is awake, you can see her now.” Dad quickly got up and went inside as I told Maggie I had to go. I entered the room to see Mom and Dad hugging, but Mom pushed Dad away and shouted, “Noo!!! Don't touch me!!” Dad looked confused, not understanding why Mom was scared of him. I asked Mom, “Mom, what happened? Why are you scared of dad?”

He assured me, "Hale and hearty and a bit sad because you aren't there." "Are you scared of my dad?" I looked up at him to see the way he blinked in disbelief, "Are you?" "Pfft." He waved his hand in the air shaking his head, "Of course not, I am the ruler of the underworld." "Yet you shook in your boots trying to send a letter." "I had a cold." "Cold feet due to being scared of my dad." I gave him a wide grin, "You are scared of my dad." I added in a singsong voice.

Instead, I keep my eyes directed down at the ground, afraid of what I might see in my father’s expression. I smile shyly at Jake. He responds in an instant with the most seductive smile I have ever seen. I don’t think he does on purpose, but I feel like he can control my whole body with his smile. My dad approach me and engulfs me in a big hug. I can tell by the stiffness in his back that he is upset, and the hug is probably more for him than for me. The entire room is quiet and motionless, as if we were all waiting for something bad to happen. Whatever he was about to tell me would not be good. Eventually, my dad releases his embrace and steps back. His face is grim, and his eyes filled wit

We'd better get out of here as fast as possible. "We can't. We're stuck here until the time's up. We can't just leave for no reason, that would make them suspicious," I said, worrying myself half to death. "Daddy, I'm scared." I said, grabbing onto my father. "It's gonna be okay, baby. We'll be fine. We're family to the Don, as long as we don't do anything stupid we should be okay," my father said as he held me, sitting down on the bed.

I gasped scared when I saw my daddy looking at me from the kitchen door. "Daddy!! You scared me!" I shouted and looked at him with teary eyes. He rushed towards me and hug me tight. "I'm sorry my baby. Daddy didn't mean to scare you." Daddy cooed and I snuggle close to him. "Is that Alpha Joseph you are talking to?" Daddy asked and I nod my head in response. "Daddy, I told him to go here a little faster." I looked at him and pout. "Is that rude? But I missed him and want hugs." I told daddy while smiling a bit. My daddy looked kinda shock and just look at me.

Standing all tanned and bulky at 6 feet 5 inches, everyone would be intimidated by him, and I, as his daughter, was no exception. “Still scared of your own father, huh?” he joked before coming to stand in front of me. “Who wouldn’t?” I countered back, and we laughed at our banter. “Come give your old man a hug,” he said with a silly grin on his face, and I gladly stepped into his arms.

It was my first time and a perfect one for me. Gosh! I don't believe I'm thinking about a kiss at this moment. I'm so sick, I slap myself mentally. "You need to go now!" My father said urgently. I shook my head briefly. "I don't want to go. I don't know what he will do to me. I'm so scared, I'm so scared that my hands won't stop shaking!" I babbled.

I can hear him trying to hide the fear in his voice. I give him a slight smile and reach in for a hug, and I can't hold back my tears. I'm terrified! I know this has to be done no matter what. He just holds me as tight as he can without saying a word, giving me a moment to be a scared, weak little girl in her dad's arms. He leans down and kisses me on the top of my head. "You can do this. You are going to be OK. I'll be here waiting for you when you get back. You are not alone, and I'll be here." I look up and nod my head. I release my grip from around my father's waist. I don't say a word. I know if I try to talk, my tears will start to flow again. I turn and head to my room.

“Just long enough until we understand what’s happening with you. Long enough to keep you safe. And besides my Jayden is a well trained man in all fighting techniques, I’m certain you can beat them up if you want” A tear slipped down my face, and I wiped it aggressively. “I still hate it.” “I know,” he murmured. “But I believe in you. And you’re going to make it through this. You always do.” Silence settled between us for a moment. Heavy. Comforting. Real. “I’m scared, Dad,” I admitted. “And yet you’re still standing outside in the dark like a stubborn little warrior,” he said. “That’s my boy.” A shaky laugh slipped out of me.