Novel & Cerita Don't Hug Me Im Scared Dad

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.

Seeing his daughter so scared, he told her to reassure her: "It's okay, daddy's little girl, it's just an imagination, dad is by your side." It seems that since seeing everything, especially her father, Thalia feels his father's hug is warmer, in the past, every time she was afraid of something, her father would hug her like that, but this time, On the other hand, she found this hug warmer, softer, safer. She involuntarily smiled, hugged her father tightly, she thought that just having this hug, even if she suffered many more storms, she would decide to make a trade-off.

"My dad's here.. You're coming with us.." She shook her head, "nooo I don't wanna impose.." I pulled her hand, "don't be silly... you're not.." She pulled my hand to stop me and when I turned to face her, I saw one terrified look on her facr. "What's wrong?" "I.. remember the last encounter I had with your dad.. what if he hates me.. and doesn't want anything to do with me..?" "Hey.. you're my friend.. and you've always been, he'll understand that you was just looking out for me.."

And I swear… those four letters hit harder than a gunshot. “Good,” I murmured, pulling him into me. “That’s all I want.” He stayed like that for a long moment before whispering: “Damien… I’m scared of today.” I stroked his hair. “You don’t have to be.” “I’m scared your father won’t stop.” I didn’t lie. I didn’t say some comforting nonsense. I just spoke honestly. “He won’t,” I said. “Not yet. He never quits.” His body tensed.

familiar voice grabs my attention towards the stairs. My daddy!!! Nice to see him after a long time. He looking more scary before then but yes "How are you honey?After so many days you have come to daddy. Don't you even want to hug you're father? Damn Can not. After all he is my father. I love him so much Keeping aside our family issues, I hugged my dad with mixtures of Feelings in my heart and mind. His Protective hug makes me feel good in his arm "How are you my baby" daddy Caressed my dad.

My mum nudges my shoulder as if snapping me back to my senses. I hold back my emotions, trying not to show shock, guilt, or any other emotion. “Uh..,” My throat suddenly feels parched, and my muscles are yet to relax. “Dad, uhm…” My fingers are trembling. Badly. I lace my fingers to hide them from their sharp eyes. “Oh, dear…” My dad gets out of his comfort zone and starts towards me. I remain frozen, hands clutched, legs sweaty. He swings his big arms wide apart and wraps me in a big papa bear hug.

Alex sighed, awkwardly hugging me. “And you’re acting weird too. Fuck. Dad’s had a heart attack, mom can’t look at me, and you're still afraid of me,” I exclaimed, pushing away from him. “I’m not afraid of you!” Alex declared. “Really? So jumping behind the sofa earlier wasn’t out of fear? And you being all awkward about a simple fucking hug isn’t fear? Need I remind you I can smell you. You smell like fear,” I countered.

He bursted angrily at me. "But Dad..." My voice trailed off, scarily. Scared of what he might says again. For the first time in my life, I'm getting scared of Dad. "Dad please, you know how much I love him with all of my heart, right? You know that I can't do without him." I said softly, hoping he would understand me. But instead, Dad glared at me and that hard stare of his had made me gulp down in fear.