Novel & Cerita Don't Hug Me Im Scared Dad

My hands were shaking so badly I could barely turn the lock. My father took one look at my face and went pale. "How long have you been like this?" "Couple days." "Turn around." "Dad—" "Turn around. Now." I lifted my shirt with hands that wouldn't stop trembling. Silence stretched too long. When I looked over my shoulder, tears were streaming down his face. I had never seen him cry. That’s what scared me. "No," he whispered. "No, please, not this." "What is it?"

I have pack matters to attend, I will be leaving Callen with you’ I said trying to hide my embarrassing face when my dad who had just walked in hugged me. ‘I am proud that my son has finally matured’ he said trying to wipe his fake tears. It was a complete drama company. I seriously can’t imagine how they ran the pack like this. Hugging him back I said ‘ come on dad, I know those are crocodile tears, let’s stop this, I have a pack meeting to attend’. ‘ How dare you refuse a hug from your lonely dad, I know when the pack meetings are scheduled, don’t you dare lie to me son!!!!’ he said hugging me harder. I gave in to the moment, not able to refuse.

I don’t wanna blame my dad’s judgment but I think he married a wicked woman. After Amanda left, I looked at my father again. His eyes were looking at me sadly and there’s also fear in it. I feel like he wants to say something but he’s scared. My dad’s situation is breaking my heart and now I understand why he’s scared. Amanda must've done something to him and he’s scared that she will hurt me too. I was shocked when he pulled me closer and hugged me. I caressed his shoulder as I hugged him back. “What’s wrong, dad? Tell me, please,” I whispered.

I admit. “Shit, Harper, there was no one there but you.” “Language, sir,” I huff, using sarcasm to mask the fear that’s crawling up my spine as I push up to my feet. “Touché.” “Am I crazy?” “No, bean, there has to be an explanation and we are going to figure it out,” he says, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me into a hug. “I’m scared, dad,” I admit. He doesn’t respond, just squeezes me a little tighter as the rest of my parents port in.

Helma chuckled as she felt the little nudges and playfully turned the youngster's head to face her, "What's the matter, buddy? Time for bed?" "Uh..." Smiley sneaked a quick look at his dad before turning away. With his lips in a pout and his voice soft and whiny, he said, "Daddy's mean... I'm scared." Cole had been patient for far too long. He scooped up the little guy onto his lap, his eyes darkening, "Say that one more time?" Helma, ever the protective mother, quickly pulled her son back to her side. "Stop scaring him all the time."

I wanted to pull her away from her middle-aged mum and thoroughly kiss her, slipping my hands into her hair and ravage it. I smirked as her eyes rounded with fear when she realized who we were. Even with the hatred she was trying to mask shining out of her eyes, she looked adorable. I could smell her fear and I glanced at dad, hoping that he hadn't caught that. It would be a problem if we had to explain why she was scared of us. Her mum's explanation that she was shy wouldn't get us off the hook. Dad would ask us if something had happened between us in high school for her to react that way and we couldn't lie to him. He would catch us and sniff us out. Or maybe he wouldn't, but we respected

I said pecking her forehead, "we need to have breakfast," "With your dad?" She asked not looking at me, I could see she was tense, she was always scared of my father, I knew right from the first day I brought her here, that she had always been scared of him. "Yes baby, I need to introduce you to them, I know you haven't met my Mom..." "I don't think your dad likes me?" I force a chuckle, falling my hand on her arm. "Stop talking nonsense, my dad doesn't hate anyone, he is just that cold man,"

Holding my hand out to stop her. “Who all is here?” I ask once more; I see my moms eyes glance over my shoulder to my dad. “Everyone…. All of our friends and ours, why?” I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Son what is it. Are you having a problem with one of them?” I hear my father behind me as I shake my head no. “Then what is it son?” My mom grabs my chin and makes me look at her in her eyes. “No, you’re not upset with anyone. You’re scared. What in the world are you scared of?”

like a blue hue surrounded me. Again I looked to my dad. This time I really looked at him. His shirt was ripped and he was bleeding. I took a step towards him and he held out his hands for me to stop. "Whoa Cass. It's me. Daddy." Was he scared of me? Don't get me wrong, I'm scared of me but I would never hurt my dad. I was in my right mind. I was just...well, I don't know what the hell I am right now.

I immediately ran to him and hugged him tightly. My tears flowed from the familiar comfort of his hug. A hug that I needed for many years but couldn't get because of my goddamn trauma. Even though dad and I meet and talk, we don't hug because I'm still scared. He only visits once in a while because he is busy with the company. I felt his hand caressing my hair. "How are you, sweetie?" he asked me softly. My tears fell even more at his question. "I miss you, dad..."