John B's Dad Novels & Stories

“He was the one who placed the bombs on the boat.” The words hit like a punch I didn’t see coming. I staggered a step, disbelief flooding me. “Wait a minute.” I blinked. “How is Jenna’s dad your dad?” Brian huffed a short, humorless laugh. “That’s your question?” “I mean, for right now, yeah?” “I was born six months after Jenna. Our dad was a piece of shit, but my mom loved him anyway. Jenna’s mom found out. Told him to choose. He chose his mate–and left us behind.”

he replied with a smile. I tried to smile and held both of his shoulders. I looked into his eyes to ask him if it was okay that daddy John would visit here first to play with him. "I thought it was daddy Tyler, where is he?" he asked disappointedly. "Son, I tried to call Daddy Tyler but he's really busy at work. So is Daddy John okay first?" I asked him gently. "Uhmm, okay, mommy. I also missed daddy John too," he replied with a smile.

“You do not remember me, sir? “I am aging really fast and my brain isn't functioning like it used to before. I would appreciate it if you helped me remember. “Your best basketball player in junior high. Jaxson. My dad was silent for a few seconds but he still had his smile on. We almost thought he didn't recognize Jaxson but he did; he was just processing everything and going down memory lane. “You still owe me $25, buddy. We all burst into loud laughter. At this point, I began to think that my and Jaxson’s destinies were intertwined. I remember my dad used to tell me about his favorite basketball player in junior high. So apparently, it was Jaxson all along. My dad wanted Jaxson to be a pro

Sudddenly the door creaked open and Vivian walked in with another man, though I couldn't see his face clearly. 'Our guests are finally awake' she said smiling mischieviously. 'Dad??' John called staring intently at the man. Now that I took a careful look at him, he really is John's dad. 'Dad, what are you doing?' John asked 'Well you couldn't get me what I wanted so I had a little help from your love in exchange for you' he said 'It seems like you were really out of options that you had to get help from this good for nothing slut' he said eyeing Vivian

Even if it was only in his own mind. It was no surprise when Bob was tipping everyone and telling JD to order whatever. Even suggested whiskey. Like an eighteen year old should have whiskey and then drive. He wondered if his dad had always been like this and as a kid he had never noticed. “So, your dad tells me that you’re a mechanic.” Summer smiled at JD as the meal was served. “No, ma’am. I’m still in high school. Jaxon is the mechanic.” He replied kindly, thinking that she just had them confused.

Math was a touchy subject for him—and, honestly, for me, too. I tried to jump in, feeling laughter bubble up. “O-Okay, guys—maybe let’s take a breath here?” “Hey, your dad started it, baby,” Jacob said with a shrug, his eyes flashing with mischief. “I didn’t come here to argue; he’s the one playing grumpy old man, grilling us for answers. We should be out, hanging around and enjoying ourselves.” Dad shot up from his chair, looking indignant. “Don’t baby my daughter in front of me, you asshole! And ‘hanging around’? You better keep five feet away from her at all times.”

"You asked for him? Hank, you're not the one hurting, so it's easy for you to lie! "Who do you think you are, talking like you're in charge? Who's Dr. Jefferson to you? "You've been in the army for a few years and now you think you're someone special?" Dad just scoffed at me, not bothering to hear me out. However, his face softened when he saw John. "Bro, are you coming with us to the hospital?" "Why bother with him? He'd just mess things up." Dad grabbed John's arm and headed for the door, but not without throwing a couple of jabs my way.

Hello dad, here I am. Pastor:: how are you feeling now, I can see you're much stronger now. Laura:: yes I am, Pastor:: So have you eaten?? I discovered dad is shying away from the main topic I am here to talk about. Father, what was all that about? I asked him. Pastor:: What are you talking about? If it's about that boy, please I don't want to talk about it. Really father? If you must know, John makes me happy, John is a changed person now, he takes care of me in school and he has become my best friend,

Out of my head. I sat on my couch, drinking a beer and enjoying the quiet. No perfume stinking up the air. No high heels clicking on my floor. No whining about how boring this town was. Just peace. My phone buzzed. Dad. "John, come to the warehouse. We need to talk." I knew what this was about. Two weeks had passed since Dad first mentioned Berman's debt. Two weeks of waiting. Two weeks of knowing what was coming. I drove to the warehouse, my stomach tight. When I walked in, Dad was sitting behind his desk, cleaning his gun. That was never a good sign.

I defended. "I never said my old man had a clean record, well maybe, but I can't testify to that, I'm the only one asides his best friend who actually knew about that... I think your Dad did too!." Johnny said to me. I was confused. Who is his father?. "What do you mean?." I asked him. He gave a bleak laugh and then said, "You won't believe me, even if I told you!." "Try me..." I was starting to get comfortable.