John B's Dad Novels & Stories

Mom had seen to that. She'd married someone else two years after we left, a man that was the complete opposite of her first husband, the man who fathered me. Where dad had been a rough and tumble biker, John is a scholar. He was older than mom by about ten years and from a very good family. Mom met him when she was serving tables at a hole in the wall in New York City, struggling to make ends meet for her and her son since she refused to accept any help from my father, who she'd come to resent. Or so I'd always believed.

I already sent a text to Tristan to find out how he is doing this morning after he showed up drunk at my house last night. My phone chimed as I walked down the stairs. I took my phone out of my denim shorts pocket. Cris: I am sorry to break this to you, but I need to go to SNT, and they are having a weekend away for the interns. My dad is also not himself, he has a hangover. But chat soon. No wonder Tristan hasn't been texting me back. I reached the kitchen. "I'm going out with some friends, don't wait up," my father said as he was dressed in blue jeans and a white t-shirt. A hoodie draped over his arm. It was late afternoon already.

On ordinary days, he played and messed around, but now that he was really about to leave, there was still a bit of reluctance in his heart. After his mom, his dad was the one who treated him best. If it weren't necessary, he would rather his parents stay together. "You're talking like you'll call me Dad now." John reached out and flicked his forehead lightly. "Behave yourself. I'll be back soon." Then he raised his eyes and looked at Sierra. After that, he said nothing more and walked out. Once John left the residence and got into the car, he tapped on his phone a few times and sent a message.

I swung my legs out of bed, freshened up, feeling oddly lighter, and went downstairs for breakfast. "Good morning, Dad." I hugged him from behind as he sat, leafing through documents and sipping coffee. "What are you working on so early?" "Good morning, princess." He ruffled my hair, smiling. "Just some office shit I couldn't finish last night because your mother threw a tantrum." "Tantrum?" Mom appeared with plates, planting them before us and giving Dad a pointed look. "I threw a tantrum? You were the one watching stupid reels instead of giving me attention, and for calling that out I'm the one throwing tantrums?"

The dad is not Ronan. "Juicy. Keep me posted."

“Terrible…” “It was terrible in the beginning. Later I got used to it. But I think my poor dad never got used to it. Putting me on a charter plane and send me away. Especially while I was kicking and screaming.” “You mentioned your dad… What about your mom?” “John was always the softer parent of the two of them. My mom was always strong. Living her own life… But maybe you will one day have the privilege to meet her.” “Are we planning to visit her in Portugal?”

MY MOM DIED FOURTEEN YEARS AGO MELANIE~~ What the heck do this bitch us gonna hold my dad smiling sheepishly, this is a complete mistake. I and my dad are the only one at home the bitches and bastard left for where I know not. My dad is taking a nap while I'm on my phone reading the daily gossip and headline. Bryan Dills stock is on free fall in his most famous company J&J.

I shook my head, “He’s just a friend dad, he’s helping me get away from all the Steve drama and the Darren drama.” He looked over to the kids, “You know I love you to death right kiddo, but I feel like I need to say this. You need to settle down, you’ve got 3 kids, 2 are biologically yours and they all have different fathers. You don’t get help with any of them, I’m telling you Ian is a real man, he won’t act up like those boys did. I thought when you met Steve you would settle down but it was always rocky. He needs to grow the fuck up that kid.”

he asked, confusion on his face. “They were also involved with the Rogue King,” Carson said, trying to jog his dad’s memory. “No, I do not think they were involved. The only person I saw and recognized was John,” his father replied. “Perhaps you need to see them to recognize them?” Carson suggested. His father shrugged, “If you think that will help,” he accepted. “If nothing else happens today, destroy John. He is pure evil and serves no purpose existing,” his father said, as if a demon were chasing him. I wondered what had caused Carson’s father to fear Elder John. And I wondered if we would ever learn the truth.

My good mood disappeared entirely when I saw John sitting on the couch in my house. My father pulled a long face as well. After I told him all that had transpired at the law firm, all his affections for John disappeared. But he could not cut ties with his good friend of many years just because of bad blood between the younger generation. Mealtime ended up being really quiet. I could also tell that Bryan Blake, John’s father, was quite puzzled by this. After dinner, I went to the backyard to take a walk. I heard John’s voice coming from behind me.