Jude Bellingham Dad Novels & Stories

“I thought he’d leave me there, but he carried me out of the house and to the car. Took me to the hospital. They said I was lucky, that I’d missed a major artery by barely an inch. My father did not share that sentiment.” “I’m sure he did,” I tell him. “He must have been scared to find you like that. He must have said what he did out of anger.” Jude shakes his head. “You are wrong. He only said what he truly felt. He wasn’t around when they were treating me, and when they were done, I went looking for him. Or maybe I was trying to get away, I can’t tell. Either way, I found him. He was in the chapel. Praying, crying. My father’s never been much of a believer. For a moment, I thought he was s

"Yeah, our dad is Graham Hopkins." . . . ______

Jude and Juliet called in unison as they ran over to hug me. I bent over to hug my bundles of joy as I put the thought of their terrible father behind me. "How are my pups doing?" I smiled as I lifted them both easily. "Jude got in a fight," Juliet said before Jude could reply. I turned to look at Jude with a frown. "What happened, pup?" Jude averted his eyes from mine before replying. "He said I don't have a dad because he's dead." My expression softened at the sound of that.

Jude went on to ask" Tell me about where you're from and your family just everything about your background please. He said that looking straight into towards me till my eyes met his and those eyes kept telling me I could trust him, I looked away and concentrated my eyes outside the large widow of his office. " I was born on the fourteenth day of the second month in the year 1998 I'm the last child of my parents, I have three older siblings Jessie ,Issa and Giveon. My mothers name is Jane...uhmm Jane Stones and My father his name is Simon Stones abd they're both African Americans. I grew up in Pittsburgh before moving to the big city of new york for college".

“If this is a family affair and all –“ “It’s not necessary that she be in on this conversation, Jude,” dad says, putting a hand on his arm. “But we could use perspective from your friend who was raised with the Children of Solace. His perspective could be invaluable.” Jude nods, bending his head and pulling his phone out of his pocket, typing something. We all wait a few moments before he speak again. “All right. I’ve got him here.”

As we walked down the hall, Jude said, "I wished I was able to see you yesterday. How was the day with your mom?" I said, "It was good. We had a good time, but then it kind of went sideways, just a bit." Jude looked at me, concern etched on his face. "Why?" he asked, gently rubbing his thumb over the knuckles of my hand. I looked at Jude, my stomach twisting with anxiety. "My dad is coming," I said, the words feeling heavy on my tongue. Jude looked at me, his expression unreadable. "Is that supposed to be a bad thing?"

I am good at what I do and everyone that likes hockey knows my name. Even though I haven’t been playing long, I am one of the most promising players in the league and I am making sure my name will be remembered for years to come; I want kids to look at me and think the way I thought about my idols; I want them to want to be me. I take a deep breath as Jude clears his throat. “Dad came looking for me,” he says and I snap my eyes to him and Richard curses under his breath as Dylan shakes his head.

Avie and I both nodded at what Dad said. Dad often talks about his past with Mom. And we have met many people that we have never seen, Patrick Sudalga being one of them. "I found out that he has another child," Dad promised. "Who?" Avie asked this time. "Harold Sudalga." Harold? I don't want to overthink but I can't think of anything else. Jizan was talking to a person named Harold earlier, I heard they are talking about not hurting anyone who is close to Jizan.

Dad had impregnated his mother but lost touch with her when he relocated to London and had even tried finding her but couldn't. Having no idea that she was carrying my crazy stepbrother, he married my mother and when I was born, five years later the woman appeared with Jude and decided not to ruin dad's marriage so she had to move out of England. I entered my bedroom and my eyes met with my beautiful mother's picture hanging at the top of the wall where my bed was placed. Even after my mum's death, Jude's mother didn't come back, and dad has been the one who brought us up since ten.

Once we were done dinner, my father stepped out for a call, I could tell he was mad as he shouted into the phone, I guessed he were talking to Steve. When he came in he wasn’t too happy, he looked over at me, “Your going to need to figure out your stuff for court kiddo, that was Steve and he filed the papers.”