My Best Friends Dad Novels & Stories

my mother asked. "Yes," I whispered, the entire world seemed to be closing in on me now, Shane washed over me as My father's legs buckled. He grabbed the doorframe to hold himself in. "You're my best friend, you've known her since she was a child….Get the fuck out of my sight. Pack your shit. Get out of this house. I never want to see your face again." Dominic didn't move. He looked at my father. Then at my mother. Then at me.

And I would keep hoping … against all odds … that the friendship we once had could somehow survive the mess I had made. EMILY'S POV I broke down the moment she left the office. The door clicked softly behind, and my hands swept over the files she dropped angrily. I couldn’t help but remember the look on my dad’s face when I asked him the same question. He told me he loved her, unfazed. He was so certain, so ready to fight for her. But she? Had she been playing him all along? I had always been protective of my father because I hated how he crumbled when my mum died. I hated how love made him weak. I ensured no one got close enough to break his heart — until my best friend.

“It’s not exactly like that, Dad. I’ve grown up. I’m a twenty-three-year-old woman. You should come back. This conversation needs to happen face-to-face.” “I can’t. I don’t even want to. The truth is, I don’t know how to live without Alexandre by my side. You took the most important person I’ve ever known away from me. My best friend.” “I didn’t take anyone from you. Alexandre would never abandon you. He’s buried in paperwork right now, he can’t even rest, Dad. While he’s your friend, what are you to him? There’s no reciprocity in that friendship. You talk about being afraid of losing him, but you’re the one throwing him away. What happened between us changes nothing between you two. Unless

At first, I despised him because I thought he practically sent me off to combat school to die. “My father was a wonderful man. Pure-hearted, true, strong, powerful. My father was the best. We didn't start off well but whsne I realized that he had my best interest at heart, we became best friends. He'd always come from my shows and public trainings. Always leave a note in my pocket when I wasn't looking.”

“And now he wants revenge?” Dad sighed. “His father and I were close,” his resentful tone tugged something inside me. Grievance, regret, and sorrow crossed his face. I hope it’s not who I think he is, but then he said, “you’ve met him before, Klaus… He’s James Connolly, my best friend.” A fraction of my anger melted into pity. I was too young to understand the world back then, five or six if I’m not mistaken, but I vaguely remember wanting to have a friend like James when I grew up. Dad was closer to James than his siblings; that’s the kind of friendship they have.

My father had only cussed at me a few times before, and only when I did something really, really bad—like sneak out of the house in the middle of the night or clog the toilet with all of Mom’s lipsticks after we fought. The disappointment and anger in his voice had me shaking. “We met weeks ago.” “You said that,” Mom snapped. I resisted sending her an angry look. Any aggression on my part would only make things worse. Dad gruffly cleared his throat. “He hasn’t said anything about this to me.” I eagerly leaned forward. “That’s because we didn’t know you two were friends until last weekend at the fundraiser. And I wouldn’t let him tell you. I wanted to let you know myself.”

Scott were. “Dad, I'd like you to meet Ashton, my friend. Ashton, meet my Dad. “I see… Your friend?” My dad asked, emphasizing the “friend”. I almost laughed at his expression. Did he think I’d remain single forever? Why was he so surprised and uncomfortable because I introduced a male friend? “Nice to meet you Mr. Garcia.” Ashton said, extending his hand for a handshake. “Likewise.” My dad said, his voice sounded forced.

Just serious best-friend mode. “Bella… you have to let this go.” I laughed, but it came out bitter. “Easy for you to say.” “I’m not saying it’s easy. I’m saying it’s necessary.” She leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “This isn’t some cute little office crush. Alex is your dad’s best friend. His business partner. The guy who’s been around since you were a kid. If this blows up and it will your dad is going to lose his mind. Not just at Alex. At you too. You could lose your whole family over this.”

“This means the world to me.” He smiled back, and for a moment, all the worries of my confused feelings about my father faded into the background. “Always here for you, Rochelle. That’s what friends are for.” I shot him a look and asked, “Just friends?”

When Dad started to talk, I’m all ears for me not to miss even the single detail of whatever he says. Dad talk first about his best friend, Andrea. I was hurt by what I found out today but not the worst. I think, that's also because I grew up not close to my Mom.