Please Take Me Home, Daddy Novels & Stories

voice, daddy I said while tears streamed down my eyes, I looked and saw my mother eyes wide and opened just stiring at me like that, please spare her, my dad said, the big dog growled and jumped out the window, i rushed to dad side and squat down next to me, hey sweetie, daddy what’s going on, why’s mommy looking at me like that, hey look at me, he said, I turned and looked at him, mommy went to a better place okay, a better place, what do you mean dad, he stretch his hand to my face and stroked my cheeks, can you do something for me sweetie, yes, I nodded, take my phone on the table and call grandma to come okay, okay, I went to the table and took the phone and went to dad and called grand

She nods and I pull away. “Ready?” my father asks. I nod. “Ready.” As we drive to Safe Haven, my father turns to look at me. “Remember, you always have a home with your mother and I. If for any reason, you’re not happy, you come home.” “Thanks, Daddy.” “You’re my daughter. I love you, and I’ll tell you what I told your sister. You’ll always be my little girl,” he says as we pull up to the Safe Haven packhouse.

I stuttered, receiving it. Before I could restrategize, the LEDs powered to life, blaring across the room. It was my father. He was in a factory, dressed in jeans and a helmet, promoting some new electric engine. His voice blasted through every in-wall speaker. “At Monroar, we believe in motion without limits. Your dreams should never stop and neither should you…” The hypocrisy stung. For ten years, I had to live with the now, too uncertain to dream of the future. And now he spoke of dreams and motion. I was both hurt and furious.

I'm not innocent, I already killed someone before but I'm trying my best to be clean as much as possible. "Just fucking do your thing and meet me here at the hotel that I'm staying. Find where in hell the Maxwell is hiding right now." I said and immediately hung up on him because I don't want to hear him laughing at my frustrations. I quickly put on my boxer brief, my plain-white shirt, and my pants. I looked at my reflection in front of the full-length mirror and I couldn't help but gasp when I saw the bruised on the side of my neck, it was all my father's fault. We're doing a sparring yesterday and he was a bit aggressive that I thought he forgot that I'm still a fucking human and not the

Tony's voice was hoarse with exhaustion: "Anna, if you can hear me, please. I know you're out there. I know you're hurt and confused. But come home. Just come home." I walked to the living room doorway and stepped into the light. "Hello, Daddy. I'm already home.”

She spread her legs wide in front of her Daddy, giving him a clear view of her freshly shaved pink flesh. Her Daddy hesitated a bit and wanted to leave the room but she stopped him, "Please Daddy teach me," she pleaded in a seductive way pressing her big boobs together. He groaned before pulling his slacks down freeing his chocolaty monster. The girl laid on her back on the kitchen counter buckled her hands under her knees and spread her legs so that her Daddy could see her dripping pussy.

“Please, come home before it’s too late. I need to see you again. I know you’re on vacation, but—” “I will,” I promised before he could finish, my voice barely audible. “I’ll find a way. Don’t worry, Daddy. I’ll come home.” “I love you,” he said softly. “I love you too,” I managed, my voice breaking. “So much.” The call ended, the line going dead, but I couldn’t bring myself to move. I just sat there on the hilltop, the phone clutched in my hand, aching sobs wracking my body. The image of my dad, alone and sick, was like a knife twisting in my chest.

Dad. I sit up, leaning back against the headboard, pulling the blanket with me. Lucas shifts with me without complaint. He slides down until his head rests in my lap, his arm still wrapped around my waist. His thumb presses lightly into my side, running soft circles against my skin from where my shirt has slightly ridden up. I answer the call. “Hi, Dad.” His voice comes through clear and familiar. Calm. To the point. No wasted words. “I need you to come home tomorrow,” he says. “Not the day after.”

At first it was just puffs of air, but then his voice came, rough and pained. ​ “Ho…Ho…Home,” he rattled. Emma was stunned. ​ “Daddy,” she whined. ​ “Home,” he rasped. “Home.” ​ Tears welled up in his eyes and Emma felt her heart break. Her father wanted to go home, to the very last place that she wanted to go. She had left one toxic relationship, and now had to return to another. ​ “But why?” she pleaded with him. ​ “Home,” he croaked. “Pl…Please.” His eyes implored her, and she could not deny him.

She couldn't accept it when she pressed again as if her father's voice was still there. "Mom will cook your favorite meal, so come home. Did you hear me, Dad? Say something, don't be silent, I've shed a lot of tears for you. Come back, Daddy!" ***