Quotes About Abusive Dads Novels & Stories

I am broke but dad might pay me so much today anyway and she deserves something nice. Her brows tensed when she saw it. Ever since dad remarried, mom refused to talk. He beat the words out of her till she was mute. Father is very abusive and because he’s rich and ‘a face’ to the public, we dare not say a word or else he’d make our lives more miserable than it already is and I don’t want to imagine how that will be.

I wondered if he was talking about his dead wife, Belle. “Although what I went through is far different from yours, it’s still relatable,” he said. I remembered Dad saying he comes from an abusive home; I also grew up in an abusive home. I thought Dexter was finally my big break, and now I don’t even understand anymore. Maybe I shouldn’t have done what I did; maybe I am to be blamed. I sniffed, holding back my tears. “I guess we both have big skeletons in our cupboards,” he mumbled. I nodded in agreement.

He looked down to his chest where it landed through the curtains. Presley frowned at the sight and then Liborio and his team were leaving but not before the mobster delivered a parting message. “Hawley, my father was a cold cruel man who once beat me unconscious for taking pancakes which were meant for him. I say this with all the sincerity in the world, your father is the worst father on the planet. His archaic beliefs on the medical system aside, he cares only about getting richer and controlling you. If I were you, I’d look into his actions. He’s been undermining your business for the last year and has been pulling strings trying to make people bail on you simply because he wants you to r

I yell in his face and he takes a deep breath. “Keep it down.” He warns. “Why should I??” I say in a loud voice. “Everyone here should know that Reynolds Saint McCarthy is an abuser and he abused his wife to her death. He killed my mother!!!!” “Vaughn.” Dad suddenly calls and he lifts his walking stick to hit me, but Keiran's voice rings in the air. “If I were you, I would not attempt that. Put it the fuck down." Keiran's voice is stern and Dad’s hand freezes midway. This is not the first time that he is hitting me with his stick. He used to hit Mom with that as well.

"Hell, you don't even know me, I’m nothing like you, and will never be the shitty father you were to me." I narrowed my eyes at the man who was supposed to teach me everything I taught myself, the man who was supposed to love me and be my greatest support system and guide but was neither of those things. "Guess what Titus Kingston, I'm not as pathetic and biased as you are, I'm not cruel-" "If raping your girlfriend doesn't qualify as cruel then I think you misunderstood the definition." He mocked. "Does your son even know he was a product of his mother’s abuse?”

"That man is an abuser! He abused you! He deserved what he got!" "He deserved to be shot?" I shouted back. "And his businesses destroyed? Because you didn't like who he loved?" "He ruined himself when he went after you," my father said, his voice hard as stone. "He knew the rules." "The rules?" I laughed, a bitter, angry sound. "Your rules? The ones where you get to control everyone's lives? He loves me, and I love him! What's so wrong with that?" "It's wrong because he took advantage of you!" my father roared, slamming his hand on the desk. "He's a manipulative old…"

"Hebe, you can't judge me, I was an excellent father to you!" "Really, Dad?" I was just as cynical as he was. "Tell me, were you an excellent father when you harassed a friend of mine who was only fifteen at the time?" Or were you a great father when you tried to rape one of my bridesmaids at the reception? Maybe you were a great father when you blackmailed my mother and threatened to take advantage of my vulnerability and make me commit suicide? Oh, no, I know! You were a great father when you stole your son's girlfriend and abandoned your family for that gold-digging slut.

“I always knew you were weak, but it seems like it has now gotten so bad that you need ‘some’ woman to defend you. Unbelievable.” “So apart from being a shitty father, you're also a fucking misogynist?” Sasha twisted her mouth in disgust. “Well, thank God your son is nothing like you. He's not a selfish egomaniac!” Abel huffed again in disbelief, his glare directed at Damian. “Are you going to just watch her talk to me like that?” Damian shrugged, a nonchalant smirk on his face. His father scoffed. “You know what? I'm not surprised that this is the kind of woman you get yourself involved with. Such classlessness. You will regret this.”

“If Ava tries to cause a scene, everything I’ve built, everything you’ve built, will fall apart. The press will eat us alive.” I scoffed at my stupid stepson. Since the death of his mother when he was fifteen, I've been legally his guardian, and it was not an easy job. “Everything I’ve built? Don’t flatter yourself, boy. Nothing you could do could ever affect my legacy and company.” He swallowed. “Damian, please. She can’t stay with me. She’ll ruin everything. Clara and I—” I cut him off, slamming my glass down on the table so hard that he shook. “So now you want me to handle your mess? Why didn’t you think of that when you spread your legs with her sister?”

“I don’t believe you drove drunk for no reason.” He hesitated for a while before answering. “Dad… he’s been abusive to Mom for years, ever since I was growing up. Even after she had an accident and ended up in a wheelchair, he still didn’t care. He cheated, brought women home like it was nothing.He didn’t care about Ray either, the only thing that mattered to him was having someone to carry on his legacy. Ray ran away from home, and he didn’t even blink.” He swallowed hard before continuing.