Romans & histoires Sing Johnny Dad

“Mistakes are bound to happen, aren’t they?” “But that was a horrible one. I feel so bad.” Johnny answered between sobs. There was a lot Jayden wanted to tell him. That Johnny had never been far from the truth, and he had actually killed their parents, and he had originally come here intending to kill him too, but now here the boy was in his arms.

Until now. “I’m with Jenny Reed for the last half hour of her show so we can get to know each other,” Johnny said into the microphone, “and tomorrow morning you and she will have someone wonderful to wake up with at six a.m.” He flashed a nasty grin at Jenny knowing full well the intent of what he had just told over ten thousand listeners. Jenny didn’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his comment, but in her mind she was mentally strangling him with the headset cord.

My eyes widen. "What? Why?" "I think he's killed." I covered my mouth with my hands. "Someone killed him? Why? For what?" "You know his dad's is an evil man." "I know bu-" "We have to go.. put that wine glass and talk about what happened earlier later." He mentioned and I felt my body heat up. "Put it down.. don't you even dare to go to that girl and sleep with her!" "Johnny is a man!" I hissed and he sighed.

Half way through the song a wheelchair appeared with an old man grinning like he was receiving a Christmas present. I quickly ended the song, and started on the next one. My father was slightly out of breath but I helped him where I could. I had so much fun during that hour with my father it was hard to see him go. A nurse came in to take the old man back to his room but he argued with her. “I’ll go when this kid plays me a Johnny cash song.” “Can we do it later old timer? I can’t sing so well right now.” I told him with a gentle smile.

Scoffing, I didn't bother paying any further attention to this matter. However, within seconds, I got a call from the same landline number. This time, I didn't bother taking it. My phone kept ringing for over 15 minutes before I received a text message. "Stop ignoring our calls, Carl Stone! To think that a man your age would behave so atrociously! How dare you act like you're in the right when you owe the hospital money?" Taking a deep breath, I typed out a reply. "Carl Stone has passed away. This is his son, Evan Stone. My father's hospital bill was settled when the hospital released his body. Kindly be more thorough when verifying your records."

Alex looks terrible—dark circles under his eyes, his hair unkempt, like he’s been shoving his fingers through it. “Anything you need to say to her, you can say to me first.” My dad’s right behind Alex. Alex’s lips tighten. He stops and pivots to face my father. “Okay.” He drags out the second syllable. “Don Giuseppe. I love your daughter—always have. And I think she cares about me, too.” My dad’s eyes narrow. I’m frozen, my legs rooted where I stand. “My daughter’s not dating a soldier,” my father says flatly.

Clark said. What was more surprising now was that John felt like his dad was walking right into a trap and he needed to call him back. “Dad, no, there’s no way that is possible. This man is only trying to fool you—don’t fall for his tricks.” Curiously, John shouted this time. “In fact, please leave my house already. I won’t watch you try to scam my father anymore,” John said in a serious voice. Adrian didn’t even spare him a glance.

Sarah, Lona’s best friend, shook her head in disbelief while sipping her iced tea. Lona let out a soft, breathy laugh—the kind that sounded playful but carried a sharp edge of mockery. "I know, right? Mom says this one is different. Apparently, he’s younger, 'fresher,' and most importantly... supposedly gorgeous." Noah, who had been distracted, stopped what he was doing and frowned. "Younger? How young? Don't tell me he’s our age, Lon. I’m not down to have a father-in-law who still spends his nights playing Mobile Legends."

I sighed internally. Here we go. “This soft parenting shit?” my dad continued. “Out the window.” SJ straightened up immediately. “You are a child,” my dad said, voice firm. “And if you don’t listen to your father, you’re gonna find yourself living here with me. Going to a different school. Away from all that, away from your little friend.” SJ’s eyes widened. “Test me grandson, I dare you,” my dad added. “I mean it.” SJ nodded fast.