Sing Johnny Dad Novels & Stories

That fucking bitch. “Dad, you can’t seriously be listening to her!” I blurted out. “She’s just trying to—” “Enough!” My dad’s voice boomed in my ear, silencing me. “Stop blaming everyone else for your mistakes. Grow up, Rochelle.” The line went dead before I could respond. I stood there in disbelief, staring at the phone like it had betrayed me. The world felt like it was caving in around me. My dad—my own father—had chosen her over me. I bit my lip to keep from sobbing out loud, but the tears spilled over anyway, mixing with the rain running down my face.

" Johnny dropped to his knees with a thud. A mixture of blood and tears streamed down his face. "Dad, Mom, I'm sorry. It was all my fault. I'll find my daughter and investigate the cause of Sonya's death." Harry aimed a kick at his stomach. Gritting his teeth, Harry spat, "Johnny Sullivan, if you can't find where the child is, you should go to hell and apologize to Sonya!" The kick made Johnny cough up blood as he stumbled backward and crashed into the coffee table. Ignoring the excruciating pain, he crawled up and knelt on the floor.

Chapter 12 - Your daughter is here! "I really could never get tired of watching our shows on TV" Tina says as she munches on popcorn with her legs crossed on the crouch. "Me neither", I reply, hoping I do not sound as distracted as I feel, because Tina's dad just joined us in the living room with nothing but his joggers on. And I do not fail to notice his boner. "Dad, go wear some clothes on your old body, there is no one to seduce here", Tina says as she catches sight of her dad.

He stayed still, like a man who knew movement would be the same as confession. “I saw the way he looked at you at the barbecue,” Lily said. “I felt the way he reacted when you called his name. It wasn’t nothing, Dad.” Damian exhaled slowly, then pulled out the chair across from hers and sat down. “You’ve always been sharp,” he said. “That’s not an answer.” He studied her for a long moment, eyes searching hers for the version of his daughter that might still want to believe in a simple world. He didn’t find it.

I called out silently as I sat beside him . I will be straight with you Nora , you already know your uncle is no longer the town priest and he never was a priest , and he is going back , so considering the fact you school in the same city with him , you are going to live with your uncle as he is the only one who I can trust with keep you safe . “But dad,” I whispered . “ No buts , my decision is final , get ready , in the next two days , you are leaving with him “

I instinctively shifted to the side to hide the damp patch on my blouse before looking up at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. My eyes flicked past him toward the trampolines. The sight of Julian and Lydia playing there gave me the courage to speak up. The man chuckled. "I'm Finneas Zurick, Zachary's dad. We met at the kindergarten parent meeting," he began. "I've been thinking about you ever since then. I've been wondering when we'd finally get a chance to talk." His words grew more improper by the second. A faint blush spread across my cheeks as I studied him.

Dad became an inspiration to Jamison, not that I could blame him. Dad is a pretty awesome hero. "Don't you worry Alan. We will keep an eye out for both boys when you leave us all and become famous singing the theme song from rent out there in New York." Dad jokes. "Dad I already told you, I don't plan on singing. There is nothing better to do than sell my ass on the streets of Harlem. I mean c'mon." Dad high fives me and moms shoos us out of the kitchen so that she can cook in peace.

"Am not playing smart with you. What the fuck you want you to hear, am gay and I have a boyfriend who is seven years older than me, is that what you want to hear, there you have it!" With a sudden push, I found myself stumbling over the sofa and a vicious laugh reached my ears and I looked up to find my dad standing over me, his eyes had become darker, it was like I was staring at one else who wasn't my dad. "No son of mine will become a faggot when am still alive" I gasped. To be continued...!

"We have a room full of guests out there. Do you really need to turn everything into a scene?" Before I could answer, Dad stood up. He wiped the blood from his hand with his sleeve and tucked it behind his back. "Sadie, stop asking." His voice was very quiet. "If they're not going to mention me, that's fine. I don't care about that kind of thing." He looked at me and managed a smile. "I just want you to be happy. That's enough for me." I looked at that smile, and the words died in my throat. His sleeve was damp, there was blood on his hand, and the spot on his lapel where the red flower should have been pinned was bare, with nothing left but a tiny hole where the pin had gone through.

"Why would he do that?" "To protect her," Michele said quietly. "From what we can piece together, John was blackmailing your father. Threatening to expose the affair, to destroy your family's reputation. Your father paid him to keep quiet, to stay away from your mother." "But it didn't work," Adriano added. "John kept coming back. The abuse continued and your father kept paying, hoping each time would be the last."