Soul Surfer Dad Novels & Stories

My body is heated up but my soul is feeling very much cold right now. I twist the tap and the drops of water sprinkle down on my body. My skin gets astonished with the cold drops of water making me feel melancholic within me. Standing there in front of the shower makes me remember all the things that happened last night. I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him everything about his dad. How he killed all of my family except my mom? I wanted to tell him, his dad is monster and he knows about that. But he is also the devil who could be catastrophic to the world if he stays freely outside.

And that same maddeningly attractive face that had haunted my dreams, and I had visualized between thighs, now stood before me. Wearing a simple t-shirt that accentuated his sculpted muscles and paired with trousers, he could easily outshine any supermodel with just a single glance. I had to hold my breath so that the gasp didn't slip past my lips. "It's my daughter, Evelyn." Dad's voice made his lips part in what I could identify as astonishment. "Wait really?" He asked, looking heavily dumbfounded," She was so little then." Yeah, little but still capable enough to imagine your gorgeous face while masturbating......

"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.

This time, the extracted memories were fragmented, yet each one made people's veins bulge with fury. On a weekend, Dad took the whole family on a trip. As soon as we got on the highway, I vomited all over the car. Bryce finally had a birthday party, yet in front of everyone, I threw up straight on the cake. He was ostracized by the entire class, grew deeply depressed, and attempted suicide by cutting his wrists. But before his suicide attempt, he left me all the allowance he had saved up.

"You know I wouldn't miss seeing my boy kick some ass in the water." “Thanks, dad." As we walk closer to the water, my dad asks, "Things still good living with the boys?" “Yeah, dad, it's actually really good. Besides, we're almost done with high school." Speaking of high school being almost done, my dad asks, "Where are you boys going after school?" “Well, dad, we thought we would make a career out of surfing." My dad gives me a look. "I'm joking, dad. We're all going to the University of Hawaii."

The underprivileged student I sponsored became my dad’s new mistress. She told me she no longer needed my sponsorship and that I only needed to ask if I needed money. My mother was kicked out of the house within a year, and Janice became the next Mrs. Roffe. Janice loved taunting my mother and showing off the love my dad showered her in, and so my mom died angry and bitter. After that, Janice only got worse. She turned her arrows at me and drilled into my head that I was the one who killed my mom.

"Yeah, our dad is Graham Hopkins." . . . ______

I hear Dad welcoming the supposed guests they were expecting but didn't look back. “That's my beautiful daughter over there. Kehlani, come say hi.” Sighing, I turned. An extravagant looking man. “Hello, sir.” I smiled and we exchanged handshakes. “This is Mr Richard. Richard, this is my daughter, Kehlani.” Dad says joyfully. But then my jaw dropped when I saw the other person. Trevor…… My eyes widened. Hold on….This is Mr Casper? Trevor's Dad? Trevor's Dad and my Dad were childhood friends? Trevor narrowed his eyes, surprised to see me, I guess. He relaxed his body like he's at home.

" Consider it an advice from your sponsor " " Your dad is my sponsor and not you. You get that or should I explain further ? " I says to him. I wonder where I am getting the confidence from , probably because the image of him strangling Maureen Mayor hasn't left me. " You Know better than anyone else that once my dad is dead I will be your sponsor " He replied innocently. I wave away his word with my hand. " Thank God the CEO of Claw foot club is alive and well. To think I will let a ruthless murderer sponsor my career is out of question " I said and tried to walk away but he held my hand stopping me.

He couldn't stop teasing me. Daddy Wayne knew his Dad. They go way back to when Daddy was in a biker gang and got us the hook up with the equipment. Practicing with Mark, I had a blast. It's been a long time since I last talked to him because of his career as a professional snowboarder. He's at the same level as Shaun White. It took me two days to learn it, and I could enjoy the lower hills of the snow. Dad had the camera the whole time filming my failures and success. I couldn't be happier to be here having fun.