Story Of Dad Novels & Stories

He stared into thin air, though it looked as if he were speaking to his colleagues or perhaps someone only he could see. "I beat him to death." I didn't know exactly what happened, because the moment he shut the door earlier, a grim reaper had pulled me away. Everything afterward was relayed to me later by that grim reaper. On my final day in the mortal world, the grim reaper asked whether I wanted to go back to take one last look. I hesitated, then nodded. The next time I saw Dad, he was in prison. He seemed to have aged overnight. He sat on the narrow bed, his head tilted as he stared at the small window high on the wall. His eyes were half-closed.

"You shouldn't owe the hospital anything, Evan. Hurry up and pay off the bill. Your father won't be able to rest in peace otherwise." I couldn't contain my fury any longer. "Dad died, yet the day after he died, he somehow racked up 246 thousand dollars in medical expenses at the hospital? Just who received those treatments, huh?" Everyone was dumbfounded to hear me. Even the reporters looked at me cluelessly. "What do you mean by that?" "You don't believe me, huh? Fine. Let's take my father's body and the death certificate to the hospital. I'll confront them face to face and see who's the real shameless deadbeat!"

“By the way, you’re in a good mood today—are you going on a date?” “Date? Who, me?” My dad laughed out loud. That’s right, that man wasn’t capable of keeping a woman happy. All I could remember from the time my mom left was that he tried to fill her empty spot many times. Although he never got remarried, there were countless potential candidates—who had all lived here for a while. They were too much to count on my hands. All of them had backed out because they couldn’t take it anymore. My dad was a control freak and obsessed with his work. He had always been proud of his job as a DEA agent and had not been afraid to show it.

"You really want to know?" "Yes." "It's not a pretty or happy story." Her gaze finally met his. "My dad went through an experience similar to yours. He was in a tank that rolled over an IED. He lived, but the left side of his body was heavily damaged. He lost his leg below the knee and his arm." "Your dad was crippled?"

I felt like I was in the story. "Jake, if I may ask, what's your dad's name?" "My dad's name?" "Yes." "Max." "Max?" "Maxime Andrew." ***

Gumagawa siya ng isang detalyadong konstruksyon mula sa maliliit na piraso ng Lego toy. Nang marinig niya ang paglapit ng mga ito ay nag-angat siya ng tingin. Bumaba ang kanyang mga mata sa kanyang ama, at nagliwanag ang kanyang mukha. “Dad, pupunta ka ba para makipaglaro sa akin? Tapos na sa pagsusulat para sa araw na ito?" Lumapit si Tyler at hinaplos ang ulo ng bata. "Hindi pa, anak, ngunit nagdala ako ng isang tao upang makilala mo."

"Tell us more, sire. It seem like she was targeting your son. Did something happen between you two before or after you broke up?" Everyone was now staring at Dad, he sighed before starting. "We dated in my first year of college and broke up a few months later before I met my Vivian and we instantly kicked off but a bibulous encounter with her had her baring my child. She wanted me to take responsibility for it and I accepted but I didn't want to be with her anymore but she wanted more and coerced to annihilate the unborn baby if I spurned, I did. I didn't know she was severe with her threats and took some miscarriage pills and blamed me for it. The remaining years in college were hell for me

But we weren't going to allow the time we had to waste. Dad had helped me with my studies a lot because he was a bookworm, as I came to learn. He also spent a considerable large amount of time telling me about all the things he had seen. When I say the man had the most amazing stories… I mean it! I mean, he was like two hundred years old.

Dad snapped. I merely chuckled and said, "You can go ahead with it. You'd only get a few hundred dollars in monthly maintenance payments anyway. You haven't even reached the age to retire yet, Dad." Dad simply dropped to the floor and grabbed my legs, making a scene. "How did I manage to raise such a heartless son? I might as well just end it all!" Having said that, Dad ran toward a nearby apartment building.

While Mom was coughing up blood at home, while she couldn't keep food down, he was buying Fiona designer bags, leasing her a luxury car, putting down deposits on apartments for her. I went through page by page. I didn't cry. I photographed them and copied them and added them to the drive. By the time I was sixteen, Dad's company was basically dead. Creditors started showing up. He and Fiona fought constantly. Fiona started looking down on him for being broke. Their fights traveled from downstairs to upstairs, from afternoon till late at night. I'd be at my desk doing homework. And quietly recording with my phone. Mom had said it once: know your enemy and you'll never lose. I hadn't forgotten