Story Of Dad Novels & Stories

"Excuse me, I gotta go." Their visions followed Gianna until she successfully left the apartment. Alastar's heavy sigh could be heard after. "I'm really sorry for not telling you... I was supposed to call a janitor to deal with the mess but I forgot," Alastar stepped closer and hugged her tight. "You do know that it's my birthday tomorrow, right?" "Yeah... I'm busy preparing all day for it." Catherine sighed and hugged him back.

Clara offered, flashing a small smile. "Okay, fine." My mom followed them, heading to her room, leaving only Dad and me alone in the hall. "Is that his ex?" I blurted out the question as soon as the opportunity arose. "Yeah," Dad replied, dropping onto the couch with a sigh, rubbing his forehead. "The only ex, apparently." "What? He's only dated once in his life?" "Well, not in that way. She was the only one he was ever serious about." "Their relationship ended on a bad note?”

Once upon a time, I guess that is how they start a nice fairytale or some romance story. My father never missed the chance to tell me about his love story when I was a child. From his story, it was clear that he loved my mum so much and dad pampered me a lot. Twenty-seven years ago, at a nice and lovely coffee shop, the weather was beautiful and bright, two souls from parallel worlds met, my mum and my dad. My dad was the dreaded Mafia boss, commanded respect from everyone, including from rich families and politicians, everyone was scared of him. At his sight, everyone trembles and bows.

he admitted hesitantly. "Go on," I mused tiredly. "Well, I don't mean to get all sappy but my parents had this totally cool forbidden love story. My Dad was this privileged, rich, white boy who was majorly uptight and future-orientated." He laughed quietly while his eyes widened in excitement.

My sister always got away with everything, so I naturally became Dad's favorite guinea pig to make an example of. When we were little, my sister refused to eat vegetables. He threw me into the bathroom, locked me in for five days without food, and starved me until I vomited blood. My sister was so terrified that she never dared to be a picky eater again. When we got older, she became obsessed with video games. Dad tied me to the computer and ordered me to play nonstop for thirty hours until my eyes bled. My sister swore she would never touch a computer again, and only then did he stop. Later, once puberty hit, my sister refused to wear thermal underwear. When Dad found out, he threw me

I gently touch the gravestone then head to the other side of the cemetery. I find the marker I was looking for and walk towards it slowly. It's been a long time since I've been here and I want to punch myself for that. "Hey old man. Been a while." I say as I take a seat in front of my dad's marker. Dad was a marine and my hero when I heard the stories he told Austin and I growing up. Dad only enlisted to have a job. He knew no would be willing to give a job to a high school dropout who already had a record. He had no family, so the marine's gave him everything he could have wanted.

138| Dad's Story JULIE I am sitting on a couch in my living room. My back is leaning against the headboard and my mind is still playing that memory. I just found my dad in his room fucking his secretary and I am still unable to believe my eyes. My mother loved someone else which is why she divorced my dad after she gave birth to me. After that, dad took care of me. When I was a kid, I used to see a man who used to come and meet my mother.

I very quickly figured out that it was the king’s way of making sure that his people wouldn’t leave his kingdom. “Okay, so you started this war because you believed he kidnapped me or, worse, that he had me killed?” I frowned at my dad who had been telling me their side of the story. I had been there a couple of days, and we were slowly figuring out exactly what happened. Or the parts we knew about. “I wanted you back. Things got really bad after your mother died.” My dad looked broken for a moment and I reached out and took his hand in mine. I could only imagine the pain he had gone through.

“I want to know you. All of you.” He nodded slowly, taking a deep breath. “I grew up poor. My dad loved my mom more than anything in the world. Too much, actually. He did things he shouldn’t have, just to make her happy. Robbed banks, people… anything for money, just for her. And the money? Never for us. Never for me or my sister. Always for her, wasting it by gambling. She was abusive. To me and my sister. But my dad… he never left her. Never stopped loving her, no matter how cruel she was.”

"Maybe your dad had to give up on a huge deal on the day you were born. Your birth might have cost him that opportunity and set him on a difficult path. His resentment toward you could stem from that loss." "Or maybe you look like his mistress. Your mom could have despised you for it, and your dad just went along." So I started investigating in secret, but nothing added up. Dad was a teacher. He had no business experience at all. He had always been upright and principled, and he had never had an affair. I truly didn't understand why he was so determined to keep me from dating or getting married. The irony was that I was beautiful and admired everywhere. Often, I seemed to find true love, yet