Novel & Cerita Stranger Things Mike Dad

And I could no way confess, seeing you and our kids looking so happy watching Mickey running around in our living room. " I would have killed him if he hadn’t already died.", Michael's Mom grits her teeth, a few tears slither down her eyes. “ He died of a heart attack, when you were four.”, Michael's Dad adds. “ He didn’t even give me the lady's address or details. But he told me she gave birth to a son and the couple are happy. Do you have a brother, Ethan ?”, he asks me. “ No..I only have a sister, who is only 6.”, I say.

I could see that spark of curiosity in her eyes. How do I say this!? Nobody posted manuals for situations like this on YouTube! I took a deep breath, the words feeling like lead in my mouth. "I'm going to tell you who your daddy is, my sweet baby." Don't cry. She's not going to hate you. Velma looked up at me without batting her eyes. She wanted to know. "Mike ." Breathe. "Mike is your father, Velma." "My friend, Mike ?" She echoed. Velma's eyes widened in shock, her face pale. "What? Mom, why didn't you tell me?"

He hadn’t even asked the question that brought him over. “I know, Mike. You must have a lot of questions. I would have been happy to answer them all, but I believe your father would like to tell you, himself.” He ushered them out of the room. “You guys should wait and feast. It’s to celebrate both of your appointments.” She closed the door behind them and left. Mike pulled the picture up. He had never let it down for a minute since he held it. These were his parents; he wondered trying to find any features that showed he was related to them, but there were none. Why did someone kill them? Who killed them?

Mike stares at me for a moment, and I take a deep breath, “An envelope got dropped off at my door today…” “Oh really?” Mike asks, and I nod as he begins driving toward the club. “Yeah…. Inside were pictures of my mother and Damon’s father together; they were having an affair.” My whole body flies forward as Mike slams on the brakes, his eyes wide with shock before he pulls over to the side of the road, “What? Damon’s dad and your mom? Where did the pictures come from? They knew each other?” he asks, completely floored.

I turned my gaze away and continued walking beside him until we finally reached the party venue. There, I saw Mike’s dad talking seriously with a group of businessmen. My lips curled into a faint smile as a thought crossed my mind. Maybe these people were connected to the Mafia Emperor. Just maybe. It always felt like everyone they knew had some sort of connection, like their world was one big web. “Daddy!” All of them turned toward me, and the serious expression on Mike’s father’s face immediately melted into a smile the moment he saw me. “Oh, you are finally here.”

Mike said as he stepped off and vanished out of shot. The bastard was trying to destroy everything Dad built. And if he succeeded, it would be all my fault. Fuck! Mom had a hand around my shoulder, offering me much needed comfort. I couldn't bring myself to turn and look but out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Dad was fuming. He reached for his phone, furiously clicking away at it, before holding it to his ear. “You've seen the news?” A brief pause. “Get here now!” I didn't dare ask who he was talking to. I couldn't bring myself to say anything, or do anything at all for that matter.

He looked at Mike, then at Talon, then finally at me. I stood frozen on the porch steps. For a moment, the three men looked like a Renaissance painting — generations of stubbornness and damage, all kneeling in sawdust and sunlight. Mike wheezed, closing his eyes tight and clutching his head. “Mike,” Jake snapped. “You’re white as a ghost. What the hell’s going on?” I ushered the kids into the house and made my way back to my dad’s side, crouching near his head. Mike hesitated, his breath hitching as he looked up at us. His eyes were haunted, filled with a fear I’d never seen before. “I… I need to tell you something,” he said, his voice barely audible.

my dad states. I need to seat down. This is too much to process. Stefan and Mike were always at odds... I can’t believe he’s gone, I’ll never see Mike’s kind smile... I’m in shock, but mainly terrified. “It seems like you now understand the situation. So, please, get changed, go downstairs and put on a big smile,” my dad says.

It was quite unfortunate that I haven’t gotten a true friend in my corner. “Ok, man. I hope nothing happened here when we were away.” “Chill man, nothing went wrong. Those fuckers don’t have the guts to come to our hideout. They would be a piece of meat.” “I can’t wait to destroy those who killed my parents.” Mike said coldly, and a shiver ran down my spine. I had a feeling he would be restless till he finally got them. “I will be behind you, champ,” Adam said coldly.

He turned to Erica and his wife. "Can you believe this? Can you see what I am experiencing day by day? I try making him someone in life, I invest in him and this is how he repays me? He wants to send me to my early grave. Everything has to deal with his mother who begged…she begged me to always give him a chance as he was meant to make me proud but look at this, he isn't." Michael continued yelling and clutched his chest, Vegas quickly rushed to hold his father before he fell. "Father."