The One With Phoebe's Dad Novels & Stories

PHOEBE My feet pounded down the hall outside my father’s office. I didn’t knock…I didn’t need to. He was inside, pacing. I swung the door open. “Dad!” I yelled. “What are you doing working with Richard?” He froze. Papers were scattered on his desk, but he didn’t look surprised to see me, just… resigned. “Phoebe,” he said softly. “What are you…” “Don’t know what I'm doing.’ You and Mom are meeting with Richard!”

Phoebe didn't send the school a call or a letter of resignation because she was sure they were happy now because the Vampires they had always despised, hated, and humiliated were no longer at the school. Phoebe looked around the house she had made a mess of. She got up tiredly and started tidying up, even if she was bored or wanted to die, she didn't want to die in a dirty house like this. While cleaning, Phoebe discovered in her mother's closet there were yellowed photos. In the picture is a couple that is her mother and a man she is sure is her father. "Is this dad?" There were many photos of the two of them, but most of them were stained yellow so many of them could not be seen clearly, b

"Ah, I see." Chairman Gabriel Hernandez and Phoebe joined them after some time. Phoebe could not stop looking at her father as she ate. His face twitched twice and she noticed. She became worried as she couldn't bear noticing what was wrong with him. "Dad." She called. "What is it?" He asked as he continued with his food. "What have you been doing lately?" She asked. "What do you mean?" Phoebe wanted to talk about what she noticed but seeing Rita and Chazz, she held back. "Brother Alexander called me."

Phoebe's POV "I’m so angry with my dad right now!" I vented to my friends who had come over for a visit. "I told him I wasn't interested in the arranged marriage with his foreign business partner and that I wouldn’t agree to it, but he even went as far as freezing all my debit cards!” My friends exchanged worried looks, trying to comfort me. “You really need to calm down, Phoebe. Maybe there could be another way of explaining to your dad about this?”

I didn’t know where Amber was, I didn’t know what I was doing, and I didn’t know how I’d ever face Aries again after that night. The rest of the night was a blur. The next morning, my head felt like it had been hit by a truck. The sunlight creeping through the blinds stabbed at my eyes, making me groan. I pressed my palms against my temples, trying to stop the dull thudding in my skull, but it was no use. I felt like I was swimming through fog. My memories of last night were blurred and jumbled. What the hell had I done? I reached for my phone on the nightstand, squinting as the screen lit up with a dozen missed calls and texts. One notification caught my eye—a voicemail from my dad. My stom

Dad's face went pale. He gripped the microphone tightly, his voice strained. "What... What is this? Is this body donor really my son Julian Rivers?" He stared at Tara, unable to believe what he'd just seen. Tara took a deep breath, her voice catching. "Yes. The body in front of you is Julian's." The microphone slipped from Dad's hand and hit the floor with a piercing screech through the speakers. Everyone in the audience covered their ears. Dad stumbled toward the demonstration table. "How could it be Julian?"

When I start middle school, Dad quits his job to become my full-time study coach. He devotes every ounce of energy to monitoring my academics and refuses to let a single distraction near me. My best friend in middle school has average grades, so Dad goes straight to his parents for a talk. "My son is going to a top school. Don't let your kid's low IQ rub off on him." I lose my closest friend after that, and the rest of my classmates start keeping their distance too. In high school, the class rep asks me a math question one day, and Dad sees it happen. Without a word, he slaps her across the face. "Already flirting with boys at your age? I'll have the principal expel you! "Just asking a

“It wasn’t your fault. It was mine. I’m the one who drove him away.” When Brady left, he broke down in the doorway and grabbed Dad’s hand with both of his. “Uncle Phil, I’ll come see you all the time from now on. I’ll take care of you the way Kellen would have.” Dad did not respond. He stared at my photograph with empty eyes. After that, Brady came often. He brought Dad food, cleaned the house, and sat with him and talked. Dad kept him at a polite distance, never warm and never cold.

“You know.” It took me a second, but then it clicked. She was talking about him. Whatever his name was—the guy who’d cornered me that night. My skin crawled. And she was still calling him her friend. After everything she’d just said, after acknowledging what happened, she was still putting him in that category. It stung in a way I wasn’t expecting. My pulse jumped. “Are you saying your dad—?” “I think he gave the guy’s parents a choice. Handle it or he would.”

I gasped. I was… I did. Frantically, I grabbed my phone again and opened it with trembling hands. I went straight to the recording app. I let out a deep breath the moment I saw a new audio file saved. I hit play. "Oh… Tito Damien… Damien! Faster! Please! Daddy!" My jaw dropped. The phone slipped from my fingers. “Fuck! Mica!” I cursed at myself. I slept with him. With my ex-boyfriend’s father. It was real. I thought maybe it was just a dream.