Novel & Cerita The One With Phoebe's Dad

"Dad... Dad." Tara leaned close to my ear, her tears falling onto my face. "Julian, do you want your dad?" My eyes were unfocused, but I kept repeating, "Dad..." Tara grabbed my phone and dialed Dad's number. The moment he picked up, she held it to my ear. "Julian? Hello? "Why aren't you saying anything?" Hearing Dad's voice, tears slowly rolled down my cheeks. The next second, my heart stopped beating.

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.

It was the face of a man who had just processed a catastrophic piece of data and had instantly arrived at a single, unavoidable conclusion. "He was the watchdog, Phoebe," Jeremy said, his voice a low, terrifying rumble that seemed to come from the very earth beneath the building. "He was my best friend. My brother. He knew the boundaries. He knew exactly what you meant to me, and he knew you were entirely off-limits. I didn't leave you with a guardian. I left you with a predator." "No! Jeremy, listen to me!" I screamed, lunging forward as he turned on his heel.

“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.

"Aren't you Phoebe Jones, the dancer? My sister loves you. She watches you on TV all the time!" Phoebe smiled sweetly, showing her dimples. "Yes, that's me. Leon and I were classmates in high school." "Wow! I thought Mr. Burton was impressive, but I didn't expect his high school classmate to be just as amazing!" the guy said excitedly. "By the way," he added curiously, "I heard that you recently got divorced. My sister was so upset. Is it true?" The question was blunt, but Phoebe wasn't offended. Instead, she admitted it and said, "Yes, I got divorced."

Instead, he watched a video that had just been sent to his phone. He turned up the volume so everyone in the room could hear it clearly. "Tie her up!" My father's voice rang out from the recording. "Let her stay here and think about what she's done!" My father lurched to his feet, eyes wide with shock and dawning horror. "That's your voice, isn't it, Mr. Morgan?" the chief asked quietly. My father's mind seemed to go blank. After several seconds, he staggered toward the door, heading for the fire house.

Blue pulled back, her eyes scanning my face, my messy hair, and the way I was practically glowing despite the chaos. Then she looked past me at Adrian, who was standing in the doorway, watching us with a detached, calm expression. "Your daddy charming is here" Blue whispered. I turned to look at Adrian, nodded, wiped my eyes, then giggled. "My daddy charming right?." Blue’s face went from concern to a big smile in three seconds before she looked Adrian again from up to down, then turned back to me. "Lana, we need to talk. In private." I looked at Adrian.

If you lose sight of your initial objectives, then I will withdraw the sponsorship at any time. Daryl nodded in understanding. However, I could catch a flash of disappointment in his eyes. I went silent for a bit. Then, I added, "However, you can still call me your dad in public if you need to." His eyes lit up with a bright smile at once. His smile stunned me. I found it so ironic that Tammy, my own daughter, didn't care about me as her dad, and yet, a stranger's kid was simply ecstatic to be allowed to call me his dad.