روايات وقصص ضمن Wheels And The Legman American Dad

"And your... dada... he seems to make her very happy." "He does!" I beamed with pride, puffing out my chest a little. "He’s the bestest dada! He makes Mommy laugh every day, even when her leg had a boo-boo. And he always makes sure she's okay. When she was away, he told me she was just playing, but he looked worried. Now she’s home, he always watches her so she doesn't hurt her leg again. He loves Mommy the bestest!" The man just looked at me, really looked at me, and a little bit of the sadness in his eyes seemed to get bigger, like a cloud growing in the sky.

Now mom is acting like this is all my fault. Dad’s back in the hospital. After the clip played on every channel showing his two sons chasing a handcuffed billionaire down a Los Angeles sidewalk, he insisted on being driven straight there. The doctors said his vitals were dropping again. He looked so small in the wheelchair as they wheeled him away.

A haggard-looking man in a wheelchair was staring back at him. The moment their eyes met, Hiram Lane tried to wheel himself away and avoid Fred's gaze. "Dad! What happened to your legs?" Fred cried out in alarm as he rushed into the house. His eyes teared up when he saw Hiram sitting in a wheelchair. He choked out, "It's only been six months since I last saw you! What happened to you, Dad?" Eyes reddening, Hiram forced out a smile, saying, "It's nothing. I fell by accident a while back."

He turned the wheel with complete calm and let the front tire roll over Rat's right leg. The snap of bone was sharp and clean, a cleaner sound than a coin hitting the floor. Dad pulled the car to a stop and rolled down the window. Rat was writhing on the asphalt below, clutching his leg, screaming for help. Dad watched him for a moment, then took out his phone and opened a decibel meter app. "Too loud," he said. "You're over the limit." He looked at the reading on the screen. "That'll cost you. One leg."

That was before my life turned upside down! In twenty minutes, I parked at Medicaid and rushed inside to see Adrian in a wheelchair with his leg wrapped up in a cast. Grandpa Vincent and his second wife, granny Catherine, stood by him with grave expressions on their faces. A gasp of horror escaped my lips as I stopped before them. “What happened to him, grandpa? Why is he in a wheelchair? Has he broken his leg?” I kneeled in front of my boy, who strangely watched me with a grin instead of tears. In fact, he looked proud of his injury!

The waiting room of the hospital was sterile and quiet, save for the muffled sounds of footsteps echoing from the hallway. Xavier sat in a chair across from his father, Thomas, who was sitting in a wheelchair. His leg was still in recovery, and the cast that encased his leg reminded Xavier of how frail his father had become. The strong, reckless man who had once towered over him now looked old, and diminished. The weight of their complicated history hung heavy in the air, but today, there was something else—an unspoken tension that neither of them could escape.

" I was wheeled into the hospital room where Mom lay in bed, looking ill but forcing herself to appear strong as she watched us. Dad sat nearby, his expression dark, his gaze falling on my legs in the wheelchair as he spoke icily, "Is this how you took care of your mother and sister?"

He mused, leaning against the chair leisurely, " do you wish to cut your own hand off girl?" "Ally, stop embarrassing yourself, put it down," Legion sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose. "What are you going to do with it? You probably won't even take two steps you little wart," Legion's father added, taking a seat once more casually. Wart? Wart?! Me? I was sick of that word. He ain't never seen a BGIA. (Black girl in action).

"I'm so sorry, Hector! I didn't mean to…" But Dad gave me a hard kick in the chest. My body flipped over, scraping hard on the ground. It felt as if all my organs had shifted out of place. "How long are you going to keep this act up, huh?" he snarled as he stepped on my face with his shoe. "Who do you think you're fooling with this stunt? Cody was kind enough to help you up, yet you're trying to frame him again?" As if he'd finally found an outlet, Dad began kicking both my legs, each kick harder than the last. The legs that had been broken and healed dozens of times over eight years shattered again.

"He'll go for the legs." As if on cue, Adam dives at Seth's legs, but he's met with a sprawl as Seth counters his take down. Adam shouts and falls flat on his stomach. I inch my hands further up my face, tempted to shield my eyes. "Go, Seth! Get him!" Dad cheers, leaping out of his seat. He sways on his feet and rubs at his temple. I grab him by his elbow and ease him back down. "Are you okay?" Dad nods, suddenly flustered. "Stood up too fast, I think."