You Re Not My Dad Novels & Stories

He whispered against my ear. No, I couldn't fall for this again. The last thing I wanted was to be badly turned on and then left unsatisfied in this bathroom, frustrated on a night as important as this. “I want you to stop touching me. You’re my dad’s best friend, practically my uncle. This isn’t right.” I used his own words against him. As much as it hurt me, I couldn’t just settle for this. He wanted me but refused to accept it—accept me. I want to be more than just a forbidden distraction.

I thought Dad was finally going to grieve for me. I thought he would rush over and hold me tight. Excited, I drifted to his side, wanting to nuzzle his arm like a kitten. But what happened next plunged me right back into an icy abyss. After taking a deep breath, Dad screamed at my corpse with all his might, "You little brat! What kind of sick game are you playing up there? Get down here right now!" My body just swayed gently in the freezing wind, unable to respond.

"Impudent!" I fell to the floor, staring up at Audrey's cold face. My heart was full of despair. "Why did you even give birth to me, Mom?" For the first time, I called her that. "You should've just let me die…"

Not a single emotion crossed his features as I spoke. "I want you to know that your abuse has not just hurt me, but it has hurt our entire family. You have torn us apart with your anger and your violence, and it is time for that to stop. It is time for you to take responsibility for your actions, for all the terrible shit you've done. I want you to know that I am done with you. I am done with your abuse, your manipulation, and your cruelty. I am a strong, capable woman, and I will not let you or anyone else bring me down. I am taking back my power, and I am standing up for myself. So, Dad, I hope you hear me loud and clear. I am done with you. It's time for me to move on and to live my life

I yelled at him, cutting him off. “But I am your father, I….” "You are not my father!" I cut him off again, pain laced in my voice. “You disowned me, remember! So no! You are not my father and you do not definitely know who I am! This is who I am now, this is what you all made me to be.” "Aries.." “I have no father and I have no mother." I added. I stepped a few paces from them. I wasn't leaving till the injured man bled to death, I won't let him survive. My dad turned to him, desperately trying to stop the blood but it wouldn't.

While a killer was dismembering me, my father was busy throwing a coming-of-age party for my adopted younger sister. When I called him for help, all I heard on the other end of the line was his venomous voice. "What kind of act are you putting on this time? If you want to die, hurry up and do it! Just stay out of my sight!" The next day, Dad went back to the police station to investigate a dismemberment case that had shocked the entire city. He gathered every clue the killer had left behind. What he never once suspected was that the body being pieced back together belonged to the biological daughter he hated so much.

"I'll take care of Maya. Even if she acts like my little sister." ‎"I'm only two months younger than you, big sister," I chuckled, shaking my head. ‎My dad looked at me, a sudden wave of sadness crossing his features. "You look so much like your mother, Maya. Every single day." "Ugh, you're such a vibe killer, Arthur," Christie groaned playfully, resting her head on Charles's shoulder. "At least Maya's mom loved her before she passed. My mom just vanished to spend my dad's money on young boytoys."

My voice is teasing, excitement coursing through my bloodstreams at his reaction to my teasing. Good. He’ll learn not to interfere in my life anymore. Dad’s voice is a low growl as he counters, “He was not there as a friend.” “I wouldn’t be surprised,” I say, rolling my eyes. “What is that supposed to mean?” “You told him he isn’t good enough for me, Dad.” I reply. Dad chuckles, throwing his head into the leather seat with a sigh. “Of course he’d tell you that.” “Actually, he didn’t say it like he wanted me to get upset. And I’m honestly not upset—”

I smile and silently forgive my one and only family left and take the wallet and rush out. "Dad - wait" I pace up my feet even though getting my periods in the morning makes sure that my legs burns as I run , I see dad in distance and call out to stop him "Dad , you're leaving without your wallet-" "Don't call like a fucking maniac! I will use her as my trump card but not to my biggest enemy !it will be my defeat!" As I reach the lawn door , I hear dad on phone and freeze. What? Dad has enemies?

"Oh! I saw the message on parent w******p group. I would considers that for you. Your dad?" "Well, I was given one." "Okay."