Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - From Betrayal to Blue Jean Baby A Daughter, Her Father, and Her Ex-Best Friend #25

Episode Date: August 12, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #betrayal #familydrama #toxicfriendship #heartbreak #trustbroken  This story reveals the emotional turmoil of a daughter caught between the betrayals of her father and her ex-best friend. It’s a raw journey through broken trust, heartbreak, and the struggle to find healing after those closest to you turn their backs. With vivid moments of pain and hope, it explores how betrayal shapes identity and relationships.  #horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #scarystories #horrorstory #creepypasta #horrortales #betrayal #familydrama #friendship #toxicrelationships #heartbreak #trustissues #emotionaltrauma #familyconflict #friendshipbetrayal #personaljourney #forgiveness #healing #painandhope #relationshipdrama

My dad, 52M, had bailed in yet another dinner with me, 20F, and my brother Caleb, 22M. Oddly enough, Sophie was also never available whenever David would ghost us. Something had always came up for both of them. I don't know what made me suspicious at first. Just some unknown force you can feel when two people are in the same room trying to keep a secret from everyone else in the room. So when my dad bailed this time I had to try something. With Caleb by my side I called Sophie. She picked up immediately, seemingly out of breath.

That's when I gave Caleb the motion. Then, I heard it in the background. Blue Jean Baby, L.A. Lady. It was tiny dancer by Elton John playing. My dad's ringtone. There it was. My field of view narrowed and my body buzzed. My best friend of the past ten years and my father.

Fuck. I couldn't listen to that song for years. Then one day it would come on the radio on a dark country road and I would belt it out cathartically. This would be of course after I left the farmhouse that my dad and Sophie bought together. They bought the place after Sophie graduated college. My brother and I joked about how they were going to start a commune out there. I didn't speak much with him these past few years. The exchange of Christmas cards and happy birthdays but I can't really recall the last time I had hugged the man. It must have been when Noah was born. What, five odd years ago? Jason had talked me into letting him come meet his grandson. Jason had talked me into a lot of things. Just like he talked every new waitress into a lot of things, I'm sure. I thought I was different, though.

I kicked him out after I found the new little red head with him in his office. God, what a cliche. I walk in on my husband. with his Mayo Clinic certified average penis inside the new red-headed waitress. Yeah, good for you, Jason, you got to fuck a younger version of me who is 15 pounds lighter. I let him keep the restaurant. In return I got the house and Noah. Also his emergency fund, he kept in the safe at the house. Pro tip for all the married husbands who like to dip their stick in any engine that will fit.

Don't keep a stack of cash in the house that your wife knows about. Owning a business and trying to hide money from the IRS is great. Fuck the man I say. But when you fuck me over, I'm not coming for an audit. I'm coming to take the whole damn thing. It was his 60th birthday already. He was so adamant about Noah and me being there. My brother Caleb had stayed relatively close with the man.

After all, it's not like he was fucking his best friend. If he was I'm sure it would still be hailed as some great, love story. Look at how their love spans age, true love waits for no one. Yeah, I've seen call me by your name and I still find it creepy. Caleb really wanted us there also. I could do it for him. Not to mend the fence between me and David. God, I don't think I have even called him my dad since all this happened. It wasn't for a lack of trying on his end. He had always tried to be a part of mine and Noah's life. He would even cash at me $100 every week while I was finishing my master's. I knew he didn't use cash app. The old man could barely figure out how to use Hulu.

It had to be Sophie helping. Sophie, my best friend through every year of high school. Sophie, who would spend countless days at our house. Sophie, who would lay out by the pool with me in our bikinis we thought were so skimpy. We were going to make every boy look our way. Was he looking at Sophie the whole time? Is that what she wanted? When did it turn from the playful friend's goofy dad to the playful boyfriend? It makes me want to throw up. I can't go through my memories and play detective. Every rock I turn over is just another thought I'd rather stuff into a cannon and shoot into my sternum. There must be $1,500 he's sent over those years. That's what I'll do. I'll say. I'll say,

it back to him when Noah and me are there. Just so he knows I've never touched it. I didn't need his money. I needed him to not take my best friend from me. It was a 30-minute drive once we hit the gravel road. Passing only cows and grass along the way. We pulled into the front yard. There's not really a parking area, just acres of grass surrounding this house. Begrudgingly, I'll admit. This place is damn beautiful. Just what you'd imagine when you imagine going out into the country to escape it all. The two-story White House with a wraparound porch. Of course, two rocking chairs by the door with a table in between. Okay, Sophie is just fucking with me now. Was she really reading leaves of grass or did she just leave it on the table to mess with me? It was assigned

reading over the summer between our junior and senior year. Somehow it felt like that collection of poems was the soundtrack of our summer. We would go on about how we wish a boy would sing our body electric. She's fucking with me I know it. I open the door and head in as the party is already underway. Fuck, the inside is just as perfect. Hardwood floors, beautiful staircase, Jesus Christ, how high are these ceilings? Caleb spots me and motions me in. to the living room. I go and try to sit down without making eye contact with anyone. I told Noah to go play with Seth and Cindy. Caleb's kids are here every month so I'm sure they can show him where the fun is. David's opening gifts all displayed on an oak dining room table he'd made.

Once he retired and moved here with Sophie he got into woodwork. Guys and there would work is exactly what's caused every problem in my life. Why can't I just like women? Just two women sipping tea and going to flee markets in small towns throughout the south on the weekend. I recognize most of these old men. Old co-workers that David has kept in touch with. David sold his stake in the trailer company and retired to move out here with Sophie. Tractor trailers, like the kind you see going down the highway. These were made to haul farm material though.

Things like cotton and corn. David came up with a way to make the trailer not hold. hold moisture. Apparently that makes you the top dog in the tractor-trailer cotton-hauling game. I'm not sure on the exact number of the payout. Caleb mentioned that Seth and Cindy wouldn't have to worry about college, and Noah too if I'd allow it. The presents were thinning. A new Callaway Paradham driver from Caleb was last. Golf, just another way for them to swing a stick they wish was their dick. Goodness thank you all so much these were all so great. David said while waving his arms out like a politician.

Honey, wait, aren't you missing one? That voice just cut my soul. Every animal instinct in me just curled into a ball inside my stomach and started scratching the inside. Sophie. Sophie's voice. It's not her real voice. That's her, Southern Bell's sexy baby, voice.

I've heard the real Sophie. Is the real Sophie even real, though? Sophie has been sitting across from me trying to catch my eyes. Even without looking I can tell she's still gorgeous. She could have had any guy our age. Why David? She's smart, pretty, assertive, and she has to fuck my dad. Sophie stands up and hands him a rectangular box.

Sweetie, you didn't have to I told you that. As he starts to open the box David's face goes from feigning gratitude to shock, to delight, to flush red holding back teeth. You are. I can't believe this I love you so much. No. No. Not real.

I'm dreaming. I mean, why would I come out here anyways? Nope, nope, my dad did not get Sophie pregnant. No, Sophie is not going to give me a sibling. No, no, this isn't real. Noah, where is Noah we are leaving? As they are hugging and congratulating I found Noah and walked out to the grass. We were heading for the car as that voice cut through me again.

Candice wait. No, Sophie, I'm not waiting. Are you fucking serious? Can't we talk about this? It's been eight years. Talk about you being my fucking stepmom. You were supposed to be my best friend, not my dad's fuck thing. Candy, it's not like that and you know that we love each other. Yeah, apparently since I'm going to be a big sister. Are you going to raise the kid while you are changing both of their diapers? Candy, please, I've never stopped thinking about our friendship. You're still my best friend I hope you know that. I can't muster any more words without crying through them.

I hurry Noah to the car, he's heard enough fucks today. Driving down the dark stretch of gravel road I turn on the radio. I just need another voice to drown out the thoughts in my head. Then that piano hits. Blue Jean Baby L.A. Lady Seamstress for the band. I sing every note. Each chorus I lift my voice, it lifts more weight off my stomach. I'll drive this road again.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe next week. But I'll be back down it, listening to the radio. On my way to see my stepmom, who maybe one day, could be my best friend again.