My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 24 Pain

Evelyn

As I walked downstairs with Jacob, the last thing I had expected was to see a woman who seemed both familiar and unknown. Her hair, once short, now cascaded down to her waist, and her complexion appeared slightly darker, making her even more beautiful. But it was her eyes that caught my attention the most-they no longer held the gloominess I remembered; instead, they exuded pure happiness. She looked happy. Truly happy.

Standing by her side was a man, his arm wrapped around her waist, as she engaged in lively conversation with Dad and Clara.

"What's the matter?" Jacob's voice snapped me out of my daze. He looked at me with concern.

I could not answer him. However, as his eyes followed to see the sight, he soon realised the reason behind my sudden stillness.

"Oh, there she is. Jacob's here too," Clara called out, gathering everyone's attention. "Come join us."

All eyes turned towards me, and my breath quickened as years of suppressed anger began to rise. I didn't want to speak to that woman or even see her face.

"Evelyn, come on," Jacob pleaded, grasping my hand in an attempt to coax me forward.

"No. I don't want to meet her," I replied, my voice trembling as I struggled to maintain control over my emotions.

"But she's a guest. It wouldn't be polite if you just walked away," he reasoned.

"I don't care. She means nothing to me. I-I..."

"For your dad... do it for him. He invited your mom because he wants to mend your relationship," Jacob interjected, knowing exactly how to convince me. His words infuriated me and left me feeling powerless.

"Come with me," Flashing me a small smile, he pulled me along.

"Hi, everyone," he took the initiative to strike up a conversation with my mother and her boyfriend. "Evelyn was just a little nervous, so sorry for the delay."

I heard a sigh of relief from both Dad and Clara at Jacob's words. They knew I wasn't just nervous, but they wanted to avoid any awkwardness at all costs.

"Hey, Evelyn," Mom's voice reached my ears, and reluctantly, I shifted my gaze towards her, though it was the last thing I wanted to do.

Her voice held a softness, and her eyes were filled with hope, which made me feel a twinge of guilt. She understood that I wasn't happy about her presence. It was evident that she was trying to communicate her remorse.

But as the memories of everything my dad and I had endured flashed before my eyes like a projector, everything seemed to dissipate into thin air.

her, my

visibly faltered. She tried to mask it,

your mother's fiancé," Dad interjected, attempting to diffuse the tension

to meet you," I said, my attempt at a smile

must say, you look a lot like her," he

haven't spent much time together," I chuckled. "Anyway, it was nice meeting you both. I hope you have a pleasant stay here. If you'll excuse me, I need to catch up with my

another moment, I turned around

*****

please open the

through my sobs, "Just

been in your room all day. You can't isolate yourself like this. It won't help," he pleaded. "Please, open

talk about anything," I

you don't open the door, I'll have

buried my head in the pillow, unable to stop my tears from flowing and adding

to three," he threatened, his tone filled with frustration. "After that,

some time alone, Jacob. Why

six hours, refusing to talk to anyone or leave this damn den of yours. Your dad's going crazy out

wiping my tears before burying my face

tears continued to stream down my face. The emotions churning in my stomach felt

you're the big idiot here. Locking yourself in the room and crying like a five-year-old who lost a fluffy doll kinda thing or got one of those stupid glittery dolls with terrible makeup on her face snatched away!" He sounded really

called plush toys!" I wanted to make my voice come out strong, but it still came out similar to

PhD on dolls. It's you who engages in nonsensical behaviour, and you know what? I actually thought you were smart. But intelligence seems to be the

you dare insult me again, Jacob. Consider

what will you do? All you can do is cry over

I kick you out of this

afraid to even step out of your little den. It's no surprise, considering you're the most foolish person on

and sat up. Furiously I wiped my tears and strode to the

fucking dickhead, how

his lips against mine, and sealing them in a fierce

under his hold and pinned them over my head as if making sure that I don't move and feel every touch of his lips and tongue duelling

was no sign of anger or frustration that I could see on his face, he looked relieved almost as if he had

my tears, "Otherwise

his collars and pulling him all the way till our lips moulded together once again. I kissed him, the same passion that surged within when he kissed me, now overflowing with