My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 24

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.

I greeted her, my voice lacking any

to mask it, but her disappointment was

this is Jack, your mother's fiancé," Dad interjected, attempting

It's nice to meet you," I said, my attempt

the time, and I must say, you look a lot like her," he replied warmly, choosing to overlook my previous

our similarities. We haven't spent much time together," I chuckled. "Anyway, it was nice meeting you both. I hope you have

moment, I turned around and

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open the

I managed to speak through my sobs, "Just

can't isolate yourself like this. It

talk about anything," I sniffled, "I just need

If you don't open the door,

pillow, unable to stop my tears from flowing and adding to the mess

he threatened, his tone filled with frustration.

alone, Jacob. Why don't you

for the past six hours, refusing to talk to anyone or leave this damn den of yours. Your dad's going crazy out there, while you call this isolation some kind of 'private moment.'

an idiot! You're the idiot," I snapped, wiping my tears before burying my face in

stream down my face. The emotions churning in

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

make my voice come out strong, but it still came out similar to a toddler's after crying,

nonsensical behaviour, and you know what? I actually thought you were smart. But intelligence seems to be the last thing present in your

me again, Jacob. Consider this

what will you do? All you can do is cry over trivial things and

before I kick you

afraid to even step out of your

sat up. Furiously I wiped my tears and strode

dickhead, how

mine, and sealing them in a fierce

head as if making sure that I don't move

no sign of anger or frustration that I could see on his face, he looked relieved almost as if he had gone through a rollercoaster of emotions before reaching

He released my hands and wiped my tears, "Otherwise who ruins such a pretty face by crying

I found myself grabbing 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 every one of our movements. It made me forget about everything, the weight of my chest that was bothering me ever since I saw

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