My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 34 Bleeding Emotions

Evelyn

As Dad knocked on the door, there was no response. The eerie silence emanating from his room only intensified the twisting feeling in my gut. I wasn't sure what I should do. If Dad weren't here, I might have just barged through the door without a second thought.

He was a grown man, fully capable of handling his emotions, so why did I feel so anxious? Why did I have this overwhelming need to help him, even when I wasn't sure if he actually needed me? Fuck! I hadn't thought I'd end up falling for him so deep. It felt insane. I was being driven to the brink of madness.

"Jacob, I know you're in there. Please, just open the door, okay?" Dad asked.

But once again, there was no answer from Jacob.

"Jacob?"

Was he even in there?

"Man, open the door. This is my house!"

My eyes widened, and I impulsively slapped Dad's arm, "Dad! You can't solve this like you solve our arguments. He's not your kid, for God's sake!" I whispered urgently.

"Then what am I supposed to do?" he asked, lowering his voice to match mine.

"I don't know, just try to talk to him gently, maybe?"

"Damn, it's not going to work," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "He won't open the door. I'll have to come back later when he's calmed down. You should go back to your room too. I'm going to take a nap; this is stressing me out."

"What?"

"You heard me. Now get back to your room," Dad said as he walked away, eventually disappearing from my sight. He seemed clearly frustrated and tense.

Of course, Jacob needed time. But I was going to die out of stress in the meantime.

minutes ago, but now it all seemed messed up, fucked up, and ruined by just one person's arrival. The feeling of something bad occurring wouldn't leave me. Enough! I

"I know you're mad at

my head. I wasn't

things only makes it harder for us? I'm here to help, just like you helped me at that time. You don't need to be alone when you're having a hard time,"

next second, the door

I could see that he'd changed into a white shirt and slacks. However, before I could say a word, my eyes trailed to spot the suitcase

really planning to leave?" I asked, my

am not planning. I am leaving, Evelyn," he replied, walking back into his room.

packing, "Dad didn't invite her intentionally. It was a mistake. The invitation list was handled by Clara and me, and we had no idea about this. I'm sorry for whatever happened today. Let's talk

but..." he hesitated before pulling his hand away, "I've been clear with you from day one that I'm not the right man for you. I'm not the person you should

was

coming from, Jacob? What does any of this have to do

better if we stop here, today," he spoke, sounding indifferent and casual, which hurt me even

you the right to decide what's good for me?" I interrupted, I was hurt but also determined to not let him dictate my life, "If you had these doubts all along, then what did all those moments we shared mean? Were they just a lie?

don't have the power to change anyone's beliefs, do I?" He shifted

God, this cold-hearted motherfucker!

I gripped his collars, forcing him to look at me, "You don't even need to try hard to

a flicker of hesitation in his cold gaze. His breathing trembled as he

come here," I fought back my tears, my bottom lip quivering, "Go! Leave as soon as you can. I'll make sure my dad doesn't try to stop you," I pushed his chest, causing him to

say something,

walked out of the room, holding back my tears until I reached

have realised it if it wasn't for

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don't want to leave you here alone. I can already see how much

took me a whole ten minutes to assure him that I'm

have to, but I'm just worried. And don't lie, I know you were crying. But look, if you come with us, you can ease your mind-the

I flashed her a small smile, "Besides, I just need some time alone.

the room, planting a kiss on

go before I kick your ass. All the hot guys in the club will