My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 41 To Confront Or Not

Evelyn

Indeed, I had let my mom into the room, but I had no idea what the hell I was supposed to say. This wasn't meant to happen, not so soon. God, not anytime soon. But that annoying bitch had to ruin it, of course. Why wouldn't she? It was as clear as day-her image, as perfect as it might appear on the surface, was twice as hideous within.

A simple agenda-If I can't have him, no one else can. Screw that bitch.

I was gonna kill her.

"Would you care to explain, Evelyn?" Mom asked.

"I'm not sure what kind of explanation you're fishing for. Based on your earlier statement, it seems like you've already pieced it together yourself, right?"

A look of disbelief mixed with anger flashed across her face, "Incredible. Look at you— You are not even trying to deny it."

"Why should I? I haven't committed a crime that requires denial. I love him. That's all the explanation I believe you need," I stated firmly, loud and clear for her ears, "Tell me, dear responsible mother, is that sufficient for you?" My words oozed with sarcasm as I walked back to my vanity, fumbling with things in frustration.

"Are you completely out of your mind, Evelyn?" As expected, she followed me, "He's your dad's friend, much, much older than you, and completely unsuitable for you," her voice grew louder, "What the hell do you even know about him that you're claiming to love him? Do you have any inkling about his past, his family, his background, his character?!"

So maybe I was not loud enough, or maybe, her ears had stopped working. Either way around, I wanted her nose out of my business.

"Mom, I know all that I need to know, and I certainly don't think it'll end up good for me if I seek relationship advice, especially from you. Like, come on, you destroyed your own marriage, so you're in no position to lecture me about choosing a guy; for God's sake, you walked out on someone like Dad," I faced her, my hands balling up in fists as I tried not to say things that I might end up regretting later.

I doubted that

you're stepping way over the

she could shut me

don't stoop low just to try to drag him down in my eyes. I know who he is and I know everything I need to know," I shot back, meaning every word I said, "So, please leave." "No, I won't. You're my daughter,

one with any influence over my life, and if there's anyone who comes second, it's

welled with tears resulting in a momentary crack within me

your heart, Evelyn. You did that yourself. You chose to hate me. I tried, I really did, but you shut me out. And now, you're denying me the right to be your mother. All I've ever wanted is for you to be happy,

me be, for God's sake! He's the one who makes me happy. He's the one who makes me feel alive. I love him, alright?

momentarily, "He's not the right match for you. He's your father's friend. Have you even paused for a moment yet to think

was hitting the

anything to hurt him. I've already decided that I'll find a way to tell him about us, sooner or later. It'll all work out." "No, it won't, Evelyn. It'll backfire on you, and it'll happen quickly. I'm saying this for your own good. Your dad, you know him-he won't take this lightly. He loves you more than life itself, and he trusts Jacob more than he trusts himself. He'll be shattered, and everything you hold dear will crumble. Forbidden relationships bring nothing but chaos," Mom snapped, her words sharp, "Tell me, is that what you want? Do you really

mother, yet you can't

Evelyn. Calm

Well, fuck it.

you see in my eyes? Does it seem like I'm just seeking a casual fling? Do I appear to be risking everything for something I don't even take seriously? Does any of this seem like a joke to you? Do I and my dreams look like a joke to

your voice at me, Evelyn. Remember, no matter what, I'll

God, not again!

woman who can't even respect her own daughter's choices because of her own damn perceptions. Sorry, but I'm not as perfect as you,

arms over her chest. "If this is what you want, then so be it. Just because I can't get through to you doesn't mean I won't have a talk with Jacob. He's crossed a line by getting this far with you. Someone needs to step back,

about to turn and walk away, I