My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 49 Hearts On The Fence

Evelyn

As I walked to his room, avoiding the glances of a few other guests along the way, my mind couldn't help but dwell on the hurtful words my mother had cruelly spat at me, all in the name of "doing what's best for me." Unbelievable, she was! She had wounded me with her words, questioned the authenticity of my feelings for Jacob, and yet clung to her claim that she cared for me.

She didn't care, not even the slightest bit. If she had, she would have at least tried to understand me.

I mean, seriously, she...accused me of coming between Jacob and that Chloe, as if she hadn't already hurt me enough. Of all the wounds she had inflicted on me since childhood, this was the worst, and I would forever remember it.

I didn't bother knocking on Jacob's door; instead, I walked right in. My eyes searched for him until I spotted him sitting at the edge of the bed, his head hanging low as he stared at his hands. His phone lay by his side, the message to me still open on the screen.

Something didn't feel right already.

Dread crawled up my insides. Did my mother say something to him as well? Oh no...

"Why...why didn't you get back to my room?" I asked, my breaths quick and shallow.

He didn't answer me at first, nor did he move his gaze to me, instead he offered me silence for the first few seconds before he finally settled his gaze on me.

Why was he not answering me?!

My heart beat loudly, and the restlessness within me kept increasing. I dreaded so many things; my fears gnawed at me from within, my hands trembled, and I was on the verge of breaking down. The last thing I wanted was to cry before he even said a word.

"Why didn't you tell me that Danica knows about us?"

Great! So my mom ruined it for me. She did the one thing I asked her not to.

I-I...." I hesitated to speak. What was I supposed to tell him? The truth? That I was afraid he'd pull away? It wouldn't please him; in fact, it would only reveal my insecurities, and that's the

about

Wait...

didn't tell him.

sudden, sharp pain pierced my chest. I

now, it's not your turn to question me, Evelyn," he spoke, his voice a

reason, not a word came out. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I just speak instead of feeling a bunch of sobs trying

Then what the heck

happened yesterday only," I finally managed to say, my voice trembling, "I didn't

me in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing, "It was a simple thing to say, Evelyn. You just needed to tell me that Danica talked to you about it, and that would have been it. Mind

you, but I was afraid that you'd react differently," I admitted, tears threatening to escape, "And don't get fucking mad at me. I'm just as stressed as you are right now, even more so! It's not my fault that Mom found out about us. It's your ex-girlfriend who saw us in the hall and told her. So if you want to blame

sigh. "Evelyn, I'm not blaming you. But instead of keeping it to yourself, you could have told me about it. And about Chloe, why did you hit her? Raising your hand at someone is not a solution.

with you, Jacob? If she comes to

found himself struggling to respond,

her, god!" My laugh was edged with bitterness as I raked my fingers through my disheveled hair, my frustration pouring out in waves, "I knew I was going to say things I didn't want to, but it was beyond my control, "Are you even sure that you're not in love with her deep down and not planning to go back to her? Because to me, it seems like it." "You're way off base, Evelyn. Why do you think I'd

saw. And all I did was throw wine at her face to get her filthy mouth shut! If that looks like hitting her to you, then yes, I hit her, alright? I'm the immature woman here. If

"Evelyn, stop."

me. All you care about is what your damn ex tells you. I didn't tell you any of it because I didn't want you to be as stressed as I am, and to be honest, I was equally afraid. I didn't

away a stray tear that finally escaped my control, my frustration and sorrow laid bare for

God I'm gouging out my eyes if these

have spoken to you that way, but trust me, the reason wasn't Chloe. I just didn't want you to get dragged into the mess she

from his embrace,

you. It's just that I got mad because I found out about our personal news from someone else, and that person being Chloe made it even worse. She doesn't matter to me, nor do I

to cry. Damn it, I didn't even want to be near him at this point. But every fiber of my body