My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 72 The Breaking Point

Evelyn

I awoke to the relentless throbbing of a headache, a painful reminder of the copious amounts of alcohol I had consumed the night before. It was clear to me that even an elephant would have felt the effects of my indulgence. However, oddly enough, this pounding headache had its silver lining-it provided a convenient distraction from the hazy recollections of last night's events. I wouldn't claim complete amnesia, but yes, did I choose not to summon the fragmented memories into focus? Yes.

After a quick shower, I reluctantly walked down the stairs, wondering why I had woken up early. But any remorse for the early hour evaporated swiftly, as my stomach growled like a ferocious beast demanding its due.

I needed food- tons of it even though I didn't have much appetite. Was this how depression worked? I had no idea since I didn't find it fair to call myself depressed.

I had everything to make me happy, except for just...a man.

Upon reaching the kitchen and pouring myself a glass of refreshing orange juice, suddenly I found myself being jolted by the sound of hushed voices, conversations that seemed tinged with guilt and regret. What the heck was going on?

My brows furrowed as I placed the glass down on the counter but then....a familiar voice reached my ears.

"It was a mistake, Samuel. I didn't intend for it to come before you like this. It just happened, I am sorry" -It was Jacob.

Oh, shit!

My gaze darted toward the window, offering a view of the pool area, and a very strange sight.

My heart plummeted as I took in the scene-Jacob, my father, my mother, and Clara, who stood in the corner with a deeply troubled expression.

We were so done!

"Getting involved with my daughter a mistake?" Dad demanded, his teeth clenched, and fists balled at his sides. And then I watched in horror as without any warning, his fist shot forward, colliding with Jacob's face. "That's my fucking daughter, you bastard!"

Jacob staggered backward from the force of the punch, his face contorting in pain, a fresh cut appearing at the corner of his lips.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Without wasting a single heartbeat, I bolted outside like the wind, leaving behind the pounding headache and the remnants of my hangover, which dissipated into the ether like a mere puff of smoke. "Samuel, what are you doing? Please, calm down," Clara rushed to stop my Dad but he didn't budge. My mother stood frozen, her face a canvas painted with an array of bewildering emotions. It was fishy but I didn't have time to spare for her right now.

As for me, I stood there, stunned, unable to take another step or muster the will to halt Dad's rampage. I had never witnessed him so consumed by anger, so utterly devoid of the calm and control that defined him.

I already knew it. I was screwed-so fucking screwed.

Dad wrested his hands from Clara's grasp, his gaze fixed on Jacob. He was not going to stop today.

a child. You despicable filthy bastard! I trusted you! Did you not even once before getting

Oh no...

grateful that he didn't escalate the violence or to implore him to avoid the blows. If he had joined the fray, this would have indeed turned into a full-blown brawl, far worse than the

know words won't suffice for an explanation, and honestly, there's not much to explain. I have already

lead her on, and then you play the saint by breaking it off to 'fix' everything?!" It seemed that Jacob's response had the unfortunate effect of further enraging my

not like

you, you heartless, callous bastard! How dare you do that to my daughter? Do you have any idea of how I raised her? None. Not even a soul has been allowed to harm a single strand of her hair, and here you are, tearing her apart to the point where she drowns herself in alcohol to forget

let's discuss this somewhere else," Clara made another desperate attempt to

out of it,

I never wanted

he out of his

foolish errors. You're a grown man who knew exactly what he was

untrustworthy, and utterly

ovel.

seethed with fury, his eyes blazing as if he wanted nothing more than to tear Jacob to shreds, "How long

she was a child?

bloody pedophile?"

his gaze turned fierce, "I never saw her that way when she was a child, okay?! Don't you dare fucking label me like

was not going

insult my Evelyn. And now, you have the audacity to show no remorse for your actions? What the hell is wrong with you? I

jaw tightened, his muscles tensed,

push this too

the one who crossed the line

another punch on Jacob's face,

was

Clara and I had rushed forward to separate them. Both men were pummeling each other like raging bulls, too fast for me to fully process. Blood now stained both of their knuckles, Jacob's lips were split, and Dad's cheek was crimson. They were attacking each other as if they didn't have

to pry my Dadaway, but he remained unyielding. Clara managed to pull my dad back slightly, while I positioned myself between the two of them, ensuring

me as he tried to push

just listen to me,

to stay the fuck out of it, Evelyn, didn't

listen to

fuck...out of it!" He raised

about me!" I finally shouted, my frustration and concern pushing me to my limit, "You two are fighting like wild animals because of me, and I can't

Dad appeared on the brink of losing control, my words somehow held him back, though Jacob remained silent. With a quiet hiss, he wiped the blood from his lips and fixed his piercing gaze on