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.

to the punch, both verbally and physically, "How could you fucking do this?! You've known her since she was a child. You despicable filthy bastard! I trusted you! Did you not even once before

Oh no...

to implore him to avoid the blows. If he had joined the fray, this

with the slightest hint of regret, "I know words won't suffice for an explanation, and

play the

not

and here you are, tearing her apart to

discuss this somewhere else," Clara made another desperate attempt to stop

the fuck out of it,

realised it too late. I never wanted

best? Was he out of his mind

not some naive eighteen-year-old making foolish errors. You're a grown man who knew exactly what he was doing the entire time. You did it because it's

untrustworthy, and utterly

ovel.

his eyes blazing as if he wanted nothing more than to tear Jacob to shreds, "How long have you had your eyes on her, huh? Have you

a child? Like

bloody pedophile?"

and his gaze turned fierce, "I never saw her that way when she was a

going

my daughter, engaged in this deceitful game behind my back, all while pretending to be my friend and even allowed your shitty ex to insult my Evelyn. And now, you have the audacity to show no remorse for your actions? What the hell is wrong with you? I think it's not even your fault-I should've realized that getting adopted into a good family

muscles tensed, and his

don't push

crossed the line by getting involved with my

landed another punch on Jacob's face, Jacob retaliated with one of his

was going too

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 care for this

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 they couldn't reach each other

glare bore into me as he tried to

Dad, just listen

told you to stay the fuck

to

of it!"

and concern pushing me to my limit, "You two are fighting like wild animals because of me, and I

my words somehow held him back, though Jacob remained silent. With a