My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 155 Nothing Fading

Evelyn

The morning light pierced through my eyelids, stirring me from my slumber. As I blinked open my eyes, I winced, immediately assaulted by a pounding headache. No, I hadn't just become aware of it; the ache had been lurking even in my dreams.

Fuck this!

A soft groan escaped my lips as I pressed my palms against my throbbing temples. Memories from last night floated hazily in my mind, elusive and fragmented. I recalled being with my friends, pretending to have a good time, Jacob, Clara, and Dad on the patio. Then Dad and Clara had apparently left, but what happened next?

Fuck! What did I do after they left?

I pushed myself upright, bracing my weight on my hands as I sat on the edge of the bed.

"Think, Evelyn. Get your shit together and think," I urged my brain to piece together the events of last night, but all I got in return was a surge of pain, likely a consequence of drowning myself in alcohol. The sharp ache shot from my eyebrows to the back of my skull, and another groan slipped past my lips.

This headache was definitely an alcohol-induced one. My hangovers were usually just like this.

How many shots did I take last night? Did I stick to beer, or, worse, did I down every concoction Mason and Nancy brought?

Fuck! I just hoped I hadn't smoked any marijuana.

Probably not, considering Jacob was there. He would have probably snatched it away before I could even take a drag.

As I rose from the bed, I noticed my slippers neatly placed by the rug, which struck me as odd. I never bothered with slippers; usually, I'd endure the cold floor due to sheer laziness. Before I could ponder further, my attention was drawn to the unusual sight on the nightstand: a tablet lying there.

Slipping on the slippers, I made my way to the nightstand and picked up the tablet. It was the same pill I took to dull my headaches.

Clara!

This had to be her doing. To spare me from Dad's wrath, she must have left this tablet here for me.

I grabbed the glass of water and swallowed the tablet.

have been unbearable. Deciding not to dwell on the events of last night, I headed to the bathroom

I couldn't recall anything, I could trust myself enough—I

of tiredness, I dried my hair and slipped on a comfy t-shirt and shorts. As I descended the stairs, the inevitable sight that I dreaded, greeted me in the

deep down missed every damn morning-the messy hair, those beautiful veins in his arms standing out, and lips that looked plumper than ever. The morning view of him was worth a billion dollars, but even if I had a billion dollars, I wouldn't give him a single

wouldn't budge. Knowing him, I knew it for sure. So, without wasting my time, I headed for the kitchen, feeling his gaze track every step until I

the kitchen, preparing our breakfast. I stood beside

she chuckled. "Had quite

my eyes, "Too much that I don't even remember what happened. By the way,

"Pill?" She looked at me confused, her hands pausing from slicing the

up my insides. "So, was it Dad?! God, I'm so

dropped the knife and turned to me, her hands on her hips. "Did you get

What the hell?

She didn't know?

was

I looked at her, bewilderment covering my face. "Did

leave before your

there, not us. So, as for your worry, your dad didn't catch you drunk, nor did I, and didn't even leave you that pill. But none of that matters.

why

drunk,

expression turned serious. "You know how terrible headaches you suffer

and Dad weren't there

to be in charge of taking my drunk ass to my room and

trust myself enough to not do anything sexual around him. Did we do anything? Kiss, hug, make out? Shit! Shit! Shit! I can't even remember anything. "Evelyn."

orange juice-a staple in our household because Dad knew how much I loved it, more than beer. "I took the med that apparently neither you

Jacob left

where only four of us are living right now, given that one is an unwanted guest," I shrugged, feeling something strange crawl up my skin. I couldn't

so many things that could have or might have

bead of sweat forming

to mine, the moonlight filtering into the room,

muttered, closing