My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 209

Chapter 209

Jacob

I sat in my office, drenched in sweat, my breath shallow and quick. Dread crawled under my skin, seeping into my bones, invading every inch of me until I was cold. The air around me felt thick, suffocating, and each breath I managed to draw seemed to take all my strength. It was suddenly a chore to keep breathing and stay alive.

I paced back and forth, running a hand through my hair, the dim light above the ceiling the only thing cutting through the darkness. I couldn't bear to be in

complete darkness right now. I needed to see something, anything, just to remind myself I was still here.

"Calm down," I muttered, trying to steady my shaking hands, clenching them into fists at my sides. "Fucking calm down."

It had been years-years since I'd felt like this.

The last time was when I was fifteen.

I thought I'd outgrown it, that I had put all of it behind me. The fear. The pain. The panic. Why now? Why was it coming back?

"He's dead," I breathed out, burying my face in my hands. The words felt like a suffocating weight. "He's dead. There's no way he's coming back."

And that's when it hit me.

The flashbacks.

The first one was the slap. The sting of it burned across my cheek, followed by the excruciating pain around my eye socket-my father's black eye, the one he'd given me with his fist. Before I could catch my breath, it all came flooding back, one memory after another, faster than a crashing wave.

My mother's screams echoed in my ears, her voice drowning in the sound of my father's boots kicking her ribs. Every single moment of my childhood, before Bianca and I were taken in by our adopted parents, came alive as if it had just happened. Not years ago. Just days ago. Fresh. Raw. Brutal.

the ones she wore after she stepped in to protect me from him. I could feel

something

smoke burning through my

my grip, and I didn't know

biological mother had once taught me began to take effect. The ones my mom- my

there was a thought that refused to leave me. A thought that twisted

Father.

cut into

me, who gave me everything I needed. But that didn't change what I was. It

father. I couldn't even

No.

if I turned out

No.

this world, only to repeat the mistakes of my past, to pass on the trauma, the anger, the curse of what had been. I couldn't do that to another soul. I couldn't be selfish and ruin another precious soul aside from my

have this

the strength for it.

I doubted I

***

the apartment. The lights were still on,

as I'd left them.

She was still awake?

God, no.

she wouldn't be there, crying. But when I turned the corner, I saw her-curled

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