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.
"Jacob, 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 last thing I wanted him to see.
"Why is it that I found out about this from Chloe and not from you?"
Wait...
So Mom didn't tell him. Chloe did?
"You talked to Chloe?" My words trembled, and a sudden, sharp pain pierced my chest. I couldn't quite explain it, but it just hurt, and it hurt badly.
"Right now, it's not your turn to question me, Evelyn," he spoke, his voice a bit harsh, "Just answer the damn question."
I looked at him in stupor, and opened my mouth to say something, but for some 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 to break their way through?
I had never been like this. Then what the heck was going on with me today?
"It happened yesterday only," I finally managed to say, my voice trembling, "I didn't know how to tell you."
"Didn't know how to tell me?" He looked at 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 telling me what mind-blowing plan you had in your mind by keeping it to yourself?" He stood up and walked over to me. "Tell me, Evelyn, what's the brilliant plan you had in mind?"
"Jacob, I wanted to tell 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 anyone, blame her, not me!"
He let out a frustrated 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. I thought you knew better than that."
"Hit her? She told you a lie, and you fucking believed her?!" I finally snapped, all my stress and turmoil breaking through in rage, "What's wrong with you, Jacob? If she comes to you again and says that I did some stupid shit, you'd blindly believe her? Do you still trust her that much?!"
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