All Chapters of My Bestie’s Dad Likes Me Wet : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT IVIN’s POVFive leads.Five locations that looked right on paper, felt right in my gut, had enough credibility that I moved on them with everything I had.Five empty rooms.The fourth one still sat behind my eyes when I closed them. A mattress on the floor and zip tie marks on a pipe and the specific smell of a place that had held someone recently and didn't anymore. We had missed them by hours or less.I had put my fist through the wall of that room and kept walking.Scar found me in the garage at four in the morning sitting on the hood of a car I wasn't driving anywhere, staring at a wall that wasn't telling me anything useful.He sat beside me without being invited.For a while neither of us said anything."You look like shit," he finally said."I know.""When did you last eat something?""I’m not hungry."He looked at the side of my face. I could feel him looking. "When did you last sleep.""Scar.""I'm asking.""I know what you're doing.""Good. When did you

CHAPTER FIFTYNALA POVThe fever broke on its own, not that my abductors bothered to treat or pay any special attention to me than the constant beating.I didn't feel better.I just felt empty in a cleaner way. Like the fever had been the last thing my body was doing and now it had finished doing it and there was nothing left after it. Nothing but the cold and the room and the smell and the facts.I didn't fight the facts anymore.Ethan sold me.I said it in my head flat and plain with nothing around it. No shelter built from old memories. No rain soaked groceries. No YouTube braid tutorials. No little sister he would do anything for.He sold me.To people who put human beings in boxes and shipped them like furniture and I was going to be in one of those boxes tomorrow and he was somewhere out there right now living his life and I was here.

CHAPTER FIFTY TWONALA POVThe room they put me in while they waited for the handler smelled like industrial cleaning fluid trying to cover something older underneath it and failing completely, it smelled awful.I sat on the edge of a cot that had probably seen too many people's worst moments and stared at the wall and thought about nothing because nothing was the only thing my thoughts came up with nowadays.The handler came in twenty minutes later with a bag.He set it on the cot beside me without looking at my face. People had stopped looking at my face.I had noticed that. When you stopped being a person to someone they stopped looking at your face because faces were the part that complicated things and complications were bad for business."Get changed," he said, nodding at the bag.I looked at it.But I didn't move."Get changed." He repeated coldly in the same tone of someone who had said the same words in the same room to too many people and had run out of any version of patien

CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR IVIN POV (contd)Relief was too small a word for something that started in my chest and moved outward until I could feel it in my hands. Relief was what you felt when you found a lost object. This was something categorically different from that and I was standing in a room in a port warehouse at 5am finally looking at it directly.I was in love with her.Not in the general direction of love. Not the early proximity of it. Fully, completely, irrevocably in love with a stubborn sassy reckless redheaded woman who had walked into my life as a debt and dismantled every wall I had built since I was nineteen years old and hadn't even noticed she was doing it.I was going to have to sit with that.Later.Right now I crossed the room and crouched in front of her and put my hands on her face as carefully as I had ever put my hands on anything in my life and she closed her eyes and leaned into my palms and the sound that came out of her was so small and so completely wrecked

CHAPTER FIFTY SIXIVIN POVShe was in my car, Nalayna is alive, breathing and wrapped in my security jacket with her shoulder against the window and her hand still holding the other girl's even in sleep because Nala, even a shadow of herself was still Nala, still holding onto whatever she had decided to hold onto with everything she had left.I drove because that was the only option besides pulling her into my arms and I did not look at her in the mirror anymore because every time I looked at her in the mirror something happened to my ability to operate a vehicle safely and I needed to operate a vehicle safely right now.Fifteen whole days.I kept landing on that number like a sore spot you kept pressing without meaning to, fifteen days of just existing while all my thoughts and action raveled around a girl i was supposed to ignore, a girl that should mean nothing to me but apparently my world is a meaningless and faded white and black, she happens to be the splash of high definition