Lahat ng Kabanata ng On My Knees for my Best Friend's Daddy : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

KNOX Victoria stares at me for a long moment. Her face is still wet with tears, her makeup ruined, her body trembling.Then she starts to laugh.It’s not a normal laugh. It’s loud and unhinged, the kind of laugh that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. She holds her stomach, doubling over as the sound fills my bedroom.I watch her in silence.I’ve always known Victoria was crazy. I’ve seen glimpses of it over the years, moments where something dark flickered behind her eyes. But this is something else entirely.“What’s so funny?”She straightens up, wiping tears from her cheeks, though I can’t tell anymore if they’re from crying or laughing.“You.” She points at me, still giggling. “You are so funny, Morty. You really think it’s going to be that easy to get rid of me?”“I want you to leave my house, Victoria.” My voice is calm. “If you don’t leave, I’m going to throw you out myself.”“You wouldn’t dare.”“I would rather you don’t test the theory.”She tilts her head, a

IVY The beach party is everything Sierra promised it would be. Music pumps through massive speakers set up along the shore. Fairy lights are strung between palm trees, casting a warm glow over the sand. People are everywhere, dancing, drinking, laughing, celebrating the last hours of the year. They seem to be really looking forward to it, if only I could relate just a little bit. The air smells like salt water and bonfire smoke, and the energy is infectious. Everyone here seems determined to leave their problems behind and ring in the new year with nothing but good vibes. Sierra drags me to the makeshift bar and orders us both cocktails. The bartender winks at her as he slides the drinks across the counter, and Sierra giggles in a way that tells me she's already planning to get his number later. The drink is sweet and strong, and I feel the tension in my shoulders start to ease after just a few sips. "See?" Sierra bumps her hip against mine. "I told you this would be fun." "Y

KNOX I’ve been pacing this corridor for three hours.The fluorescent lights are too bright. The smell of antiseptic burns my nostrils. Every time a doctor walks by, my heart stops, waiting for news.Nothing.Sierra is sitting in one of the plastic chairs against the wall, her knees pulled up to her chest. She hasn’t said a word since we got here. Her face is still streaked with dried tears, and there’s a bruise forming on her cheek where Theodore hit her.I should sit down. I should comfort her. But I can’t stop moving. If I stop moving, I’ll lose my mind.“Dad.”I keep pacing.“Dad.”I don’t respond.“Knox!”I finally stop and look at her. She’s standing now, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes red and swollen.“What’s going on?”“What do you mean?”“With you and Ivy.” She takes a step toward me. “What’s going on between you two?”My jaw tightens. “Sierra, princess, this isn’t the time for…whatever this is.”“Then when is the time?” Her voice rises, echoing through the empty

KNOXI haven't slept, but I stopped pretending I needed to somewhere around 3 AM. War zones don't offer silk sheets or blackout curtains, and I've survived worse than a sleepless night, but this isn't a war zone. It's my house, and I have never felt less in control inside it.Light bleeds through the edge of the office blinds, thin and persistent, and my shirt still carries the smell of hospital antiseptic and blood... or is that just me? Regardless, it's a combination that has no business existing in peacetime.My phone hasn't stopped vibrating since I sat down.There are exactly three fronts I need to face: legal, media, and the Dean of Ivy's university, whoever he thinks he is. I start with the legal part because it's the one that could end everything fastest, and I hit my legal advisor on speaker.He answers on the first ring. "Tell me you slept.""Will that fix my problem?""No.""Then it doesn't matter. Talk to me."Paper shuffles on his end, and he clears his throat."Well, DA'

SIERRAI've been lying on my back for an hour and the ceiling hasn't given me a single answer.The house is quiet in that specific way that gets inside your ears and stays there, and every time I close my eyes the beach comes back whether I want it to or not. Theodore's face twisted with something uglier than anger. The words he spat at my father. You're fucking this whore. I swallow and the word sits in my chest like something with weight, because the part that scares me isn't that he said it. It's that when my father's face changed in that moment, it wasn't with anger or denial. It was something I have never seen on him in my entire life. Something that looked a lot like terror.He carried Ivy across that sand like she weighed nothing, her head against his chest, blood on both of them, and his voice broke in a way I didn't know his voice could break. Stay with me, baby. Not Ivy. Not kid. Baby. And I have been lying here since