All Chapters of His Best friend's Daughter : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I’m just about to get back on my bike when I see something moving out of the corner of my eye in the tall weeds on the side of the road. Removing my sunglasses, I walk over and see that it’s a taped-up cardboard box. And it’s moving.Something’s inside it. Scratching. Trying to get out.Oh, fuck.I glance up and down the road where I’m standing, and there’s absolutely nothing out here. No houses or stores. It’s just a road going up the mountain with nothing but woods on both sides for miles.Kneeling down, I pull my knife out of my belt clip and carefully slice along the tape, not sure what the hell I’m going to find in this box, bracing myself for the worst.A tiny paw shoves through the small space I’ve cut open, and I quickly cut the rest of the tape as a small gray furry head pokes out. At first I thought it’s a squirrel, but it’s a goddamn kitten.“Shit,” I swear under my breath, gently taking the tiny ball of fur out of the box and cradling it in my hand. It looks to be about si

Kyra POVAs soon as I wake up, I can feel something is wrong. There's a darkness in the air—something foreboding that makes a chill run down my spine as I climb out of bed—even though the house is not cold. I find him sitting on the couch in the living room. The television is off. There's no music playing.And that's very unlike him, because sound is his passion. He's staring at the floor and doesn't even seem to notice that I've walked into the room."Dad?" I say tentatively, afraid to jolt him out of the trance he appears to be in.His head raises unnaturally slowly, and he starts to tremble. This is it, I think to myself. Mom is really gone. She's no longer lingering between life and death, holding us as emotional hostages in her limbo. It's over.I run across the hardwood floors and kneel down in front of him. And that's when I notice the blood. On his hands, and on his shirt. It's smeared, and not wet, but sticky. It has to be recent."Oh my God. Daddy...are you hurt?""It's not

“Oh my God, look at you!” Katherine exclaims, running down the driveway as I climb out of the Jeep. She immediately pulls me into a tight hug, her lavender perfume filling my lungs. “You look so grown up!”I welcome her embrace and return it with just as much excitement. “You look gorgeous as always.” It’s always a bit of a shock to my heart to see her because my mother shared her same beautiful long hair, friendly eyes, and perfect smile. Katherine’s hair is brown and wavy, which was also my Mom’s natural color, but she dyed it often depending on her mood. They’re ten years apart in age, but Katherine has always looked much younger than she is.“Let me look at you!” she says, stepping back and fluffing my hair with her hands. “I can’t believe it’s been a year. You really have to come more often, Kyra. I miss you so much. I barely recognize you.”“Well, now that I can drive, I can come whenever I want. And I miss you, too.” I open the back door of my Jeep, and she takes my suitcase as

“I’m unable to bring myself to look at him. I’m afraid if I do, I’m going to kiss him, whether he wants me to or not, because he’s got my heart in a major chokehold right now. ‘I’d like that a lot,’ I manage to say.”“Listen, Angel. I know how much you love visiting Katherine. Don’t let this ruin your stay, okay? I don’t want you to attach bad memories here. You gave that rabbit an amazing life; she lived way longer than most rabbits do, and I think this was where she wanted to go—sleeping in your room close to you, with a beautiful view. Fuck, if I had the choice, I’d go the same way someday.”I finally look up at him, and I can’t hold back what I’m feeling any longer. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?”His broad chest rises and falls slowly, and I now recognize this as him trying to gain control of himself. Trying to prevent another collision. As he absently touches the plush toy lying between us, he answers in a soft, somewhat melancholy tone.“I hope as much as I love you

“Когда did you get all these pets? It’s like a zoo here. My allergies are going to go crazy,” she says, turning away from the window to look at me.“I asked you a question,” I repeat, taking my blender out of the cabinet.“You’ve been avoiding me, so I decided to just come over.”“That’s what happens when people break up, Syd. They avoid each other. Permanently.”When I turn around to get milk out of the fridge, she’s leaning over the kitchen island, her cleavage spilling out of the tight black tank top she’s wearing. I ignore her lame antics to get attention. That shit doesn’t work with me.“Tor, come on. We’ve broken up a million times, and we always get back together. Stop being a drama llama. We belong together.”Sydni isn’t the one that got away; she’s the one that won’t go away.I shake my head, pour milk into the blender with my protein powder and a handful of frozen fruit, and answer her with a sarcastic laugh.“No, we don’t. And you can’t just be coming into my house any time