Bleeding Emotions

Evelyn As Dad knocked on the door, there was no response. The eerie silence emanating from his room only intensified the twisting feeling in my gut. I wasn't sure what I should do. If Dad weren't here, I might have just barged through the door without a second thought. He was a grown man, fully capable of handling his emotions, so why did I feel so anxious? Why did I have this overwhelming need to help him, even when I wasn't sure if he actually needed me? Fuck! I hadn't thought I'd end up falling for him so deep. It felt insane. I was being driven to the brink of madness. "Jacob, I know you're in there. Please, just open the door, okay?" Dad asked. But once again, there was no answer from Jacob. "Jacob?" Was he even in there? "Man, open the door. This is my house!" My eyes widened, and I impulsively slapped Dad's arm, "Dad! You can't solve this like you solve our arguments. He's not your kid, for God's sake!" I whispered urgently. "Then what am I supposed to do?" he asked,