My Mom's Boyfriend (16+)

Trayka lives with her mom in a two bedroom apartment in Greentown, Indiana. Her mom works two jobs and Trayka is more involved with her boyfriend than anything in her life. She was good in school, she studied every time she had a test coming up. She didn't know her biological dad. But when her mom meets a new guy from The UK and flies him out to move in with her, Trayka finds him different from all the others before him


10. Hearing It From Your Daughters Mouth

Chapter 10

Hearing It From Your Daughters Mouth

"She's losing blood...lots of it."

"The cuts are so deep!"

I could of sworn I was dead, but I was barely breathing. Barely alive.


I opened my eyes barely and saw Harry next to me staring at me. I closed my eyes and looked to the other side and saw my mom.

"Mommy..." I said weakly. She had tears down her face. "Baby, stay awake!!" She said. I looked away and looked back at Harry. Tears were in his eyes as he ran beside the stretcher. "Stay awake..." My eyes tried to shut themselves, but I didn't let them. I weakly moaned. "It hurts..." I said as I felt the stinging sensation of my slit wrists.

"Stay awake..."

It kept replaying in my mind, I was staying awake for Harry. I struggled to do it, I was too weak to hold them open anymore.




Everything was such a blur and I only remembered up until I got home and met Harry's mom Anne.


I opened my eyes again and looked in front of me and saw Harry sitting in the seat next to me and my mom next to him. "Mmm..." I squeezed my eyes shut tightly and tried to make everything blurry, clear. "Baby..." I heard my mom's voice. "Can you hear me?" she asked and I nodded, but my eyes were still shut. "Why aren't you on your honeymoon?" I asked softly. There was silence for a moment. "You were in the hospital, baby." she replied. "Harry's mom called us." I opened my eyes and looked at Harry.


He just stared back at me and I did, too. I didn't want him to know why I was in the hospital, because I only knew I was in here because of him. But I think he already did know it.


I broke away from Harry's stare and looked at my mom. "O-oh..." I said and tried leaning up a little. But I felt pain throughout my body. "Ow..." I said weakly. My mom helped me move and then stepped back. "You need anything, baby?" she asked. I looked at Harry and then looked at my mom. I nodded. "I'm a bit hungry." I lied, but only to get her out of here.

She nodded and kissed my forehead. "I will be back, babe." I nodded and watched he walk out and shut the door.


I looked at Harry and he leaned up. "What happened?" he asked. I looked down at my arms and saw the bandages and covered one with my hand. "I-I really don't remember, Harry...I-" I looked back up at him and he stared at me with furrowed eyebrows. "Do you know why?" I asked. I knew he knew what happened. "Your cuts?" I looked back down at my arms and stared at them, trying to remember what I did. "I cut myself?" I asked. He nodded "Yes, multiple times, Trayka. And they were deep. You're lucky you didn't die from blood loss." I looked back up and sighed. "I have no idea what to tell my mom." I said throwing my head back on the pillow.


What could I tell my mom to make her think I didn't slit my wrists over her boyfr- wait, sorry, husband. Husband...


I squeezed my eyes shut and brought my hands up to my face covering it and crying into them, as the thought of him being my now step dad. "Hey, don't cry. Everything is okay." he said and he shouldn't of said that. I shook my head still crying into them. "It's not okay. You're not just her boyfriend anymore, you're her husband." I sobbed. Harry leaned down and I could feel the smirk on his face as soon as he opened his mouth. "Well, think of it this way..." Harry said and I looked up with tearful eyes. "now you can call me 'daddy'..." he smiled. I dropped my head and cried more. Harry hugged me. "Okay, okay...I'm sorry. That was a stupid joke."


We then heard mom walk in and he let go really fast.

"Baby, I have your food." she said and brought it over to me. I leaned up slowly as she ran over to help. "I know it's not Outback or anything, but as long as you have food in your system." she said and I began to eat the runny mash potatoes.

Mom turned to Harry and grabbed his hand and slowly turned back to make sure I was eating. I tried not to let them know I was listening. "Was she okay?" she asked him and he nodded. Mom then leaned down as she took something out of her purse. "Oh shoot..." she said. I looked up at her licking the runny mash potatoes from my lips. "I bought you a journal, but I must of left it in the car." I watched her as he searched more. "You know what, I'll be right back." she kissed my forehead and turned to walk away. "Eat, babe. And when I get back. I'll help you take a bath." she smiled and walked out.




I looked over at Harry and stared. He smiled "I'd gladly help you if you'd like." he joked. I half smiled and continued to eat the shitty food I was forced to eat. "I think mom would be kinda mad." he laughed. He moved closer and grabbed my hand. "I'm really sorry all this happened. I wish I could go back and stop it." I nodded and looked at our hands in eachothers. "But you can't." I said and fought the tears. He nodded slowly "Yeah..." I dropped my head and then lifted it and stared at him. "Do you see how much I love you?" I asked with tears running down my face. They finally won.


"She..." I pointed at the door. "she should be me. I should be your wife." I sniffled and sighed. "I wish you would realize it." I mumbled and wiped my eyes. There was silence for a few moments and Harry then spoke breaking it. "I have realized it." he said. "Then make it come true." I said. "Because it really just seems like you want to just keep fucking me." Just as I stopped, mom walked in. She wasn't like she was she left, she looked a little pissed.


"Mom..." I asked. Harry looked at her and narrowed his eyes. "Babe, what's wrong?" She looked at me and shook her head. "I'd much rather you write down that you had sex with my husband and read it. Then hear it come out of my daughters mouth." she threw the journal down on my bed and it almost hit me.


Oh no...


Harry looked at me and ran out. I ran my fingers through my hair and began crying harder.


I am so dead.


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