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

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9. Only Option

Chapter 9

Only Option

 

"You may now kiss your bride, Harry." The priest said.

 

My mom and Harry leaned in and shared their first kiss as husband and wife. I bit my lip to hold in the tears, but I clapped anyway. This was the hardest thing I had to do. Act like I wasn't hurting.

 

 

I sat at a table with my grandparents at the reception. They were up dancing and I was alone and I was on my phone on Facebook. "You wanna dance?" I heard Ian's voice. I honestly forgot he was here.

 

I looked up and shook my head and giggled. "You know I have 2 left feet." I replied and Ian held out his hand. "Dance on mine then." I pouted my lips and looked away and saw Harry and my mom dancing on the dance floor. I saw his and her smile and became jealous.

 

My mom was a bitch. Sometimes I wished she would of caught us. Then I could be with him. Then that might be me on the dance floor dancing with him and laughing.

 

I looked back at Nathan and took his hand. "Fine." I got up and we made our way through the crowd of families and friends.

 

Nathan turned and pulled me close and lifted me up on his feet and I smiled. The song "Collide" by Howie Day came on.

 

I looked over at my mom and Harry and saw that they were making their way back to their seats.

 

Perfect. I thought to myself. Now I can make Harry jealous.

 

 

"This was the song we first kissed to." Nathan said and wrapped his arm around me. I looked over Nathan's should and saw harry staring back at me. He looked pretty jealous that I was dancing with Nathan.

 

I hid my smile and looked at Nathan and nodded to whatever he said. I didn't hear it, I was too busy seeing if Harry was jealous.

 

"I always listen to that song." Nathan smiled. Harry was talking a sip of champagne when he looked over at me. Nathan stopped dancing with me and looked behind him at Harry and he looked back at me.

 

I looked up and stared at him and waited for him to say something. "You like him, don't you?" I stared up at him and shook my head. "No." I replied.

 

Lie.

 

Nathan looked down at the ground. "I'm not stupid, Trayka. You do." I choked on some tears and kept them in with all I had.

 

Nathan looked away and then back. He too tried to keep in tears. "Tell me, do you still love me?" I looked away and covered my face.

 

Nathan looked away with tears and walked away and I broke down. I looked over at Harry and he looked at me. I dried my tears real fast and walked the other way and back to my table.

 

I didn't see Nathan the rest of the night, I assumed he went home. I felt terrible.

I buried my face into my arms and cried the rest of the reception.

 

"A Thousand Years" part 2 by Christina Perry came on, but honestly Louis Tomlinson would of been better. I have always wanted to dance to his version of "Look After You" Everyone knew that Louis Tomlinson was my celebrity crush.

 

But I stayed in my seat and cried.

 

"Baby?" I heard someone speak softly. I looked up and saw Harry standing behind me in his tux.

I wiped my tears and looked at the dance floor. "What do you want Harry?" I avoided his eye contact. "A dance." He replied.

 

I looked up and wiped my tears more and took his hand.

 

He pulled me in his arms and began swaying with me.

 

The first lyric made me cry, just by hearing it.

 

"The day we met, frozen, I held my breath. Right from the start, I knew that I'd found the home for my heart."

 

I closed my eyes as I gripped Harry's curls and tried not to cry. "Why did you do this to us, Harry? Why did you marry her?" I asked. Harry pulled his head off my shoulder and caused me to do the same to him.

 

"I thought about telling her many times. But-" he looked away and I saw tears form in his green eyes. "But what?" He looked back over. "You're a coward? You're not man enough to tell her that you actually love her daughter and not her?" Harry wiped a tear. "It's not that, Trayka."

 

"Then what? What is better, Harry? Someone loving you and you not feeling the same? Or being with someone you know you do love and you know she loves you back just as much?" I asked him and felt like I was about to collapse to the floor and cry.

 

"It's complicated. She's my wife now. You're...you're her daughter." He replied. My head shot back and I couldn't believe he just said that. "So I'm just 'Her Daughter' to you now?" I asked. Harry shook his head. "No! That's not what I meant. You know what I meant."

 

I honestly didn't and it hurt that he thought of me just as that.

 

"NO! I don't." I walked out of his arms and walked the other way. Harry grabbed my arm. "Babe..."

 

"Let go of me, Harry." I yanked my arm back and calmly walked away.

 

I really hated Harry right now.

 

As soon as I left the party I went home.

 

Harry's mom was going to be staying at the house with me all week while they were gone. I really don't know why I needed a baby sitter. I'm 19 fucking years old. I can take care of myself.

 

I pulled up to my house and got out.

 

What's gonna be awkward is, I've never met Harry's mom before.

 

I walked in and saw a women on my couch reading. For a women who has a son as old as harry, she looked young. I defiantly knew where harry got his looks from.

 

"Hi." I said shutting the door. I must of looked terrible. I cried all my make up off. "Hi." She replied with a smile. She got up and hugged me. "So glad to meet my sons step daughter. You a 1000 times beautiful than he said." She smiled.

 

I smiled, but it kinda bummed me out that she would tell me that Harry said I was beautiful. I'm trying to hate him.

 

"Thank you." I said with a tired some voice. She pulled back. "Heavens, you sound tired, dear." I shook my head. I had a long day and all I could think about was getting into bed.

 

"Yeah, it's been a long day for me." And a rough one. I just watched the guy I love give himself to my mother.

 

She smiled and understood.

 

I walked to my room and plopped on my bed. My face hit the pillow and I began to cry hard, but I made sure Anne couldn't hear me.

 

I hated the feeling I felt, so much. I hated that and my life.

 

Harry and my mom were probably getting ready for their honeymoon by now, probably going to be going to Paris, probably going to make love all night with the only light shining is from the Eiffel Tower. Just like I always dreamed. We were supposed to get married. I cried harder and harder.

 

I sat up and wiped my eyes. I looked over at my desk and saw a pair of scissors laying on top. I pressed my lips together and got up and got them.

 

I walked back to my bed. I knew how to take my pain away, but I was scared. I held the sheer to my wrist and cried and tried to gain the courage to slice open my skin.

 

Finally, I did. I closed my eyes when I felt the stinging.

 

Harry hurt me.

 

I cut myself.

 

I hated my life.

 

I cut myself.

 

I thought he loved me.

 

I cut myself.

 

I'm a fucking idiot! The cuts got deeper and deeper as I kept slicing and thinking of Harry. Each time I got angrier and angrier.

 

Before I knew it, I was passing out and I hit the bed.

 

 

...

 

 

Anne walked in and opened the door. It was quiet and she wanted to be sure Trayka was okay. She said she was going to sleep, but her light was still on.

 

Anne quietly opened the door, careful to wake her if she was sleeping.

 

She peeked in and gasped at what she saw. She ran over as she saw Trayka passed out and blood down her arms and on her sheets.

 

This was very bad. She held her to see if she was still breathing. "Trayka? Honey? Can you hear me." She got no response. She picked up the phone to dial 911.

 

 

 

"I have a 19 year old girl here with her wrists slit, she's not breathing!!!"

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