Bad Things

Of all the men mom had married, there wasn't a single one that could replace my dad. Except one.


6. More Than A Father-Figure

Dinner that evening was oddly quiet. “How was work?” I asked, hoping that would get things started. Both of them answered ‘fine.’ Oh, something wasn’t fine. The tone in their voice said all. What had happened when I left the office?

Harry excused himself from the table after having finished his food. I heard a door close in some part of the room. Mom and I were now alone. It was silent for quite sometime before either of us had spoken.

“Kathryn, do you know why Harry is acting differently?” asked mom. I was just in the middle of swallowing a bite of food. I didn’t exactly know what to tell her. I shrugged. Though she was giving me the look as if I knew the answer. Of course it would be difficult to keep a secret from my mom. “I can talk with Harry, if you’d like.” I suggested.

To my surprise, she allowed me to go and talk to him. I stood and put my dirty dishes away before heading to the study. I had assumed that the study was where Harry had gone to talk. I knocked on the door and heard a faint ‘go away.’

I said aloud to Harry that it was me. It was then I heard a shuffling of feet, and the door opened. Harry grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. He closed and locked the door behind me. “My mom is suspecting something.” I told him. He leaned against the desk and sighed. He knew that the two of us couldn’t keep us a secret any longer.

“We’re going to have to tell her eventually.” said he.

“No, one of us has to move out for good; and it’s going to be me."

“Kathryn, no—"

“Harry, I can’t stay here. I’m going to be nothing but a temptation to you, and you’re married to my mom. Knowing her, she’ll find out about us before we have the chance to tell her. She knows the two of us are acting differently around each other. I want you and my mom to be happy. So, if it means that I have to leave, then—"

“Is this what you want?” Harry interrupted. Honestly. No. I shook my head in reply to his answer. It was for the best. I didn’t want to be the one to come in between my mom’s marriage to Harry. This was the first time I had ever been interested in getting to know a man my mom had married.

I didn’t want Harry as a step-dad. It was the one thought I didn’t want my mom to know about. I want him for more than just a man to fill in the father role. It may seem selfish that I wanted Harry to myself, as a boyfriend. It doesn’t seem like there was even a possibility that could even happen.

Harry reached up and touched my cheek. He caressed it softly. I closed my eyes, leaning into the touch of his hand. This was going to be something I’ll miss. It was then I felt his lips against my own.  Harry’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me close to him.

If my mom wasn’t in the other room, I would be all over him. I pulled away from the kiss and looked into his green eyes. “I don’t want you to move out because of me.” said he. I could tell that it was eating him from the inside out, like it was doing to me. I was wondering how long the two of us could keep this a secret until mom discovered the truth herself. 

“How are we going to make us work?” I asked quietly. I didn’t want my mom to overhear our conversation. Harry told me that he had gotten everything covered and that I shouldn’t worry. I started to worry. I wasn’t sure what he was planning. He unlocked the door. I stepped out of the study and headed upstairs to my room. 

Seeing mom with Harry was the happiest I’ve seen her since my dad had passed. In some ways, Harry reminded me of my dad, except without the whole “father-figure” aspect. I had finished up my homework that had been assigned.

It was then I was just about ready to take a shower. I was grabbing some clean clothes when I heard a knock at my door, which I opened. It was only then Harry entered and closed the door behind him. He locked the door.

He pressed his lips to mine, which made me drop my clothing on the floor as he lifted me in his arms. I wrapped mine around his neck while he carried me over to the bed. It was then he laid me down and got in between my legs.

He moved his hips against my own. I moaned softly while wrapping my legs around his waist. I pulled away from the kiss and gazed into his eyes. “If you ever decide to leave, take me with you.” said he.

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