Bad Things

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


1. My New Father

Mom was always selective when it came to dating men. After her third husband, nothing in our household was the same. If mom could finally settle on a husband, then maybe things would finally be normal. Mom and I got along. I’d say that we grew closer since dad passed. I was seven years old when I lost my dad.

Even though I was at a young age when I lost him, he was still my dad and I still love him. I’ve been having trouble imagining anyone else being the ‘father figure’ in my life. Mom’s second husband had two children with his previous wife. Both of whom were older than me. I believe was around 11 or 12 years old.

I didn’t associate with any of the children that came along with mom’s husbands. As good as it was for me to be friendly with them, I never found a similar interest with any of them. I’d say that mom’s longest marriage was with dad before he passed away. Every day I still think about him, wishing that he was still alive and then mom wouldn’t have to remarry.

When I was 18, I couldn’t have been more relieved. I was able to leave the house and go off to college. I lived in the dorms because I was going to college out of state and only saw mom during the breaks—winter, spring, and summer. Two years later, I was home from spring break when mom told me that she had surprising news.

I remember that six months before I had gone off to college that she had ended her marriage with her third husband. So, when she called me with surprising news, I was expecting for her to tell me that she had gotten a new boyfriend. I’d definitely like to hear the story about how she met this one.

Mom was the executive manager of the business she was working at. Often times, she would flirt with the men at her work in between husbands when she was single. I arrived at the house with my suitcase in tow and walked up to the front door. I inserted the key into the front door and entered. “Mom!” I called out and closed the door behind me. Mom called back and I knew that she was in the kitchen.

I left my suitcase near the staircase and entered the kitchen. She was cooking. She turned upon hearing me enter and gave me a hug. She told me how much she missed me. I reminded her that she had seen me over winter break. “Hon, you know five weeks isn’t enough to spend with my daughter." she smiled.

I nodded slowly after she pulled away and continued to finish up her cooking. I asked her what dinner was. She told me that it was chicken breast with mashed potatoes and green beans. Before I could comment on anything else, I noticed that there were three plates that were set at the dining table. Our dining table was made to only seat four people. What was the extra plate for? “Mom, why are there three plates?” I motioned towards the table.

Mom was stirring the mashed potatoes before answering me. “Oh, that’s for your father hon.” My father’s dead. I immediately thought and was about to speak out about the third plate when the door to the garage opened. The garage door was closing when the man entered. He was quite tall, brown haired, and was wearing Ray-ban sunglasses. His hair was a bit long, but styled.

“Honey, you’re home.” Mom turned off the stove. Guess she was done with the mashed potatoes. The man walked up to mom and kissed her lips while apologizing for him being late. Did I just witness a younger man kiss my mom? The man looked to be in his early 30’s. This man was the youngest mom has ever dated and married. “Kathryn, sweetie, this is Harry. Your new dad.” Step-dad. I thought sourly as he held out his hand towards me. Well at least he was polite. Was he trying to get on my good graces? I reached out and shook his hand, reluctantly.

“Nice to meet you Harry. Don’t ever think I’m going to call you dad.” I said and pulled my hand away, and then I proceeded to help mom set the table. The three of us at our dinner in silence. I couldn’t look Harry directly in the eye, only because he had gorgeous eyes. I’ve often wondered where my taste in men came from. Now, it all makes sense. Thanks mom. I finished my food and went to unpack.

I brought my suitcase up to my room and started unpacking. I laid out my sleeping clothes before unpacking the suitcase. I took my sleeping clothes into the bathroom and took a shower. Couldn’t mom have dated an older man instead? At least I’d be more comfortable with having him as a step-dad instead of someone who seemed closer to my age than hers.

Once I finished my shower, I changed into my clothes and brushed my teeth. I went to my room and started up on some homework. I was finishing up with the reading when I heard a soft knock at the door. I stood from my chair and opened the door. To my surprise, it was Harry. “Now before you say anything, I know that you made it clear that I’m not your dad. I’m not here to replace your dad in any way. Your mom told me how close the two of you were, and I’m not going to ruin that relationship. I wouldn’t want to. You can call me Harry, Mr. Styles, or not refer to me by any name at all. You can tell your friends that I’m your step-dad and that’s it, or you don’t have to tell your friends anything. I just want to let you know that I would like for us to have the chance to get to know each other.” said he.

I could tell how serious he was being. He was giving me two options: get to know him or ignore him completely. I’d prefer the latter, but for mom’s sake, she would want me to try and get along with Harry. I chose to go with the first option. “Okay, fine. Since you want to get to know me, here’s the first rule: you are not allowed to tell me what to do. That’s my mom’s job. I may be 20, but this is my mom’s house, not yours. You are living here because you’re married to my mom. I want nothing more than to see my mom happy. So if you do anything to make her miserable, I’ll know because my mom is practically my best friend. Second rule: I don’t have a curfew during spring break, winter, or during the summer when I’m home from college. I will make my own rules and do whatever I want with my friends. Lastly: you are not allowed in this room unless I say so. My room is always private. My mom stays out of it because she respects that privacy. I’m an adult. I don’t need parental supervision.”

Harry nodded, “I understand. Anything else?”

“Since you’re not here to be my dad, you are not going to refer to me as your daughter… ever.”

“Got it. Good night Kathryn.” Harry smiled a bit before turning and heading down the stairs. I closed the door and leaned against it. God, his smile. It took me a minute to realize that he had changed out the clothes he was wearing earlier. Also, tattoos. I went to bed that night, only thinking about his physique.

Harry was the first guy mom married that was actually… hot. I shouldn’t be thinking this way. He’s my step-dad. What I found weird was that no guy had ever made me feel this way before. That night, I pleasured myself, which was something I rarely ever did. Harry made me want him in ways I never wanted anyone else. What was it about him that made him appealing? Why of all people did mom have to meet him first? Why couldn’t I have met him first?  

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