Her Dark Past

"Selene !!" My mom screamed in a loud voice, "I will be getting married to Robert, he will be your stepdad, and you better start accepting it," she shouted at me.

I flinched when my mom shouted at me; this was the first time she raised her voice at me.

It was obvious Mom wasn't going to see things from my perspective, and it hurt a lot to see her getting married to someone I detest.

"Mom," I cried out, while tears slid down my face.

"What do you have against Robert, he has been nothing but good to you. Why are you against me finding happiness again." Mom asked in a low voice while her hands held the tip of my reading table tight.

"Mom, I am not against you finding happiness again, but why does it have to be him?" I asked, trying to hold her hands.

"Because he is the only one who treats mom like a queen, he believes in me, he loves and dotes on you like a father would love her child, despite how disrespectful you are towards him".

"You just met him two months ago, is that how fast you develop feelings?" I asked, looking into her eyeballs. "I feel like he has sinister intentions towards you, Mom."

"You see it as two months while I felt like I have known him for ages. Listen, Selene, I understand that you are reluctant about this because you aren't ready to share my love with anyone but trust me, It wasn't easy for me either; just know that I'm doing all this for your sake!"

"Are there no other men outside who would treat you better than him? Someone, from a glance, I would know that his intentions towards us are real. Not some sick-ass fellow forcing himself to love ......"

A slap from my mom drowned the remaining words from my mouth.

"Don't ever speak ill of your dad again, I am done trying to make you accept him as your dad," her voice filled with rage, and her finger pointed at me. "Next week, he will officially become my husband and also your Dad. And you, Selene, have to live with it". She turned her back on me, leaving my room.

"He won't and will never be my dad" I shouted at her. " Who is my real father Maria?" with a loud voice, I asked who my father was for the first time in nineteen years.

She looked at me fiercely, but her eyes couldn't hide the pain she felt. With one last look, she left.

Not minding the pain I saw in her eyes, I rushed forward to continue questioning her about my biological father, but I slumbered against a wall in human form, blocking my path.

"Can you step aside? This is a family matter; strangers aren't allowed to participate," I raised my voice at him while my eyes were already red with rage.

With a gentle smile that always pisses me off, he walked towards my mom's room, slammed the door, and left me standing at my doorstep.

This has become our daily routine for the past week since she announced her wedding with Robert.

I just turned 19, and I'm the only child of my mom. I can't remember his face, but I remember sharing some memorable times with him a few years ago, and I wasn't ready to make such memories with another man under the situation of calling him my Dad.

My mom and I have always had a good relationship that was beyond mother and daughter relationship. But it all ended when Robert entered the picture and I hate him for that.

That was the last time we ever stood face to face and talked to each other.

We live literally like roommates, I hardly talk or associate with her and her fiance.