My Step-Dad Is My Mate novel Chapter 4

This birthday has to be the worst of my life. Hell, it was probably the worst in all of history.

Richard....my step-dad is my freaking mate and he is married to my freaking mother.

Right now, I watched angrily as Richard and my mom cuddled up on the couch as we had "family" movie night.

I can't believe him...

All this time he knew....All this time when he was going on dates with my mom and kissing her and screwing he-OH MY GOD I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS.

I felt like crying. My heart was breaking every time I glanced at them.

Mom looked content and happy snuggled up again him. This is why I made the decision to not tell her. Yet… anyways.

You don't know how bad she was after Dad died. She was the beyond definition of a wreck. How many nights she tried to commit suicide or cry for hours before she fell asleep. I was there for her through all of that and I refuse to let her reach that low again...even if she has to be happy with what is mine…

Maybe I could reject him and let them be...

But that won't stop the pain I'll feel from seeing him every day.

"Everything alright hunny?" I felt mom's hand on my shoulder and I looked at her to see a concerned look on her face.

"Yeah mom I'm fine."

"Well, you're crying. The movie isn't that sad sweetie." She added with a chuckle.

My hand went up to my face subconsciously and I wiped my eyes. God, I didn't even realize I was crying, how am I going to do this?

"Oh. Ha-ha, just felt a little sad for John that Savannah married someone else. He really cared about her and waited for her but she went ahead and got with someone else, knowing it would hurt him." I said, and I saw Richard stiffen slightly as he got the message behind my words.

"Maybe she didn't have a choice." He added, not making eye contact with me and I shook my

head slowly.

"There is always a choice. People just love to play victim and act like they don't have one."

Richard didn't say anything in reply to what I said because he knew I was right.

He had a choice. He could have told me when he found out and spared me the pain I've been feeling all these years but no, he willingly lied to me and let me hurt seeing him with my mother.

I will never forgive him for that.

"Well" Mom began after a moment of silence. "Maybe if we finish the movie we can see why she-"

"I'm going to bed." I rudely said, cutting her off. I felt a twinge of guilt for snapping at her, she didn't know what was going on. It isn't her fault.

I mumbled a goodnight and got up without waiting for a reply from either of them, heading to my room.

As I trudged up the stairs, my built up emotions took over and I silently sobbed.