Soulmates Bernard x fem!reader

Can't believe-Chapter 6

Bernard's POV

A/N: trigger warning, abusive parents and stuffs. And mentions of SA Ya know ya got to have a traumatic backstory, I really don't know what my posting schedule will be, so please hang tight and be patient. sorry it is kind of short.

There were no words strong enough. No words to describe how elated I felt. No words to describe how I physically felt. No words to even begin to describe what I thought. Everything felt vibrant. To even describe it would be an understatement to how it was. I can't possibly believe what happened.

I had kissed (Y/N). Not only did I kiss her, but she kissed me first. It had caught me by surprise and in utter stupidity, I had backed away. This was too much for me, It was like I couldn't breathe. The only woman I had ever truly loved was my mother, and she was terrible to me.

The past was cruel, at least mine was. I loved my mother deeply but she was unstable, she was a very violent woman with a victim complex. In her prime, she was beautiful and still is now. She was very conceited, oftentimes she would resort to physical punishment if she didn't get her way.

Growing up I was a scrawny, sickly child. That was my fault. I look just like my dad, more so now than before. That was my fault. I grew up relatively poor because my mother was a single mom. I hardly remember my father, I only remember seeing his photos. I don't blame him for leaving. He just couldn't handle my mother, he couldn't handle being a father. So he left. I wish my mother would have been honest with herself and said she didn't want to be a mother. It would have saved me so much emotional energy. I think I'm so apprehensive to talk to women because of what she did to me, and the abuse I endured.

Things never got better. As time went on, I think it got worse. My mother often "competes" with me when it comes to attention. First with my dad, then with his family, then with hers. I'm a 30-year-old man, unmarried and with no children, much to my mother's dismay. I couldn't care less.

I still keep in touch with her. I don't think I could just cut her off. When things were good they were good. She was a wonderful person sometimes. When she wasn't drunk, she was an even better person. My phone rang as if me merely thinking about her summoned her. It was my mother. I answered the phone, calm and collected. "Mom," I said, "hey." I didn't know what she could want.

"Your uncle says he saw you with a girl." She didn't skip a beat. I did expect that, My mother's side of the family is...well... nosey. She wasn't drunk. I could tell because she didn't slur her words.

"yeah, I was with a friend," which wasn't a lie, we were on our way to becoming friends, but we did kiss. I think that complicates things. I could hear people muttering in the back. She had me on speakerphone and was more than likely sitting right by my uncle, her brother.

"I didn't know friends make out in a car parking lot," My uncle asserted, "Who is she? What's her name?"

"I wish you would have stayed with Betty's daughter." My mom muttered. Betty's daughter, My ex-girlfriend, Stacey, (I'm very sorry if your name is Stacey.)

"You know why we broke up," I reminded her again. I could hear shuffling from the other line.

"Men don't get raped." My mom seethed. My stomach dropped, why did she do this? I didn't even speak. I ended the call and powered off my phone. haphazardly throwing it out to the side. After everything, she wasn't on my side. I can't believe it.