Okay guys, new story because this has been in my head for a long time and it just wouldn't go away!
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Mom met a really handsome man about a year after Dad died. Mom was only 23 and the handsome man was only 25.
He always had a mysterious look that settled on his face, and whenever he looked at my mom while she wasn't looking at him, he had an evil smirk plastered.
"Mommy. . . I don't really like your boyfriend. he looks mean," my 5 year old self mumbled one day when my mother and I were sitting down while she was feeding me cereal. She looked a bit shocked at what I said.
"Well why don't you like him?" she asked in a tender voice. She had a curious smile planted on her lips. I thought for a while before I spoke up.
"Well, b-because he always looks so---you can't read how he's feeling or what he's thinking," I pouted a bit. I started to cross my arms just before I turned in the seat facing the opposite way from where my mother was looking at me, then I added in the part I felt was most important to me at the time.
"Plus, he isn't even my dad, what do I call him...?" I drifted off. I could feel my mother's frown after the words left my small lips. I heard her sigh.
"Well I can fix that."
"What do you mean?" I questioned, confused by how she could fix the situation. But then again, mommy could do anything. I smiled and waited for her response.
"Well me and Derek have been together for a really long time now, and I---we're going to become a family!" she said brightly with a grin on her face. I scrunched up my nose in confusion.
"You don't have to worry about what you should call Derek anymore!"
"Really?" I asked excited, yet naive to what was really happening.
"Now you can start calling him-"
Just as she was about to finish, a person stepped into the kitchen from the dark hallway. A dark smirk remained on his lips. Derek.
"You can call me Daddy."
An evil smile spread across his face as he stared at me with eyes that could only lead to trouble.
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