In Love With A Sociopath

Chapter 14

Mary's POV

I finger the laces of my white wedding dress. This is supposed to be the happiest day of my life. But instead of a smile on my face, there's a tear running down my face.

My own mother won't be coming to my wedding.

I remember everything that happened when I ended up telling her.

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God, how am I going to tell my mother that I'm getting married to Kevin? 

I haven't even told her that I'm in a relationship with him again! 

She doesn't even know that he's out of prison. I know she doesn't know because she would have warned me about him if she did. 

This all kind of makes me question whether or not I should have said yes to Kevin so quickly.

I do want to marry him and spend the rest of my life with him. 

But I feel like this is something that I should have discussed with my mother first.

 I walked up to my mother's front door and knocked quickly and swiftly. After a few moments, she opens the door and welcomes me with a large, warm hug.

"Mary, dear!", she exclaims,"How nice it is to see my baby girl again. Now, tell me all about your work in Psychology. Oh, I'm so proud of you."

"It's amazing. A little stressful...okay, a lot stressful, but it's all worth it.", I say,"But that's not exactly why I came here today."

"Oh?", she asks,"Well, what is it, dear?"

There's a moment of silence and I can't get the words out. And I'm so unsure right now if I even want to. Is it really worth hurting my mom?

She puts her hand on mine,"Mary, tell me. You can tell me anything. You know that."

Another moment of silence, and then I'm finally able to get something out,"....do...do you remember Kevin?"

This time the silence is very painful.

"....Yes.", she says in a tight voice,"Why?"

"Well...", I croak,"He came back and we...."

This is the part that I'm dreading. Because it's when the truth spills out.

My mother's grip on my hand tightens,"You what?"

Okay, I just gotta rip it off; like a bandaid.

"We're getting married.", I say a little too loudly.

Okay. It's out there.

My mom doesn't say anything. Instead, she gets up and begins to pace around the living room with her hands on her head.

"You WHAT?!?!", she suddenly screams.

I get up,"Mom, I know you're mad that I didn't tell you we were together. But I knew you'd get mad so-"

"So you lied to me?", she interrupts,"You just happen to drop this bomb on me when you're getting married?! And I have every right to get angry. You're. Getting. Married. To. A. Killer!"

"An ex-killer!", I say in a pleading voice,"He's changed! He's taking meds and he hasn't done anything harmful towards anyone else lately. I love him. I can't help it. I love him so much."

"He's a SOCIOPATH!", she screams,"He CAN'T change! You're the dumbest Psychologist that I've ever laid my eyes on!"

Okay. That hurt.