The Pursuit of Happiness

26. The Past Has Passed

Hey peeps... I know I suck with the updates... I'm sorry about that. My life has been going completely downhill. Financial situation and home situation really sucks, plus I am no longer in a relationship. Then there is this one asshole who I like but he pisses me off and our history is SUPER messy.... anyway the point is I been very depressed and haven't in the mood to write. I finally got around to finishing this chapter. Sorry if it's just kind of a filler. Hope you guys enjoy. Until next time peeps.
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(Edd)

"You are not allowed to see that boy or his family ever again! Understood??" Mother commanded as she stormed in the house. Father and I followed right behind her. My face went instantly red. I became irritated.

*How dare she even say that to me?!?*

How can my mother, who could barely even considered as such, have the audacity to forbid​ me from seeing the one I love and the family who accepted me as one of their own?? It was downright implausible!

"Hello?!?" Mother yelled, stomping her foot.

*Tell her no Eddward!*

"W-well m-mother..." I crumbled under her intense icy glare.

"Olivia!" Father shouted. He quickly closed the door behind him.

"What exactly was your intention with that unnecessary outburst you had tonight??" He hissed.

"Unnecessary?!? Richard! Didn't you hear--"

"I heard you arguing with a teenager like you had no damn sense!" He interrupted Mother.

"Then you give a ridiculous command to your son and you don't even know the depth of the situation!"

Mother stood there speechless as was I. Who was this man standing up for me, in his own vague way? Certainly not​ Richard Vincent.

"Maybe you should go upstairs and rest." Father said, his harsh tone slowly subsiding.

"B-but Richard--"

"Olivia please...this has turned into a long night...for all of us." He stated, taking a quick glance at me, then he looked back at his wife.

"...Fine. I suppose you're right." She said, slumping her shoulders over in defeat. Her icy blue eyes glistened...it looked like she about to cry. Something I have never seen before.

Finally, without a word, she trudged upstairs. My eyes followed her movements. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see father staring at me.

"Maybe you should take a walk...clear your head." He suggested and went towards the stairs. In disbelief, my eyes followed him as well.

When he got to the first step, he stopped. However, he didn't turn around to look at me. He kept staring up the stairs.

"It may not be now...but we will have our talk." And with that, he headed upstairs, possibly to further console his very upset wife. I let out a loud sigh.

*He wants to talk... to me?!?*

My mind became utterly exhausted from trying to decipher this crazy night. What are the odds that anything like THIS happening??

*Mother and Margaret... lovers??*

The idea was mind-blowing, I mean, they were completely on opposite sides of the spectrum! Mother was as distant and as cold as they come. Margaret's presence was the warm and bright sun itself. She was so inviting, so motherly.

*The mere concept of them together... absolutely absurd*

I LOVE YOUR SON!

Suddenly Kevin's voice boomed in my mind. I remembered his facial expression as he confessed his love clear across the table. His emerald eyes sparkled with anger and passion. His hands were placed firmly on table. They actually turning white, that's how angry he was. He never took his eyes off of the shocked Olivia Vincent.