Ending As The Yakuza Heiresses' Imoutto

Ichi

5th Grade

It was really hard for me to catch up with everything that's going on in my life.

My real father just got caught cheating with my English teacher by my mother and I after going home from our weekly mother-daughter bonding in the mall.

I mean, I don't know what the hell was I and my mother seeing, when we saw him and Mrs. Sullivan going at it in our sofa.

I was traumatized seeing my father and teacher buck naked in our living room!

It was a disaster.

To cut the story short, my mother filed a divorce and after just three months we were finally free from all the tears and heartache that the whole process had caused us.

Cheating dad left home, Mrs. Sullivan filed her resignation letter and my mother was left wallowing with sadness and heartbreak from the whole ordeal.

But along the way, I just started to notice that mom wasn't staring off in the distance anymore. I don't see her standing outside my dad's office in our house in the middle of the night. I don't hear her crying silently in the guest room anymore ( cause she said that she doesn't know if those two have also defiled the master's bedroom too).

Her dull sad eyes doesn't seem like that anymore too.

And that's what gave me the clue that my mom have already moved on.

And somebody must be the reason for her unconscious smiles.

And oh, that was two weeks before my 5th grade completion.

I was happy for my mother. It's not like my father was really a rotten guy. I hate him for hurting my mom. It's only natural. But at the same time I was relieved for how things went through.

My mom and dad only got married out of their parents decision. It was the typical story of a football jock that got to catch the most beautiful and innocent nerd as my mom. She's very kind, smart and sweet. It's not that he forced his self on her, it was just that good girls tend to fall for the bad boys. And in my mother's case, their love story wasn't like how teen romance books tells how it is. They didn't fell in love with each other. Or in specific, dad really doesn't love mom. But I know mom truly did care for him and at some point once loved him. It was just pure teen hormonal urges per se. Welp, that might just be my cynical mind talking.

Well nothing else followed, except I was conceived on my mom's 19th birthday.

How did they end up getting married?

Well that was funny. My grandpapa fucking chased him with his shot gun all through our neighborhood. Did he get caught by the police?

No. You see, grandpapa is a retired US Navy Commander. Everybody in the suburbs loves and respected him. More so after he saved 218 people, adults and kids  from a hostage taking and robbery in the nearby mall 3 years ago.

He was the most coolest Gramps anyone could ever ask for.

And that is why even my dad's parents pushed him to marry my mom or else it was the end for his little friend.

I know it was hilarious but it's the truth! Everybody must have been there to witness how they made an oath wherein if my dad hurt my mom and I, grandpapa got to cut his dick off. And so they got married while mom was four weeks pregnant with me.

It was sad really. Because almost everybody knows that my parents are not really in love with each other. My mom was just trying to hold our family together for my sake.

And when grandpapa suddenly died last year because of heart attack, dad was like a prisoner given freedom at last. And so and behold on how and why he hooked up with my newly moved in English teacher.

He was not the greatest of fathers. But at least he was a decent one. He provides us financially, used to send me to school,  ate meals with us and watch my soccer games without a miss when I was still tolerated by my bratty classmates and snob teachers.

There will always be apart of me that will miss him but I know that this is for the better. It's finally time to set them both free of their ties and find true happiness that they didn't find with each other.

And that is how only just three weeks ago that my mother told me that she already found the one.

And that one just happens to be a Japanese business mogul and a yakuza leader in one of her dating apps.

And now, I'm currently living in Japan as a third heiress and the new American transferee at Hiryo Gakuen.

And did I tell you that I unfortunately have a photographic memory, perks of my congenital savant case that made me skip until to senior year?

Holy cheesecake! I effin'  finished a chapter! It's a miracle people! I badly want to cry!!!! Gaaahhhh! Who am I kidding? Let's partaayyy!!!!