My True Soulmate (Harlena Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

Darcy

After Harry had asked me on a date, which I happily agreed to go on, we talked for a little bit more and then he drove me home. My mom was working at the hospital all day so he didn't get to meet her. We decided that after we meet each other's parents, we were going to go sign the papers at the Town Council Hall.

I was currently sitting on my couch, watching reruns of American Horror Story, while eating junk food. Typical teenage girl, am I right? I love watching this show and it was the only good one on but, hey I'm not complaining, it's one of my favorites. Although, it's been pretty hard focusing on the show when Harry's texting me.

Saying Harry is the sweetest guy I've ever met would be an understatement. He is such a genuine person and he has a really big heart. Harry makes sure that I know I'm beautiful and, although I don't believe it, I assure him that I know it because I know it makes him happy.

This whole law having to do with matching pendants and soul mates is stupid but really, it's scary. You don't get to chose who your soul mate is and you don't have a say on whether or not you can stay with them. It's mandatory. You find your soul mate, you stay with them for the rest of your life.

To be honest, I was afraid of being matched with a crackhead or a killer or maybe even someone who abuses women. I was afraid that my mother wouldn't like him or he would tear what I have left of my family apart and I just can't let that happen.

I have a past with the law. I used to go in every month to try and get rid of the law but it never worked. I heard that when the law was first created, people would riot and try to stop it but it became huge so the consequences of doing that was death. Because my father worked for the government, he was able to convince the punishers to lessen the punishment. Instead of death, I was whipped.

Aside from my past, that's how my day went. American Horror Story with blankets and sweets. My mom got home at around 9:30 while I was just about ready to head upstairs. The moment she walked in I could sense something was wrong. She has a way of making her face look stone cold with no emotion and that's when I know she's trying to cover up her real emotions.

"Mom, what's wrong?" I asked.

The relationship between my mother and I hasn't alway been the best. I loved her and she loved me but I was more of daddy's princess rather than mommy's little cupcake. Before my father passed, she was loving and caring and always an inspiration to me. I've always aspired to be the same woman she had become.

But then my father died of cancer and she locked herself away. She doesn't talk much, she's closed up and she cries too much. Instead of turning to drugs or alcohol like probably any other woman would do, she just got on with her day and locked herself in the guestroom to cry.

My mother loved my father with every bone in her body and she would do anything for him. I would kill to have a man look at me and love me the way my mother did to my father. Now things are different. Now she doesn't even have the guts to look me in the eye.

"Don't worry, honey. You should get some sleep or something." she said without a single glance as she walked up the stairs and locked herself away, again.

I wish she would talk to me again. The way she used to. She was always there. The difference between her mourning over my father's passing is that, we are both heartbroken but I know that he wouldn't want me acting the way mom is right now. She just doesn't understand that yet.

I walked into the kitchen and made some rice and beans for her. After leaving the food outside of her door, I walked to my room and put on one of my dads old t-shirts with some knee-high socks. I hopped on my bed and took out my phone. Before I knew it, I was dialing Stevie's number.