My Boyfriend Is A Vampire|Completed✔️

Chapter Twenty-Five: Back Story

Short Chapter

-At Home-

"Thank you guys! For everything." I hugged Ian, Blade and Naomi all together and I cried.

"I wouldn't know what to do without you guys." I continued as we pulled away.

"Of course. We're always here for each other." Naomi replied while smiling at me.

I then heard footsteps behind me and I turned around and saw mother. I smiled at her and ran over to her and hugged her.

"I'm so glad you're okay." She said while she cupped my face.

I smiled and hugged her again. I missed my mother. Ever since I saw father it reminded me of how much pain she went through, and it hurts me deeply. And when she saw me on that chair and when she saw father I could tell that she was hurt as well. All the pain that went through me actually made me want to kill myself. What was the point of living if all I felt was pain? Knowing that my father actually double-crossed us makes me even more upset. And there goes that pain in my chest again.

"Why are you crying, honey?" Mother asked me softly.

I didn't realize a tear escaped my eye until I touched my cheek. "It's just that, everything we've been through was tough and painful. Now that you know dad is actually alive and he's some evil bastard, it makes it harder for us to trust people. And he basically lied to us too." I explained.

"Think about it. He never said that he went to rehab and that the medics took care of him from the overdose and how he paid them to keep quiet. And he didn't seem to care that you were depressed for months and how Jayda was suicidal."

The more I talked about it, the more emotional I got.

"He didn't care! He only cared for himself!" I yelled while I broke down and mother was quick to comfort me while I cried into her shoulder.

Soft footsteps was heard behind me and Blade embraced me from the back while Naomi and Ian hugged all of us.

I felt supported and loved at that moment and I felt safe. I haven't felt like that in a long time.

Throughout the years it was tough. I got bullied a lot throughout the years and my dad was there doing his drugs and mother was drinking.

Yes, I know that this is only known now.

Dad was so dependent on drugs that he used it on the daily. Mother hated that and no matter how many times she told him to stop, he just wouldn't. She would get stressed out from telling him so many times so she got into drinking. Father loved Jayda and I dearly, he was always there for me and her. He would call us cute nicknames like "princess" and "babygirl."

I missed those times.

A few years later he did it so much that he "overdosed." Mother, Jayda and I were heartbroken and disappointed. We were told by the medics that he had passed away from a cardiac arrest, mother broke down and Jayda and I tried our best to make her feel better.

Pain was in all of us. I knew that I had to be strong cause that's what dad "would've" wanted.  Mother was depressed and just stopped drinking, Jayda didn't feel well at times and she stressed cutting herself. She tried to take pills, she tried to use a razor blade, she tried to run out onto the road, she tried everything. But thank god I was always there to stop her.

Now, since dad is actually alive, I felt betrayed. More pain filled my body, mixed in with anger. That makes me think that did he really want to take care of us, did he truly love us?

Whatever the answer will be, I'm going to find out.

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