Fifty/Fifty

chapter 3 :wedding

After one year

I was in my room and i dressed up in grey crop hoodie and high waisted Jeans and left my hair open and applied some fondation and lip bam and pair of sneakers and tried my best not look anyway interested for wedding.

I got to the wedding early enough, I sat at back sit .

It was big church decorated with white and yellow roses .

My dad and my so-called mother were already at the alter. My dad dressed up in royal black suit and hair were all brushed back giving him perfect look and trimmed stubble.

My Step mother wore fishtail wedding dress with crown on her head and wore heavy makeup.

The ceremony started .

Dad said the vow and step mom also said the vow. They both smiled and exchanged the rings

I remembered when I was small l always ask my dad why don't you invite me in your wedding. I regretted why I asked him.

He takes me so seriously I said in sarcastically tone.
I ran out of the church. I can't take it anymore

My eyes brim with tears. There was an assault on my heart. I felt to fragile,feeling that I would die any second .

I asked myself how can she take my eomma place?

I promise you eomma she can't take your place. She will never be close to me I will make sure.

I love you and I keep loving you in my whole life. She can't replace you eomma.

After few minutes I went back to my home and headed towards kitchen bar and took one bottle of wine and poured it in the wine glass and sat outside in garden and played my and eomma 's favorite songs.

I started sobbing remembering that night I lost my eomma. Why god you leave me alive in this shitty world? I need you eomma.

Why god ? Why ? I said in a weak voice .

I wiped my tears make my second promise with full Of aggression that i would never talk to dad

This is my second blackest night in my life.

This was my first time I consumed alchohol.

Salanghae eomma forever.

End of flashback