Entanglement [COMPLETED✔]

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Alex

She's my daughter, I ranted over and over. 

She's not, my mind hissed in rebuttal. 

That voice was right, she wasn't my daughter, not by blood or papers. She was absolutely nothing more than the kid of the woman I once loved, or thought I loved.

Love was supposed to last, it was supposed to hold even in the worst of scenarios but it was a lie. How could I love a woman that left me? Because that's what Martha did, she didn't love me but I knew that from the beginning, yet I somehow tried to convince myself otherwise. I tried getting her to love me but she never did and at some point in our so-called marriage, I stopped.

Shouldn't my so-called love stand even after she died? Even when I saw another woman? Shouldn't I mourn and feel repressed? To feel as if no one could fill the hole in my heart? 

I knew I should but I didn't. 

That hole wasn't there because months later I realized that I never truly loved her. If I did, I wouldn't be feeling these emotions towards the one person I shouldn't. 

It was a shocker to come home, to find an envelope in the kitchen. To read it only to find out she had left, that the past year was nothing, that our marriage, short and quick, wasn't even real. That those papers we signed weren't legal, that all she wanted was for me to believe a lie. 

Now, what I did afterwards was only because I did care for her, she had nothing to do with her mothers ideas. I knew I didn't need to stay, that I could have left the same day as her mother did, could have abandoned her like everyone else but I didn't. Instead I stayed, I managed to convince a judge to let me keep her until she was of age which really wasn't that far off. And still, one year later, Laura was 19 and still I didn't leave her. 

Now how it all unfolded? I didn't know exactly, maybe it started long ago, maybe it was just carelessness. I didn't know but I did know that as more time went, Laura started confiding in me, she started looking out for me, making inappropriate comments here and there, getting loose around me.

When Martha lived, it wasn't all that different, Laura had been a lively girl with high spirits, and had the most blunt mouth in the world along with an unconcerned view of life or what society thought. She dressed however she wanted, short skirts with see through shirts. Ripped jeans with tight tank tops, heels and makeup that only made her look more beautiful than she was already. I hadn't made anything of it, why should I?

I want to lie and say that I never took notice but I did, I took notice of her dark brown hair, the shade of her skin, a darker tone than her mothers. I saw all of her but most of all I saw her green eyes, so alluring and trapping me at times. 

And then there was her body. If her mother was beautiful, Laura was gorgeous. Truly fucking gorgeous, long tones legs that were a result of the constant running she did, hips that somehow I knew would fit in my hands. A stomach that was sturdy and fucking chest that I always got distracted by. 

Two fucking years and I saw them on a daily basis, saw their roundness through the thin shirts she wore, its numb noticable through them. As perky as they could be considering their size, hanging a little but fuck who would complain? They were- fuck I wasn't supposed to even describe her but...

I was in trance. 

She was my daughter. 

No. She's not. My mind hissed loudly. 

He was right. Laura wasn't my daughter but it was wrong to think about Laura in such a way. To want to do unimaginable things to her, to run my hands across her body.