The Twisted Fated Love

The Mistress and New Queen

    Seven days later we have a huge funeral service and celebration for all of our fallen warriors. The families of the fallen must wear a color that reminds them of that person as well as bringing their most prized possession. I was wearing a beautiful little lace dress in the color lavender because my mom loved lavender and I have my hair up with a stick of lavender in it to help hold it up. I took my mom's hair pin that had a very elegant bird with an orchid on its head.

    I walk outside and see everyone in their colors. It looked like a rainbow and I loved it. I see my friend Tremor and walk over to him.

“Hey Tremor”

“Hey”

“If you don’t mind me asking who died for you?”

“My brother Vander. What about you?”

“My mother.”

“If your mother died then who is that woman with your dad? Because this whole time I thought she was your mom and on top of that she is wearing your mom's dress.”

    I turn and see what he was talking about. I say bye to Tremor and start to walk over there. I am almost next to them but I am close enough to hear them. So I stopped where I am and hid in a bush to hear what they are saying.

“What about your daughter” 

“She will learn to get over it.”

“What if she doesn't like me. I mean her mom just died, she is not gonna take this well. What if she doesn’t like me. What am I to do then?”

“She doesn’t have to like you if she doesn’t want to but she will respect you. I am marrying you a week from today so she is gonna have to get used to it and you.”

    At that I step from my hiding place and approach them. I walk up to them and just stand there, behind their backs. He leans in and kisses her and then he sees me and pulls away. We stare at each other for a while. Then she turns and sees me. She reaches out her hand “Hi. It’s a pleasure to meet you, my name is…”. That's as far as she got before I ran away.

    I ran all the way back to my room. I hopped right on my bed and cried while cuddling with the picture of me,     my mom and my dad. I wasn’t in there long before my dad came in the room. He came and sat on the edge of the bed.”Lavina” he started before I decided to cut him off. “Why are you marrying that woman? My mom just died, today we are celebrating her life.” I say while tears are streaming down my face. He had a confused look on his face. He must be trying to figure out how I know. “Tremor pointed you guys out to me and I was walking over to see who the woman was and I heard you guys talking. I hid in the bush to hear what was being said and I heard what you said.” he is looking at me with a blank expression. “How much did you hear?” he asks. “How you're gonna marry her and i will either love her or be forced to respect her.”

    He lowers his head into his hands and takes a few deep breaths. I sit there looking at him while I debate about asking who the woman is. He looks at me with some kind of empathic plea in his eyes. As I was about to ask him who the woman is he tells me himself. “Her name is Scarlet and I have been seeing her for over two years. She is my mistress who I plan on marrying. I met her at a party I had gone to. She was stunning and I fell under her spell instantly.” it is now my turn to stare blanklessly. “Whats a mistress?” I ask once I comprehend as much as my 5 year old brain could. “A mistress is someone who likes to take married men away from their wives.” he says. 

    “So you didn’t love mom? You didn’t find her attractive? How come you didn't want to stay with mom?” I ask. He just looked at me for a moment and was about to say something when the bedroom door opened. Scarlet came in and tried to sit on my bed. I wasn't having that and pushed her off. She looked at me and was about to say something then I started speaking.

    “You will never be my mom. So don’t try to act like you could take her spot. I will not ever love you nor like you. For the sake of my dad though I will respect you as long as you respect me. Okay.” she looked at me. She looked kind of defeated. She turned around and started to walk out but before she left out the door she turned around and said “Okay.”.

    My dad looked at me and he looked furious. Then he left the room too. Later that night at dinner it was silent. It was quiet and awkward. My dad looked at me once all of dinner. After dinner I walked into my room and prepared myself to go to sleep. As I got into bed my dad came into the room. He walked right up to me and slapped me. I looked up at him in shock. My dad has never hit me before.

    “HOW COULD YOU SAY THOSE THINGS TO HER!” he starts yelling at me. “Do you know how bad you hurt her feelings. She ran into our room and cried for hours!” I lower my head. Then I look up and say “SHE ISN’T MY MOM SO WHY SHOULD I TREAT HER LIKE SHE IS. MY MOMMY IS DEAD. SHE ISN’T NOR WILL SHE EVER BE MY MOM!” and that sentence there earned me another slap. “ I told her I would respect her as long as she respected me. So why are you so mad at me?” looking him in his eyes as I say it. He looks at me and with a disgusted and disappointed look in his face says this. “If you don’t learn to love her and respect her you could consider yourself not my daughter.” he starts to walk to the door. Before he gets the chance to leave I say this, “I will never love her so I guess I am no longer you daughter.”. He then turns and says “Tomorrow have your things packed by 4 pm I’m sending you to your grandparents house. You will stay there until you can learn to love her and if you never do then you can never come back.” I looked at him and just turned around and laid down.

    My mom dying is proving itself to be changing my whole life. For better and for worse.