Stepdaddy’s Obsession Over Me

KIMBERLY’S POV As he held her hand and looked into her eyes with awe, I watched. At the end of his vows, he told my mom, "Juliet, I love you." This made her smile even bigger. I rolled my eyes in anger and looked down at my phone. To take my mind off of how bad the wedding was, I played Sims Free Play. Through our mind link, my mother told me, "Put down the phone or I'll take it away tonight." I slammed my phone down on my lap, which made the two people sitting on either side of me look at me. I said in a low voice, "Mind your own business." They turned their heads. As soon as I lifted my head, I saw that they were kissing. I was hurt and angry at the same time. I don't know why, but my wolf also growled when it saw it. Why did I hate it when my mom kissed my "step-dad"? It's not like I should care. I do, though... I didn't like it when she touched him when she brought him over for dinner. I didn't like it when he cuddled up with her instead of me on those nights he came over for "quality time." I put aside my anger and joined the other guests in cheering as my mom and stepdad walked back down the aisle together, their fingers tangled. I let out a low growl and looked around to make sure no one heard. Then I turned my attention back to the newlyweds and glared at them. He should be looking at me, not her, but what can I do? What the hell am I talking about? I told myself it was probably just my hormones making me like the devilishly good-looking Roland Nick, aka step-dad. It's likely that these thoughts will go away as time goes on, right? Even though my eyes were already on him, he looked at me. He looks at me in a way that makes me think he knows. He seems to understand how I feel and may... He might feel the same way. At that very moment, he took his eyes off of mine, and I quietly whimpered at the loss of our very small touch. It's clear that he would never feel that way about me. He cared about my mom.... My mom... No, not me. I went past the people who were crowded around them and over to my mom when she waved for me to come to her. When she smiled at me, I couldn't help but smile back. Since my real dad, her partner, died, mom was finally truly happy. It didn't matter what kind of feelings I had for Roland; they would go away in time. Right now, what mattered most was her happiness. She told me, "Stand by Roland Kimberly." I didn't want to, but I did, and I put on a fake smile while a photographer took pictures of us. I could feel eyes burning holes in the side of my head from time to time. When I finally looked up, Roland was looking at me and then smiling as he turned his head back to the front. Who is he? The photographer told me, "Look forward, miss." I said something inaudible to say sorry, then turned around and smiled. "Okay. Now just the bride and groom. Miss, can you move please?" I moved out of the way and stood next to the photographer as I watched him take pictures of my mom and Roland. I heard a noise and looked over to see him grab my mom, pull her close, and kiss her. I was very angry, but I held back my growl because I thought it might be heard. Since everyone was looking at the newlyweds, I hid in the back of the crowd so no one would see me. I then wiped my tears away. Oh my God, this hurt so much! After Two Years As I walked up to my front door, I bobbed my head slowly to the song Hero by Kid Cudi and Skylar Grey while biting down on an apple. As always, school was a drag. I never liked being picked on or anything like that; it makes me sad all the time. As I walked through my front door, I quietly shut it so as not to wake up my mom or his wife. Since Roland married my mom, I've tried to stay away from them for two years. I love my mom more than anything, but I can't stand seeing her with Roland. From the beginning of their relationship to the wedding and even now, it hurts me more than anything else. Roland and I don't say more than 20 words to each other every day, and sometimes we say as few as 10. But when we look deeply into each other's eyes, we always do it together. Over the past few years, my feelings for him have gotten so strong that I don't know why they still haven't gone away. That's what I always thought it was—a high school girl crush. But this is crazy. When I got to the living room to watch some more Empire, I dropped my bag near the door and went to watch some shows. But as soon as I saw what was in front of me, I forgot about Empire. Roland was sitting on the couch with my mom on top of him, and they were having a very hot make out session. A mix of anger and a strong desire to be with someone made me growl out loud. My mom yelled, "Kimberly!" which broke their kiss and sent them flying off his lap. "I'm sorry, honey. We just...well, we..." She stopped talking and looked down at her hands, flushed red as hell. Thank God she didn't think my growl was anything other than what she thought it was: an angry growl at seeing her. I tried to calm down as much as possible and gave her a fake smile, which was something I had perfected after hiding how I really felt for so long. "It's …alright mom. I was actually about to go for a run..." I told her. It would be great to go for a run right now. What I really need right now is to let my wolf run away for a few hours, get rid of all my worries, and be free of them for a while. I looked over at Roland, who was quietly fixing his clothes behind my mom while looking at me as well. She asked, "Oh, but what about your birthday party?" and I laughed. I forget my own birthday, but I didn't care, right? I was most excited about finding my true love, who would take away my strange feelings for my stepfather. I quickly answered, "I'll be back in time for it." I was eager to leave the awkward situation. My mom gave me a small kiss and said, "Okay, sweetheart. But be careful." I caught it and gave her a fake kiss on the chest. Then I blew her one back and turned my back to leave. His smooth, husky, sexy voice sent chills down my spine as it said, "Keep your guard up, Kimberly." I jumped out of the front door and ran into the thick woods. I took off all of my clothes and left them on a nearby stump, then changed into my dark red wolf form. I shook out my thick, shiny fur and then ran into the forest, enjoying the way the wind felt on my face and through my coat. I've always felt calm when I was running as a wolf. Nothing else could do that. I didn't have to think about anything because of it. Nobody to go home to, and I don't have any strange feelings that I feel I should be able to explain or give a reason for. I felt free. I got to a big field with lots of white daisies and roses. When I was younger, I came here a lot after my dad died. They told me to scream, cry, and show any feeling I didn't want to show my mom. It became my safe place, and it still is. I quickly scanned the area to make sure there were no stray wolves in it. Then I laid down, put my head between my paws, and let my thoughts take over. I can't hide how I really feel about Roland any longer if they don't go away. But I wouldn't be a good daughter if I ruined my mom's marriage. I might be able to hold out for a little while longer.... I had planned to move out since this is my last year of high school. Putting some space between us would be good for me. I hope so. I was thinking so much that I didn't notice I had passed out in my safe place.