Dreams made Real
Remarrying
Mourn's POV
"I'm remarrying" Mother announced. "What?" I asked. "To me." a voice said. Then a man steeped out. He was a tall, lean, dark-skinned bald guy. "His name is Tom. Isn't he a beaut?" she swooned "I can't believe this. You're literately RUINING my life." I shouted and stomped off. I was almost to my room when he griped my arm.
"Now you listen top me, young lady. Since I'm your father now, I make the rules in this house. And in this house, under MY rules, we don't shout, or stomp Do you hear me?" his grip tightened as he went on. "I said do you HEAR me?" he started to raise his voice. I felt intimidated by his words and let out a quiet "Yes sir." He let go and I dashed out of the house as fast as I could. Tears ran down my face as I ran to Central Park. I saw my best friend Blue sitting down with her guitar and her song-writing book on a bench. She looked up and smiled. But as soon as she saw my tears, the smile faded. She walked over to me, and I stopped. "Hey, I was just sitting here waiting for y-" she started, but I cut her off with a hug. It took her about 2 seconds before she hugged me back. "What's wrong?" she asked. She took out her extra pocket knife and handed it to me, she knew that I cut myself a lot and so did she.
"I'm remarrying" Mother announced. "What?" I asked. "To me." a voice said. Then a man steeped out. He was a tall, lean, dark-skinned bald guy. "His name is Tom. Isn't he a beaut?" she swooned "I can't believe this. You're literately RUINING my life." I shouted and stomped off. I was almost to my room when he griped my arm.
"Now you listen top me, young lady. Since I'm your father now, I make the rules in this house. And in this house, under MY rules, we don't shout, or stomp Do you hear me?" his grip tightened as he went on. "I said do you HEAR me?" he started to raise his voice. I felt intimidated by his words and let out a quiet "Yes sir." He let go and I dashed out of the house as fast as I could. Tears ran down my face as I ran to Central Park. I saw my best friend Blue sitting down with her guitar and her song-writing book on a bench. She looked up and smiled. But as soon as she saw my tears, the smile faded. She walked over to me, and I stopped. "Hey, I was just sitting here waiting for y-" she started, but I cut her off with a hug. It took her about 2 seconds before she hugged me back. "What's wrong?" she asked. She took out her extra pocket knife and handed it to me, she knew that I cut myself a lot and so did she.
Notes
This is my first story so don't hate me for making it so stupid and short!
