BROKEN: A Dark Romance

It all started a sixteen months ago, when my friends started treating me differently just because I didn't have a boyfriend. The parties they would attend, the clubbing they would go to, wherever I went I was left out all alone. Boys doesn't excite me, never has, never will but my friends just won't understand.

So, before they started calling me gay, I told them a huge lie, that I have a boyfriend. He's hot, he's in college, he's rich, he's fun loving, everything about him was exactly like a girl dreams about in guys.

It went well with my chain of long made up stuff about my imaginary boyfriend for a while; a couple of weeks to be precise. But now, they were starting to see through my lies.

My friend, Al challenged me to bring my boyfriend. She started saying things like, "You and your boyfriend seems to be so fake. If you really have a boyfriend and if he's really that great, why hasn't anybody seen him yet?"

I was caught off-guard, we fought a lot upon this... and finally, since I had no evidence to prove my lies as my truth, my friends became my nightmare. Entire highschool started making fun of me. People started calling me a liar, a gay and other names.

I thought everything will settle down after a couple of weeks but, it didn't. Infact, it got even more worse. Somebody spread a rumour about me that I was looking for a boyfriend... and that I was a slut.

That rumour was the worse of all. The way boys at school would look at me, talk to me, touch me inappropriately, without my consent.

I NEEDED TO PROVE THAT I REALLY HAD A BOYFRIEND.

Because of the ill-treatment at school, I started skipping and strolling around like a loner on the streets of the city. I even begged my mom to change my schools. I didn't have it in me to tell my mom the truth. My mom didn't help me change my school. I was stuck. With only one option left for me; find a guy, exactly like I described my boyfriend as and get him to be my fake boyfriend.

Approximately a week later than me skipping school, one day I was helping my mom clean up when the doorbell rang. Mom asked me to get the door while she was busy in moving around the chairs.

I was the only daughter of my mother. My dad disowned us both when my mom couldn't give him a son like he had always wished for. It's me and mom since then. My dad may be the reason why I'm not exactly comfortable around guys.

I opened the door to spot this drop dead handsome guy standing at the door with a tea cup in his hand. I was spellbound for once when I looked at his appearance. He was really a gorgeous man; jet black hairs, long eyelashes, hazel nut eyes, perfect stubble. I'm not sure about his chest and abs but what I could see through the sweatshirt that he was wearing, I was pretty sure he sweats it out a lot in gym.

One look at him and I couldn't help but notice how similar he appeared than the imaginary guy I define as my boyfriend amongst my friends.

"Hey there. I'm Vincenzo Martinez. I moved next door a couple of nights ago. I haven't been able to shop and just recently ran out of sugar. Can I have some of yours?" He asked pointing at his cup.

I stood there spellbound, not exactly mesmerized, just wondering how exactly he looked like the guy from my imaginations and how if he could agree to be my boyfriend, that would just shut up everyone at school and I could manage to live peacefully once again.

"Tessa? Who's at the door?" My mom called out to me walking back at the door herself.

My mom is in her late thirties but she doesn't look a day older than 29. She was beautiful, very beautiful. When she walked down the streets people did turn back checking out just how beautiful my mom was. Exactly like how this guy, Vincenzo was checking my mom out. I could exactly sense the spark between these two standing at the door there.

On a second look, this guy was an impeccable beauty only the fact that he was older than I had described him to my friends... about 27-30 years old?

Maybe, this won't work. I could see he was interested in my mom and not me.

Disheartened, I went back and left my mom alone to talk to the man at the door and started moving the chairs. I didn't expect it but, a small encounter at the door and here he was a few minutes later in my living space moving furnitures around with me and mom.

I really liked him, but I could see how he was not interested in me but my mom. Mom seemed happy too, after a long long time. I never saw her with dad and I was happy for mom. I wanted to be and I could have been if only my imaginary boyfriend wasn't a problem back at my school.

My mom and Vincenzo were hitting it off really well. Its been a week now and I couldn't help but notice things and be happy for my mom. She meant the entire world to me and I was happy to see my world happy and feeling lucky. But my problem still continued to become my nightmares.

The pals at school had all stopped talking with me. Yesterday, I asked for a pencil since I accidentally forgot to bring one from one of the guys there and he asked me to sit on his lap in exchange for that. The humiliation, the ignorance, everything was just so intolerable for me.

But one Monday morning, Vincenzo accidentally came home early in the morning, right when I was leaving for school. He offered to drop me to school and mom pressed me to take his offer.

He drove me to the gates and waited for me to get in. I was reluctant to go but what could I even do? With heavy heart I walked into the campus and planned as soon as Vincenzo would drive off, I'll run away from the school either. But my luck was at it's worst. I was caught off-guard with none other than Al, who was the reason why I started all of this.

Accidentally, she had seen the man I came in with and started asking me questions like "Who was that guy? Your brother? He seems really really hot."

I couldn't say he was my mother's boyfriend because that would make me a daughter who cannot get a boyfriend but her mother can. I just didn't want to hear any of that.

"No one." I said and started walking with my head down towards my class. The entire way she started following me around and kept talking about how gorgeous Vincenzo was and how she could never think of me even being around guys as hot as he was.

Finally, when I had enough of her taunting me I told her a lie, AGAIN.

"He's Vincenzo Martinez. My boyfriend."

Right when I said that, things changed. I suddenly became this hot girl with a boyfriend way more hotter. Girls started surrounding me, talking boys with me, the attention I started to get at school was indescribable.

It continued for a couple of months more. I was happy with the lie I told at school. I would ask Vincenzo to drop me at school more often so people could LOOK and think that he really WAS my boyfriend. It was all going great. Neither did mom, nor did Vincenzo had any idea how the entire school knew that Vincenzo Martinez was MY boyfriend.

Things were fine after that, and that's how I passed my grade ten.

It was semester break before grade eleven started, I was doing nothing but chilling at home, watching my mom and Vincenzo happy. I was still happy for the two of them. Why won't I be, right?

That is what I thought before that day when Al called me and asked me to hang out with her and her friends at her house pool with my boyfriend.

I couldn't imagine a day like this would come. Now if I said I broke up with Vincenzo she'd become suspicious again and I'd become 'THE LIAR' once again. I didn't know what to do. I called in sick that one time.

But this thing never stopped. It was a month now, that every weekend Al would call me and ask me to hangout and I'd turn her down making one excuse or the other. "The liar" thing was about to start for me. I had to do something... But asking Vincenzo, my possible step dad to pretend to be my boyfriend for one night? How inappropriate is that?!

Right?!

Wrong.

I was desperate. So I called him home when mom wasn't home. He came in and brought some chocolates for me, probably what every guy would bring for his girlfriend's daughter when he'd visit her.

Pouring him out some cold drinks and snacks, I asked him for this favour. To be my pretend boyfriend, for one night so my pals doesn't see through my lies. I told him that he could say 'no' to me but begged him to not tell mom about any of this. I couldn't imagine what my mom would do to me if she found out about the lies I've been telling around to people about the guy she has been going out with.

Vincenzo had a very serious look on his face when he first hear me out but then, his eyes, something changed in them. Surprisingly enough, he agreed upon becoming my fake boyfriend for a night.

I was shocked, but happy. It's been a couple of months since I've known Vincenzo. He was always really sweet with me... exactly like my father would be or even more.

The night was set. Everything was perfect. Vincenzo had taken care of mom and I was ready to go out to my friends' with Vincenzo in his huge mercedes benz.

The look on my friends and their boyfriends' faces were all worth watching when I arrived at the place with my "MAN". Vincenzo was playing along with me really well too. He got comfortable with my friends, hugged me closer to himself, acting so PDA-ish in front of them, so they'd think that we're so into each other.

Al was jealous. Ofcourse. I had achieved my goal. Although my friends kept saying that Vincenzo was a lot older than me but, I covered it up saying "That was why I kept him hidden and got humiliated for so long"

It was time now, about an hour and a half. Sam suggested we play kiss or dare. That's when things with Vincenzo started getting darker.

The first time the bottle pointed at Vincenzo, he was asked to kiss me. I stood up asking the people to drop the game and if they were not, I didn't want to play this game anymore. I couldn't kiss my step dad. It was WRONG! I was cheating on my mom doing this.

But Vincenzo, by the look on his face it was pretty evident that he was enjoying this game immensely. He asked me to calm down, said things like, "It's not like we haven't kissed before babe. We're all friends, don't be shy."

Even though I reminded him about my mom with my eye language, he just grabbed my wrist, pulled me closer and sucked on my lips. I used my hands immediately against his chest to push him off of me but he sneaked his hands to my àss and squeezed there, deepening the kissing.

Two minutes, and I was breathless. Looking into his eyes which weren't kind and father-like anymore. I was scared. Of him and of his intentions.

I wanted to quit. I announced my quitting right after but, Vincenzo grabbed my wrist pulled me on his lap and squeezed onto my body pressing me closer to himself and said, "Let's play babe, cause I'm just starting to have my fun."

The things that followed were dark, really really dark. The next time bottle spinned and pointed at me, I was asked to give Vincenzo a lap dance.When I was forced to do so, I felt him hard under his pants, his thing poking me.

Throughout the game, the kind of dares people were throwing at us, things started to get more and more uncomfortable. I had finally sensed that Vincenzo was not a nice guy and this should end right away or my mom... What about my mom?!

I felt guilty, cursed myself. I had ruined my mom's only shot at being happy with someone in life. I couldn't stand Vincenzo anymore after tonight. But things, they had just started to go bad tonight.

Soon it was 2am and we were gonna sleep. There were three couples staying that night. Sam and Alia; Al and Mark; Me and Vincenzo. I thought they'd make boys sleep together in one room and girl's sleep together in the other but... It wasn't that. Al wanted to spend the night with her boyfriend, Sam wanted Alia with him too. Leaving me and Vincenzo to stay together in one room, alone

I remember how Al teased me before we were heading inside the room, handling me a condóm; "Here's a protection. Have fun."

The way she winked, she didn't want to hide away from Vincenzo, and the way Vincenzo smirked at me... He sure had it in his mind.

I hear him shutting the door, locking with clearing his throat. "So, what next? You and I, alone in the room, why are you still wearing your clothes?" He said coming a little too closer to me, his finger pulled one of the straps down my shoulder.

"Stay away from me Vincenzo. What are you trying to do?! You're supposed to be my mom's boyfriend, my step dad. And you're continuously throwing yourself at me, I won't allow you to cheat on my mom!" I said and started to leave when he grabbed me from my arms and dashed me back on the bed.

"I'm your boyfriend for the night. That's what your friends think, isn't it?" He started opening his shirt's buttons. "You asked me to come here as your boyfriend, you were the one who lied to your friends, It's you Tessa who's lied to everyone around. So then tell me, am I throwing myself on you or you're the one who's throwing herself at me?"

I backed away, with tears in my eyes. "But you're dating my mom. What about her?"

He threw the shirt away on the floor and climbed on the bed to have me under himself, "Well, like you begged me before, don't let her find out?"

I could do nothing. I couldn't fight him or my lies would be exposed before all my friends, I couldn't tell mom because if she got to know she'd be heartbroken that the man she loved was actually a bad guy and above of all, I, her daughter tried to steal her man. I was helpless that night as he pressed his huge fist against my mouth and thrashed my clothes to enter inside me forcefully.

Tears sneaked down from my cheeks as he kept grunting and hammering inside me finding his orgàsm and then lie there breathless and sleepy besides me.

"I hope you know the rules babe?" He smiled like a devil, his finger rolled the strands of my hairs after he pulled his car down my apartment for me to get off.

I'd lost my innocence to my probable step dad and I could do nothing but watch how he flirted around with my mom in front of me when she was home and raped me in my mother's bedroom when she was not home.

I tried multiple times talking to my mom about Vincenzo, to see if she was willing to stay or break things off with him but my mother seemed to be too much happy and I didn't have it in me to make her sad and tell her the truth

It was MY fault afterall.

Days passed. Al once again invited me over with Vincenzo to come, hangout at her place and I told her that we'd broken off. I don't care what people thought about that anymore. I'm stuck. Although I'm not a liar anymore before my friends but the pain, that I feel gushing into my system everytime he'd break me on my mother's bed was beyond any humiliation I've ever gone through.

A month passed. It was a family dinner night. Vincenzo took us to some family place. An expensive restaurant. The candles, the whine. Everything was romantic and perfect. Just then, he proposed a toast to mom. There was a diamond ring in mom's glass.

"Will you marry me?" He asked mom dropping on his knees. Mom was happy. She couldn't believe her luck. Even though I was not happy, I couldn't still bring it up and break her heart.

Mom said 'yes' and Vincenzo placed the ring on mom's fingers. They talked, smiled and laughed together.

'Oh how romantic'

I couldn't help but excuse myself, running into the ladies and shutting myself inside, crying my heart out.

How Do I Stop Mom?!

HOW?!

It was twenty minutes later and Vincenzo came inside.

"Looks like you aren't happy, step daughter?" He smirked licking his lips

"Stay away from me!" I backed away but he only grabbed me, flipped me over and ripped my dress to slide inside me from behind and wreck my world, inflicting pain in every part of me once again.

When he was done he zipped himself up and tidying up his suit walked out meanwhile I dropped onto the ground in a complete mess. I wanted this to end but I couldn't come clean to anybody else.

A week passed and I was starting to feel weird. Morning sickness were killing me also I had puked a lot of times since morning. I was late with my periods either. I had to check if I was pregnant...?

NO-WAY!

I came back from the chemists with a test kit in my hand, I was just approaching the bathroom door, mom suddenly came out of the bathroom, so I had to hide it inside my pocket. She looked sick but her face was glowing in a different way.

"You okay?" I asked mom and she just smiled away.

I didn't care about it at that time and walked inside the loo to take the test. Yes. I was pregnant. It couldn't have been anything else but, then I looked at the other test kit kept right there. It was positive too. My mom was pregnant too. I can't believe this!!

I came out of the loo and mom called out to me, "I'm going to the doctor's honey!" and then the door shut closed. I took a deep breath. I had to tell Vincenzo and get him to get rid of this baby that he planted inside me.

I called him but the doorbell rung. It was a delivery man. He was here with a gift box for me. I signed for the gift and Vincenzo picked up the call. "I think you got the gift, huh?"

I looked at the box, it was for me. I opened it and there were a pair of plushie handcuffs inside it. I smiled. I'm so stupid. He's just playing with me and my mom. He's just enjoying the fact that he was doing both mother and daughter at the same time. And now I was going to kill an innocent life because of him. What about my step brother inside my mother's womb? Vincenzo isn't a man who would care about that. Will he?

I knew what I had to do. I just knew how I could make things right. So I sucked in my tears and played alongwith him. "Yeah. It's hot. Wild and sexy. Why don't we uhh.. do it, at your house?"

Vincenzo was surprised but he agreed immediately. He had nothing in his mind except for the fact that he was going to get some sex later that day.

An hour later, I was downstairs. Ringing Vincenzo's apartment's bell. He pulled the door open and whistled his heart out appreciating the seductive lingerie I was wearing, my mom's lingerie.

"You're looking hot?" He said and took the box from my hand, taking out the handcuffs.

I made him a glass of whine and forwarded the glass to him but instead of taking the glass from my hand, he pulled my wrist and threw me down on his bed, climbing up over me, holding both my hands above my head, trying to handcuff me. I kissed his lips and stopped him midway.

"I want this the other way round." I husked against his lips, staring into his eyes in the sexiest way possible. "I wanna do bad things to you. Dirty. Filthy. Things."

He licked his lips, the movement of his Adam's apple told me how hot my words just made him. He nodded his head and the situation was reversed.

Rubbing my bottom on his crótch I handcuffed him and ripped the buttons of his shirt open, starting to extend my tongue out and lick his chest.

He had his eyes closed as he started groaning with pleasure. I pull my head up once again and smirked at him the dark way this time, exactly how he'd smirked everytime he looked at me.

Taking out a huge knife from his kitchen, I sat back on his thighs and before he could ask me not to, I had the ten inch knife stabbed right into his heart. The one stab couldn't satisfy me so I stabbed him once more. And then again and again.

"This is for cheating in my mom, for taking advantage of me, for raping me, for abusing me, for hitting me and making me pregnant. For giving false hopes to my mom. For making my mom carry your baby. For every monstrous and disgusting thing that you've done to me all this while!!"

I stabbed and kept stabbing him until five minutes later and there was a knock on the door. I gasped and came back to my senses.

"Vincenzo, honey? It's me, Lolita. Open up baby!"

It was mom.

She was here to tell Vincenzo that she was pregnant and I just- KILLED HIM.

I don't know what am I going to tell her? How am I going to face the world? I had a baby in my belly when I was not even sixteen yet. I could hear the police sirens ringing through my ears already. My entire life ahead, was ruined. Until now I was a victim but now... I was criminal myself.

I had nothing in my mind, but I did had the knife in my hand. So, before mom could bring help and get the door knocked off open, I used the knife in my hand and slut my throat.

That was the only justice I could think of at that time.

My mom doesn't deserve a daughter who steals her own mother's boyfriend and a boyfriend who eyes her own daughter. My mom; she deserved better in life.

A better and happy life which doesn't have Tessa, which doesn't have Vincenzo.

It Was My Fault, Afterall.