Prologue
It all started when I was 15. That was when Naraku walked into my life, as my stepfather. Not the kind of
stepfather that everyone thinks of when you say "stepfather", an older man who your mother married. He
was pretty young, 25 when he married my mother, while she was 50. You may ask how that came about to
be, so I'm going to explain.
My parents were high school sweethearts. They had started dating in the tenth grade, after an entire
lifetime of knowing each other. They were both rich kids, going to the same schools, attending the same
country clubs, so everyone had expected that they would end up together. As soon as high school finished,
the two of them got married, and went on their honeymoon, which lasted a good two years and consisted of many countries. After that, they decided to settle down, and start a family. That was when the problems started.
Mother, no matter how hard she tried, relived heartache after heartache as she constantly miscarried, for a full fourteen years. My parents' marriage tottered on the brink of disaster, as Father's parents were starting to pressure him to divorce Mother. My grandfather wanted Father to produce an heir to their family fortune. Finally, after so much pain and suffering, my mother ended up pregnant one more time, and did everything in her power to hold on to her child. It worked, and I was born.
However, I had only postponed the inevitable. My parents were overjoyed to finally have a child, no matter the sex, but my grandfather, upon finding out that my mother had given birth to a girl, stormed over and berated my father for not heeding his advice and divorcing my mother sooner. The marriage lasted only three more years, before my parents, now strangers to each other after so many years, decided to divorce. They divorced almost as quickly as they had married, Father giving Mother anything she wanted, for even with all the things everyone had told him, he still loved her. They rarely spoke to each other after that, even when it was about me.
My mother started dating again after six years. Up until then, she mourned the collapse of her marriage, blaming her parents. Even to this day, she rarely speaks to her parents, and when she does, it's mostly about me. The men she dated for the most part were younger than she was, and then, when I was fifteen, she remarried. She married Naraku, who at the time was twenty-five, while my mother was fifty. She knew why he had married her; he had married her for her money, and her position in society. He was tall, with hair the color of ebony, and eyes that could sear through you. The way he walked, talked, everything about him fascinated me, and the first time I met him, I felt my heart jump into my throat, and I knew that I loved him. I loved him even though he was married to my mother, even though he cheated on her all the time, even though he looked at me as just a kid. I could not help myself.
After two years, that marriage fell apart as well, and my mother since then hasn't remarried. She worried only about me, about my education. I finished college top of my class, and went on to be a successful architect. Which has led me to my current predicament.