When Jace agreed to date me I never thought we'd get to the point where I feel like our relationship is normal. Hell, I never thought it'd last more than a week. Maybe I'd get a kiss or a quick jerk off in the car before it ended but now, two months later...

It's so normal it's a little sick. I mean, it feels like we're dating because we are dating. Texting each other, calling one another, going on dates, that's what couples do and that's what we've been doing. There's even been a few bits of kissing thrown in there, which I am the most happy about, lets be honest.

I suppose what is making me think about it like that is the fact that we have been together for this long. The thing with Mackenzie is...kind of cleared up. She still texts and calls a lot, which irks me but I hope that changes after the anniversary passes. She's probably really feeling bad now that August is upon us. However, my mood is a bit more pissy than usual since I haven't seen Jace in four days because our schedules won't match up.

There's been a plethora of wedding's Korey and I have been attending and, sadly, that means a lot are in the evening. Jace is off in the evening and I'm at work, which results in our "not seeing each other for four days" status. I can't help but to feel like I'm the only one that's bothered. Jace always plays it off like it can't be helped. Part of me kind of wants him to complain or whine or say that he misses me and wishes I would call off. At the same time, I rather die than say that out loud or say such things to him so I don't know why I expect him to say it.

Sighing, I glare at the message from Jace that once again claims it's all right that we can't hang out tonight. I have yet another wedding reception to snap some pictures of. Normally that's exciting because free food and we all know wedding food is catered and it's fucking great. However, I rather be making out with Jace so if we could wrap it up quick, that'd be nice!

"What's up, Mylo?" Korey asks from the driver's seat. "You usually love receptions but you keep glaring at your phone. Having boy troubles, are we?"

"Shut it," I hiss while my boss giggles. "Why do so many people get married? What's so great about being tied to a single person for the rest of your life, although, they are likely going to cheat on you at some point then you divorce and, for some reason, get remarried because the first one worked out so well?"

Korey whistles, glancing at me from the corner of her eye before returning to the road. "Wow, you are extra saucy today."

"I'm in a mood." I wave my hand through the air, glaring once more at my phone when it buzzes.

It's Jace again, probably because I didn't answer his text earlier. I know the message is likely innocent, something along the lines of "how's work" or "what's up" and that will make me angrier to read so I'm ignoring it too.

"Clearly." She sounds pleased and it makes me stare at her in confusion. Korey doesn't explain why she is so chipper about it but the fact that she finds amusement in my pain proves why I'm her assistant. We're the only ones who understand each other.

The two of us arrive at the reception shortly afterwards. Korey and I greet the happy bride and groom. We snap some pictures for them as per usual before going about to take more pictures of people simply enjoying themselves. There's obviously a DJ and a dance floor, which we get some good shots of. There is an amazing looking cake that I will be digging into later and so much food that it kind of makes me feel better.

Korey notices and suggests I grab some. Obviously I agree and head on over, more than excited to get me some food. Sadly, the universe is out to get me and has to not only ruin my plans but completely shatter me when I see the one person that I rather not ever see again.

"Mylo."

"Danielle," I hiss upon seeing the blue eyes staring back at me that I sadly share.

My mother is standing before me looking all prim and proper as I remember her to always be. Her red hair that's as thick and chaotic as mine is pulled back into a bun that manages to keep it looking presentable. It's been, what, almost a decade since I've seen her and she hasn't changed a bit. Witchcraft.

Danielle frowns when hearing her name. "Can't you call me mom?"

"Can you start acting like one?"

She purses her ruby lips and I can see in her eyes the fire to start an argument. Good, I'm in the mood to blow a fuse so bring it on. We haven't talked since she left, got a few cards here or there, a friend request on facebook back in that day but that was it. All she did was pack her bags and go without explanation so I am full of unbridled rage.

However, Chad comes to save the day, the dick she cheated on my dad with. Pun intended.

"Danielle, are you–" Chad stops mid sentence when he sees me. His brown eyes blink rapidly, for a moment it appears he doesn't recognize me. I don't blame him, neither him or my mother have seen me since she left. I'm a spitting image of my mother though so even he did, he easily remembers. "Mylo, it's been a while."

"Not long enough," I answer moments before a child appears at Chad's side. The boy is young, probably under 10 years old. Seems my mother is contagious because the beast looks just like her too.

They have a kid. They have a kid. This disgusting bitch went off and had a kid with this dirt bag?

That unbridled rage is a now a volcano ready to blow. All the times I sat in my room thinking of what I would say if I saw my mom again, if I heard her voice, it's all coming back to me. I wish to scream it at her. I want to rip her hair out. I want to stomp her face in. I want to do all that and hug her at the same time and it's so frustrating that I can't bring myself to breathe properly.

All these years I've been wondering what she's been doing, where she went and why she left. Turns out she left because her family wasn't good enough.

I  wasn't good enough.

"Uh, Will, why don't you go play with Chelsea?" Chad suggests, good thing too because this is going to get ugly. The demon child, aka Will, seems a bit confused. He looks to me and smiles. I don't return the gesture. "Will, go on."

Will obviously doesn't want to but does as he's told. He does linger at my side for a moment before passing, looking up at me like he's in shock. Seems he is unaware he has a half brother, cool, I was unaware until this moment too. I'm not surprised though, why would Danielle speak of me, the child she apparently never wanted?

Will disappears, allowing the adults to continue their discussion. I say discussion but that's not really what it is or what it's going to be.

"You know Mary and Greg?" Danielle asks, speaking of the bride and groom.

"I'm here for work." I gesture to Korey, who is going around taking pictures of guests. Both Danielle and Chad glance at her before returning their gaze to me.

"You're still into photography, that's good. It's good to have a hobby."

"I'm going to college for it."

Danielle crinkles her nose in disgust. Oh, photography not good enough for ya? Want me to go to Harvard or some shit?

Chad presses his hand to her arm but she doesn't seem to care.

"You're a smart boy, Mylo. Clearly there are better jobs that offer–"

"Don't," I growl. My face is heating up, I imagine my cheeks match my hair right now.

"Don't what?"

"Try to lecture me like you're my mother."

"I am–"

"Bitch, please, all you did was spread your legs and, trust me, even I can do that."