Don't really have a choice

I guess I can be accused of being a bit naïve when it comes to relationships, or maybe even naïve in general. It's safe to say none of my relationships lasted too long. Maybe because I believed movie standards of love too much, or maybe I was just a bad partner. But there was only one romantic relationship I took serious and felt fully engulfed by, that relationship was with my she-devil of an ex, Pamela. The signs were there, and I don't mean that gingers have no soul or that redheads always are crazy hot and crazy in general, the signs were there and I was too blinded by her to notice them.

I met Pamela while meeting up with my mother for lunch at S.T.A.R Labs, she was my mother's underling as part of a scholarship program. She was bright, always had gentle smile on her. She had quizzing eyes that looked everywhere trying to uncover the world's mysteries, they were deep brown in colour. She had freckles and faded pink lips that captivated me as soon as she sat down at the table with us. I just stared at her every time she slowly brought the fork up to take bite, ignoring my own food or whatever my mother was talking about. Pamela was a few years older than me, studying for her doctorate in biotech engineering and was almost done with her studies.

I would lie if I wasn't aware my mother was trying to actively set me up with that accursed redhead. At the time it was funny she had to try and hype Pamela to me, as if I wasn't entranced from the first moment. Luckily for me, at the time, she found me agreeable as well. It was about a month after my nineteenth birthday, that nineteenth birthday Helena got those two girls to make me very happy. But a month after that I was disillusioned, those girls didn't seek to repeat their acts, nor was I successful with any other, it seemed to that without Helena puppeteering it, I would have no love life. My mother was aware of my disappointment at my failures with it, so she tried to help out, not knowing how it will end.

It was about half a year into my relationship with Pamela that it started to happen, envy, resentment and anger. Pamela and my mother had a fierce disagreement in the project they both handled, with my mother being the superior dismissed Pamela's suggestions and work on, what I learned later, ethical grounds. Pamela resenting my mother, refusing to join family dinners and making me cut my visits to my mother's house or work.

I want to say I wasn't swayed by that, but when your busty redhead girlfriend, with whom you are deeply infatuated with, tells you it's either having access to her heavenly body or you're out, I sadly was thinking with my cock and chose to her side. My mother retaliated by urging me to get rid of Pamela, she went out of her way to discredit Pamela. I should have listened to her in hindsight, but at the time I was thinking she was just petty, which only helped reinforce my position with picking Pamela's side.

Helena, to my surprise, supported Pamela and me, saying our mother was being unreasonable. It all exploded in a dinner the three of us were having, Helena, my mother and I. I regret this to this day, but the last words I ever exchanged with my mother were "No, I love her and there's nothing you can do about it, I guess we have nothing more to talk about" as I stormed out of my parents' house, followed by my sister.

It was two days later that my mother died, she died when whatever the project she and Pamela were working on exploded in their lab, the reason it went off was Pamela. I knew that because I got my hands on security footage when I wanted to find out what happened. She tried to steal the research and vials, but before she could succeed, she was caught by our mother. In her attempt to escape, Pamela threw one of the vials at my mother, the vial exploded in a cloud of gas, enveloping my mother completely leaving nothing but a shell in the shape of her skeleton, the rest as though transformed into plant material, she sprouted flowers and leaves appeared and replaced her skin.

Unfortunately for Pamela, she didn't escape, she got caught in the same room, and as the gasses dissipated from around the shell that was once my mother, spores and pollens started to float in the air around her, Pamela started **** and quickly fell ****. She never woke up from this, later diagnosed by doctors to be essentially brain dead, a vegetable, as inanimate as a plant. She was officially dead as there were no life signs from her apart from the flora now growing from her body, not unlike my mother's fate. Later police found out Pamela planned not only to steal the research but also pin the theft on my mother, and stage my mother's suicide as a final middle finger to the woman.

I couldn't believe this was the case, I couldn't believe I was that blind. I was reassured by the police and S.T.A.R Labs, that she had planned it for years, that she was just biding her time until the research would come to a point that her plan was feasible. But our own family drama hastened her schedule. This didn't help me feel any better, seen I just missed this horrible person, and even took her side in the drama. I was angry with myself, so was Helena, and I was mad that since Pamela already died I had no one to point the anger to but myself. This lead to the spiral down in my life, this also lead to the spiral down in Helena's life, nothing good came out of my relationship with Pamela, just **** and anger.

And this was my train of thought as I opened my apartment's door, ready to confront Stephanie, the girl I thought I was headed to a nice and cozy relationship with. Silly and naïve me, of course she's something sinister as being a vigilante's henchman, nothing good will come out of it.

"I am sorry" the angel with the blue slightly violet eyes said as I entered the apartment. I took a breath and released it slowly, ready for the worst to come.