Lost in Love

Chapter 9 - Stand Up

When we get up to the door, I want to ask Bella again if she's sure, but I know it's no use. Walking in, my parents are immediately angry to see us. Bella doesn't let go of my hand, so I don't let go of hers.
She walks in front of me to the bedroom, where we let our hands drop.
"You leave that door open."
I'm not remotely surprised that that is the one thing they'd say.
I want so badly to stop packing and go slam the door, just to piss them off. However, I just want to get by without them being a problem.
"Can you toss me my flag, please?" There is no way I'm leaving this for my parents to find.
Bella tosses it over, and we finish packing up some bags. We are ready to go and are headed for the door when I look at my parents and know I need to say something.
"Hey, I'll meet you at the car, I just need to do something really quick."
I'm quite happy when she doesn't try to stay this time, because I really don't want her to be in here while I make a quick statement to my parents. When she walks out, I close the door behind her, and turn to them.
"She's leaving, huh?" My father could not look more cocky.
"Yes, but so am I."
My mom finally brings her attention to the situation, "so why didn't you go with her?"
"Because I decided to finally say something to you guys, instead of just giving up. And honestly you guys are making it way easier to say it to you." I pause and get my bearings before I talk again, "you two have been leaving me over and over for years. You got my hopes up time and time again, that we were going to be a family, yet here we are.
You have never given a shit about me, and I'll never know why you had a child at all. Every time you come home, you do nothing but judge me. You call me an embarrassment, a loser—I mean, what parent does that? And now, you come home, and don't even try to know Bella before you dismiss it and get mad about the relationship that I'm really happy in.
Well, news flash for you both. The Jeffery's are still—as much as you hate them—my family. They actually act like I am human. Plus they have done everything they can to make Bella feel welcome.
So thank you for being gone through my life, and letting me find who I am without being pressured into the societal beliefs that being gay is wrong."
I don't give them the chance to say anything. I walk out the door and get stuff in the car.
I look at Mrs. Jeffery and try not to have a breakdown. I hate how often my breakdowns come because of anger, rather than sadness. I'm honestly not sure which one is worse.
The drive back is silent, which isn't a bad thing for me. I just want to get back and go lay on the bed downstairs and do nothing.
When we get back, I let Mrs. Jeffery know that we can get the bags and don't need her to help, since she would do it if I didn't say otherwise.
"Okay, I'm going to start making something for dinner," she heads inside.
Bella and I go to the back of the car to get our stuff, before locking it. She looks like she wants to say something, but doesn't. I don't blame her, I know I look pissed off—which isn't wrong— and I didn't say anything in the car.
Once we're inside, we head straight downstairs. I can hear Ry in the kitchen with his mom, but I just keep walking.
I drop my bags, and without a second thought I fall on the bed. Bella sits down beside me and puts a hand on my arm.
"I'm sorry I've been silent since we left my place," I honestly just don't want her to think I'm mad at her.
"It's fine. Though, if you don't mind my asking, what happened when I went to the car?"
"I just decided to put my parents in their place, and the way the acted before hand, just made me really annoyed and it just continued through and after."
"At least you said what you needed to, right?"
"Yeah. And it felt really great to finally tell them how I feel."
I don't know what it is about her, but she makes it really easy to find my smile again. While I thought I was going to sit and cry, she made it so I didn't end up needing to.
"Hey, I'm gonna go hop through the shower quick before foods done."
"Okay."
While I'm in the shower, I do my best not to let my thoughts get ruined by my parents. I do all I can to just think of Bella and it works. I keep thinking about every moment of these last few days with her. Everything feels right now. And I'm finally not worried about my parents.
I get out and dressed, and go back into the room.
"I think I want to cut my hair."
She turns to me in confusion, "what?"
I sit down on the bed, "I don't know. I'm tired of this," I gesture to the hair hanging slightly past my shoulders.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I think I might schedule something for Sunday."
"That's awesome! What do you want to do with it?"
"Just a basic pixie cut, nothing super short, but short enough."
"I think you'd look absolutely amazing with short hair."
"Thanks, however, I don't want to tell anyone else. I don't want them to know until they see it done."
"Got it. It stays in this room."
Ryan comes downstairs, and knocks on the door frame—weirdo, "foods ready."
"Cool, be up in a sec."
He gives me a thumbs up and disappears down the hall.