I honestly didn't know what to do. The man had broken our phones and I had no idea where exactly our clothes and my car keys had gone. Suddenly the door opened and Lacy and I quickly pretended to still be asleep. "Told them to watch their backs", the cranky man muttered as he threw our somewhat shredded clothes on the dirt next to us. He then spit on me and walked back indoors. I had never wished for a gun more in my life. After waiting a few seconds to assure he wasn't coming back, I quickly grabbed the nicest of our clothes and gently helped Lacy. She then helped me put what was left on. I was releaved to hear the jingling of my keys as I pulled my tattered pants up. Without saying a word, we stood and after wrapping Lacy in a tight hug, we walked to my car. Our first stop was the poilce station. Before going in, I had a talk with Lacy, who was still in too much shock and pain to talk. I decided I should do all the talking.
After telling the cops all that had happened, the old mans address, and them calling our parents, we realized we would finally have to tell my highly homophobic parents about us. Lacy's parents were cool with her. Her dad and I got along well. My parents on the other hand, had no clue. Upon their arrival, we were bombarded with hugs. In pain, I flinched and Lacy started to hypervenalate at the touch of anyone but me. I coaxed her over to a corner where I made her look me in the eyes while telling her that it was okay, that I was never going to let anything ever happen to her again. She finally calmed down after crying in my arms for another twenty minutes and we rejoined our parents, hand in hand.
My mom, the most homophobic of the two, stared at me in disguist. She looked disappointed in her only daughter and for once in my life, I didn't care about her opinion. For once, I wasn't trying to impress her. All I cared about at the moment was how disappointed in myself I was for letting this happen to the most important person in my life. If I hadn't been so stubborn to that man, if I hadn't been put in her life, she'd stilll be living a normal, straight life. What have I done?

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Turning a Straight Girl Gay
Teen FictionIf you are a girl who also likes girls, we all know how impossible it is to turn a straight girl gay. And we also know how rough it can be falling for one. Well here's the story of me doing the impossible.