Stuck in the 50s (girlxgirl)

Tidbit or Gossip

I walked into school the next day feelin' as happy and normal as ever. Brooklyn and I were great and everythin' was amazin'.

For some reason the hallway was strangely quiet. People seemed to stop talkin' as soon as they saw me. I shrugged. I was probably just bein' paranoid.

I walked up to Brooklyn and smiled. "Hey!"

"Hey... She said.

"What's wrong?"

"Have you noticed anything weird? Like the fact that everyone stops talking when I walk by? Or when you walk by?"

I shrugged. "What's goin' on?"

"I don't know..." She said. "But I have a really bad feeling about this."

At lunch I was officially weirded out. Somethin' was goin' on. Lillian hadn't talked to me at all in any of our classes.

I caught up with her finally at her locker. "Lil, what the hell is goin' on? Why aren't you talkin' to me."

She looked at me with more disgust and contempt than I'd ever seen in my whole life. "You might wanna check your ask."

I quickly pulled out my iPhone and opened the app "ask.fm".

My eyes bugged. 174 questions!

I clicked on it and gasped when I saw the first one.

So you're a dyke?

My heart dropped.

No.

No no no no. This cannot be happenin'!

I scrolled through them seein' exactly what I was most afraid of.

Lesbo! Ewww!

Would you be interested in a threesome?;)

Wow, Sampson. Who knew you were a carpet muncher?

Fucking disgusting dyke.

You need help.

You're sick.

My mind raced and a lump formed in my throat. I raced into the nearest bathroom and shut myself in a stall.

My fingers ran through my hair as I hyperventilated.

I felt thick, hot tears rush down my face. How could this have happened? We were always so careful! We never kissed in front of people or anythin'!"

"Carolina?"

"Brooklyn?" I said in a shaky voice.

"I saw Instagram. And my ask."

I let out a sob.

"Will you let me in?"

I unlocked the door and locked it behind her again. "They know."

"Who?"

"Everyone! The whole school! The whole town!" I paced. "Oh god... What're my parents gonna say?"

Brooklyn put a hand on my arm. "Babe, you need to calm down. Please."

"How can I calm down?!" I was now havin' a full-on panic attack.

The New Yorker put her hand on my arm. "Baby, just breathe. You need to breathe. Take deep breaths."

I did as told and soon my breaths weren't so erratic. "What am I gonna do?" I whispered.

"I don't know." She grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly. "But we're gonna get through this together, okay? I love you."

I leaned my head on her shoulder. "I love you too, B."

-

I walked through my front door as quietly as I could. The whole town already knew and not one person had spoken to me on the way home. Some looked away and others stared.

Finally I was close to the stairs. But then an ice cold voice calked my name.

"Carolina."

"Mom?"

"Come to the living room."

My eyes squeezed shut. I took a deep breath and slowly moved to the living room.

My parents were both standin' and wearin' unreadable expressions.

I felt like they might want me to sit so I did. It made me feel even smaller.

Suddenly my mother's face collapsed into sobs.

I swallowed. I wasn't ready for this. I had been prepared for yellin' and even maybe smashin' things (AN: like the furniture. I hope this made sense lol) but cryin'? No. I wasn't ready for that at all.

"Mom..." I whispered. "Please don't cry..."

She looked at me, her eyes sad. "How could this happen? I just don't understand. We raised you to be a good Christian girl."

"I am." I sighed. "This doesn't change that."

"Yes it does." My father boomed.

I cowered.

"What happened to you, Carolina? Where did my daughter go?!"

"I'm right here!" I cried desperately. "I'm still her! I'm the same person I was a minute ago!" (AN: Santana Lopez anyone?)

My dad shook his head in disgust. "It's her." He spat. "That annoyin' little n- girl."

My mom continued cryin'.

I seethed. How dare he mention Brooklyn. "Dad do not blame her."

"Why not?" He shrugged. "It's her fault! Before she got here you were perfect! And now look at this! Look at what you've become! I always knew she was a bad influence."

"No she isn't!" I yelled. "I've always been this way!"

"And what way is that?!" He raged.

"I've always been..." My voice softened and my face became blank. "I've always been gay."

"Oh god!" My mother moaned, puttin' her head in her hands.

My dad's voice was now eerily calm. "No you aren't. There is no such thing as gay. It's just somethin' man invented as a sin. We trust that you can stop this. But not if you keep seein' her."

My eyes watered and my voice cracked. "What?"

"You are forbidden from ever seein' that girl again."

I gasped. "But dad-"

"No buts! That's final!"

"Dad you can't! Please I-" I stopped myself before going too far.

"You what?"

I looked down and whispered, "I love her."

"No." My father said firmly. "No. Go to your room now."

I gave my mom a desperate look. "Mom..."

She looked at me with watery eyes before turnin' around and walkin' away. Leavin' me alone.

I spared one last glance at my father before turnin' and dashin' up to my room. I needed to get away. I needed to get out of there.

I glanced at my window before decidin' what I needed to do.

I climbed out and clung to the drainpipe. Somehow I managed to get all the way down it and landed in the crisp, January snow.

My feet took off runnin' before my head knew where we were goin'. They kept runnin' and runnin' until finally I was at the front door of someone's house.

How would she react?

Would she hate me too?

Tentatively I knocked on the door and called, "Gramma Ruth?"

AN: So it's out... Well this isn't gonna be easy. Remember to vote, comment and share! Love you guys!

- G. Schreiber