CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

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My mom stood in the doorway to my room bright and early the following morning. I groaned as she opened the curtains that were busy keeping the sun out of my room. I was exhausted from the night before, but she clearly couldn't spare me any rest.

"Mom!" I cried out and stood up from my bed.

"Good morning," She smiled brightly and walked over to sit on my bed. I rolled my eyes and wrapped my blanket around myself.

"Can I at least eat first?" I asked and approached the door.

"No," she continued to smile and watch me walk to the door. "You leave today, but no one leaves until we talk." I rolled my eyes again, but she didn't say anything. I grabbed the door knob and tried to escape. I pushed the door, but it wouldn't budge. I knew she hadn't locked it, because the door knob still turned, but it wouldn't open.

"What the hell?" I asked and pushed as hard as I could. I felt it move slightly before bouncing right back into place.

"Sorry, sweetheart." I heard Naeem yell from the other side. He must have been sitting on the floor, holding the door closed.

"Naeem," I wined. "Open the door, I'm hungry." I cried out, hoping it would work.

"Sorry, kid," he sighed. "I'm under strict orders." I groaned again and turned back to my mom who was grinning, wider than before at me.

"Let's talk," she said so sweetly, I felt like I was making a deal with the devil herself.

"Mom," I sighed, trying to make an excuse.

"Sit down," She demanded. I groaned and sat beside her at the end of my bed. "If you think, for one moment, that I am going to let my daughter suffer at her own hands, you're dead wrong." I turned to look at her with an eyebrow raised in question.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said and turned away.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." She accused. Again, I rolled my eyes and continued to listen.

"Do you love her?" She asked, once again catching me off guard.

"Mom," I sighed again, trying to find an out.

"Don't mom me," she demanded. "Do you love her?" I thought again. I couldn't get her out of my mind from day one. I couldn't stop thinking about her touch, her energy, her beauty, everything that makes up her has consumed my soul. That's love.

"Yes," I finally answered, quietly. My mom smiled and took my hand in hers.

"Then what are you doing?" I felt the emotion rise again, threatening to take hold.

"Mom, she doesn't want me. I don't love her enough." My mom just shook her head refusing my answer.

"You do love her enough, love isn't measured in volume, it's measured in action." I looked back at her wide eyed. I knew what she was implying.

"I don't know mom," I sighed. "I don't think i'm ready to come out, especially to the world." To this my mom smiled and placed her other hand over our clasped hands.

"You decide, I'm not telling you that you should come out, but those who don't support you, don't deserve you. It's scary, but is it scarier than losing the one you love?" I sighed and thought about her again. I couldn't picture my life without Devin. I needed her by my side.

"I need her," I sighed and looked up again to meet my mothers eyes. Her smile reached her eyes, letting me know that I had chosen correct.

"I'll make us breakfast, you text her." My mother stood from the bed and walked to the door. Naeem let her out and smiled sheepishly at me. I smiled back before flipping him off and shooing him away. He laughed and followed after my mom. I pulled out my phone and quickly opened our chat. I didn't know if she had blocked me, or if she had deleted my contact, but it was worth a shot.

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