I'm Not Confused

The Reporter

The next morning we woke up and we are automatically surrounded by all of these cars. It was really annoying. Can I not just live out the rest my life in peace? Yesterday when I told the reporter that I would not give them information he left claming that he had no choice. I wondered what he meant but I think I know now.
I look outside my window and sigh. I just wonder how poor Helena is doing. I haven't seen her since yesterday when she cussed out the reporter.
We heard a knock at the door and three different men came to me with microphones. They looked at a camera.
"Today we meet with you in the house of the victim herself. Tell me girl what happened?" I felt the heat of everyone looking at me and pressure from the microphones shoved in my face.
Shaking. That's all I could do. My face turned white and I felt my finger tips go numb. My mind was buzzing, hoping for an escape.
It's no use. Everyone hates you anyways. Why hide what you are. Your voice is so ugly though. No, your ugly. This camera is your enemy. Everyone is just here to laugh at you. That's all you are, is a joke.
I shook my head and felt a tear stream down my face. I felt the cool hand of my mom behind me.
"What happened was ignorance. And closed minds. People who don't like to think anywhere but inside there safe little boxes. And they hurt her. But she is in no health for this pressure, so if you don't leave my property I'm calling the police."
They all became white in the face, and the feeling outside suddenly changed. There was a chuckle and then everybody suddenly gathered up through things and left. My mom brought me inside with the disappointed look on her face. The disappointed face and the mother when she discovers that her child has done something terrible.
"Oh sweetheart, why didn't you tell me?" She seemed really disappointed and I wanted to cry.
"I'm so sorry- I figured if I came out you'd-"
"No, no. Why didn't you tell me you were dating someone? I could've made you so pretty before your dates!" She looked at me with a puppy face and my jaw dropped?
Did she just say what I think? She actually is okay with this? I felt happy, and confused, but really ecstatic. I really hoped this meant I could be more open with my parents, and it looks like things are looking up!
I ran up and hugged her.
"I'm so sorry mommy, no more secrets!" She laughed.
"By the way, where's dad?" I looked around the room and she bit her lip.
"He said he isn't very interested in talking to you at the moment."
My heart dropped. Oh. My dad has always spoiled me, and he acts like this now? It was very...frustrating...but I suppose I can understand. If he can't accept me, he doesn't deserve me anyways...
My eyes began to water...
No, it's for the best...