Random lesbian stuff and random love stories (with a hint of more LGBTQ+)❤️

Then let me

"Welp! Leo and Evelyn are out for that broadway show so I guess it's just you and me, kid!" Ben laughs

"Yeah." Kyra chuckles in response.

A text message pops on Kyra's phone. Kyra hesitantly looks down.

???: I heard Logan's with you. So? I didn't come to wedding for a reason. What you did was disgusting, I'm just trying to get it through your head. You're going to bring him back, you're a shit influence on your sibling.

Kyra: Fuck off, Dad, or should I even call you that? I love my wife and I never asked you to be in my life. That wedding invitation was your last chance to make amends not mine. I'm blocking you everywhere. Logan is 18, and he's here, living freely, HAPPILY, and making his own choices like I am. I'm a pretty good influence on him.

"Dad": God, your "wife"? Makes me sick to my fucking stomach, you're hurting both of us.

Kyra: Hurting you? You don't even have a soul. No way you're getting into heaven by the way you've treated me growing up. So don't even come at me with that incredibly stupid argument.

"Dad": What happened to that man?

Kyra: That "man" was my boss Aidan, not my boyfriend, and I quit that job because he was an asshole, did you ever listen??? And now I earn a shit ton of money as an interviewer, journalist and I write for comedy shows so, I really don't need you. In fact, since I turned into a teenager, I don't think I ever have.

"Dad": You're not worth my time anyway.

Kyra: Neither are you worth my time, God, even though I don't wish to speak for him, doesn't allow intolerance in Heaven.

Blocked

"Fuck me." Kyra breathes a little frustrated laugh.

"Something bothering you, kid?"

"Nah, just my Dad."

"Oh, I thought you cut ties with him?"

"Must have forgotten to block his actual number haha." Kyra plays with her hair. "He's just an asshole."

"May I see the messages?"

"No, I'm sorry. I don't want to cause you any trou-"

"Kyra. Relax. It's okay." Ben places his hand on her shoulder. "No trouble, no drama. Nothing kid. I just want to see what's been bugging you, you have bags under your eyes."

"Okay." Kyra, with a shaking hand, passes the phone to Ben.

Looking over the messages, Ben's eyes narrowed in sympathy. God, how could a father be so cruel?

"Listen, sweetheart." Ben places the phone down on the table. "I want you to look at me, if you please."

Kyra, now in tears, looks at Ben, stretching the sleeve of her top. Anxiety rushes through her whole body to the pit of her stomach. "Your father is wrong, and a control freak who thinks he knows better than his children. Times have changed and he will eventually have to see that. However, do not listen to him. You and Evelyn are one of the most strongest women I've seen, in my life."

"I'm not strong, I'm weak if I still need him to knock some sense into m-"

"That wasn't sense and did you see the way you stuck up to him? That's incredible, kid." Ben encourages as Kyra sobs quietly. "Listen, as a bisexual man, and Leo being a gay man, we know how hard it is. Leo's parents no longer view him as the same man, even though he's the same man he's always been. My old man died before he could turn up for my wedding in support. My mother had no care for me, not because I'm married to a man, but because I went and began to work with the police even though she begged me not to. I regret not listening to her, I've seen things I didn't wish to see, and I've told her my regrets and now, five years later, we're now just making up. We all have a past, little lady. And I don't even know what your father has put you through, I couldn't tell, I had a good Dad and my mother was, well, not the best, but still my mother. So tell me."

Kyra cries loudly and holds him tight.

"I hated every second of it! I hated it! But I don't know why I don't hate him!" She shouts, angry at herself.

"Because you're blood, it's only natural."

"But-"

"Shhh, kid. Nothing is your fault." Ben hugs her back. "Let it all out, this is clearly years of built up tension."

"He- he, made me feel as if I wasn't good enough, I always tried to impress him, I tried, I tried. He never listened, he never, never- He told me that I hurt him before I left and I left! I left, I left, I left!"

"I know."

"I'm a horrible daughter for leaving."

"No." Ben pulls her away from him, hands still on her arms. "Don't ever say that. You left because you were trapped, you left to lead a better life for yourself."

"I know! It's selfish, I'm fucking selfish, I kept secrets from him- I-"

"Kid. Breathe for me." Ben instructs her as she does so. "It wasn't selfish, they are for making you feel that way throughout your teen years. If you can't accept what they did was wrong, and your mistakes, your now worth it decisions, you'll never accept yourself." He lays her head on his chest.

"I..."

"Don't let them ruin what you have now, you're amazing and you've come so far, Kyra."

Kyra's sniffs and exhausted tears begins to calm as she wipes them away with her sleeve.

"I used to be a Dad's girl until my teen years." Kyra chuckles. "Maybe that's why I'm terrified to disappoint."

"You've disappointed nobody."

"But-"

"Kid, I'm proud of you, you're so amazing for being yourself."

Kyra freezes, unable to move. "Kid?"

"Yes?"

"You kinda spaced out there."

"Yeah I just..." Kyra breathes slowly. "Did you mean that?"

"Mean what? I said a lot in that conversation."

"That you're proud of me?"

"Of course, kid."

"I haven't heard that in years." Kyra closes her eyes. "My Dad hasn't said it in years, and never for this."

"Then let me."

"Then let me."

Then let him.

"Okay, thank you."