TW: Transphobia, child abuse, and homophobic slurs
(Flashback)
Izzy
"Okay, so I know there's a good chance you might say no. But, Heath is having his birthday party tomorrow and asked me-" I stop myself when I see what's in-front of me.
Mom, Dad and Ozzy are all sat in the living room. This wouldn't be that unusual, but the tv isn't on and none of them or talking. They were just staring at the front door. As if they were waiting for me to come back.
"What's going on?" I ask slowly, putting my dance-gear bag off to the side.
"Isadora..." Oh shit! Full name. That can never be a good thing. I gulp down my nerves as my dad starts, his arms crossed. "We were talking to some of the other parents of the people at your studio. They have been telling us that the kids informed them of you saying some certain things that you should never speak."
"Huh? Like slurs? Dad, you know I would never-" Why would he care anyway? He uses half of those shitty words on the daily.
"No, not those. They were saying that you have been telling the others that you aren't a girl."
There it is. No words come out of me after he says that. But, there is no need to. The way my eyes widen tell him all he needs to know.
Every part of me shakes as he stands up, his looming frame filling up the room. My survival instincts are telling me to run. Wish my actual body would get the hint.
How could they know? ! I am certain Heath would never tell anyone. He barely talks to the other students from what I've seen. Plus, I told him in the first place because I knew he wouldn't judge and could also keep it a secret.
We were all alone in that moment. I made sure of it. There is no way that anyone else could've heard me. B-troupe had already finished there rehearsal that day, which is why I chose the closet of studio-b in the first place.
Which only leaves...Winnie. How could she! I trusted her. She is one of those people that I never expected to have a single bigoted bone in their body!
Maybe I was being naive. Just like father always says I am. Giving that information to someone with such a big mouth was such a stupid decision!
All of those thoughts race through my head so fast that I don't even realise that he's in-front of me before a sharp pain blossoms over my right cheek and I'm on the ground.
I let out a huge gasp and mom shouts something at him. He stands over me, his boots near my eyes, with a fist raised in the air.
"Listen here you little shit!" He grips onto my curls and pulls me up. It makes my scalp burn! "I will not have you getting this psychotic idea in your head. Understand?! You were born a fucking girl, and nothing that does fags on the internet say will change that!"
He wants me to answer. To say that I'll do exactly what he is ordering. But, the last bit of fight and fear inside me causes nothing to come out.
All I do is look over at Ozzy, my brother. He has been silent throughout all of this. Just watching with an expression similar to my own and a wobbled lip.
I try to give him the message to help me. To try an do anything! At-least mom is clawing at the prick above me in an attempt to get him off. But no.
Ozzy makes his choice, and turns on his heel.
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