Changed (Lesbian Stories)

Chapter 5

Mother doesn't make a move as if moving will prove that what she sees is actually there.

I push Georgie away and walk to her.

"Mother, um. We were just-"

"Don't stutter, it's unflattering."

"Yes ma'am" I reply holding my head down not able to look in her eyes.

"Leave this restaurant." She says to Georgie.

"I'm really sorry ma'am, but I can't. I apologize." I can practically hear mother's brow raise violently questioning Georgie's answer.

"Would you like to rethink that, young woman?" Georgie stops to think.

"I apologize. I cannot leave, I am really sorry ma'am?" She unsure.

"Georgie Go." I turn my head to her.

"You do not talk." She scolds me.

"Yes Mother."

"I'll be at the table." Georgie says walking out of the tense restroom. The door closes. A hand jets towards my face. I know better than to jerk away. I stand and take it.

"What on earth is wrong with you Alexandra?" This is not a question. "When you were with that woman, did you ever think about Michael? He probably wanted it to end when you decided to become a teacher. This is going to put it over the edge. He's going to leave you." She calm as she scolds me. My cheek is hot. A hand is racing towards me once again. She's very angry.

"I am so disappointed in you." I feel dull. I feel numb. I don't like disappointing Mother and Father. "Kissing some girl like a dyke. Is that what you want, to be a dyke?" I don't answer for fear that she isn't asking me and will get angry if I answer and interrupt her. Moments pass and I realize she is asking me, but I'm too late.

"Answer me."

"No ma'am."

"No ma'am, what?" It's a bad game we play. She pushes me expecting me to crumble. She wants to see me crumble. I can't crumble here though.

"No ma'am, I do not wish to be a dyke." I reply. My chest aches. My eyelids almost close. I'm gone, on auto-pilot.

"Go back to the table, and you tell him what I caught him doing and beg him to take you back. You'll be lucky if he stays. No one wants to marry a teacher." Reply.

"Yes Ma'am." I walk out, mother behind me. My cheeks sting as I make my way back to the table. Georgie stands for me to sit. As does Michael for my mother. She doesn't have to look at me and make sure I will tell him. She knows I will.

I can feel father's eyes on me. He knows something has occurred. He looks at Mother questioningly. He can see the bright unnatural blush on my cheeks. His breath catches.

"Michael," I begin. "I need to inform you of the events that took place in the restr-"

"Actually Girly, it was supposed to be a surprise. Don't go and ruin it." He puts his arm around me, pulling me into him. He's saving me.

"Oh, a surprise?" He asks excitedly. Almost childlike. Unaware.

I smile as if on cue.

"Alexandra." Mother states. I know that Father is to be ignored and I am to carry out with what my mother told me to do.

"Isabella." Not now.