Pure love & the pain {lesbian story}

Chapter 6. 'New.'

So that day I told the nurse that I would go home. She was okay with that, gave me some pills I should take at special times of the day and with that I went to my new home.
To my fathers' place.
What I didn't know, was that it wasn't just me, him and his big house.
But we'll come to that later on.

"We're here darling.", my father spoke, putting on a smile for me.

I got out of the car and waited for my dad to get out. While I waited I looked around. The house was a pale green, with wooden window frames, not too big, but also not too small. I didn't know the house, I never was there. He moved into it recently, that's all I knew. I didn't really know why though. When my parents got divorced my dad moved out, into an appartment about twenty minutes way from our house. But a few weeks ago, he moved out of that appartment and I was a bit confused, as to why, but that question would be answered anyway. I was still looking around me, taking in the surroundings, when my fathers voice brought me back to reality.

"After we eat for lunch I'll take Zayn with me and we'll go get all your stuff from your place. You can throw away anything you want, and we'll go buy new stuff.", he said, looking at me.

I nodded and followed him into the house. The moment we entered I was nearly thrown off with the scent that was filling the whole house. It smelled delicious. But who was cooking? My father wasn't really good at it.

While I was taking my shoes and jacket off I heard someone yell.

"No mum, it's no big deal. Stop making it look like one. It's his house, somehow obvious his daughter would live here someday. I have no problem with that. So stop worrying. I don't give a fuck who will live here. I'm honest with you.", the voice spoke loudly.

"Okay, okay, calm down. I understand. I just thought, maybe you didn't tell me the truth, and that you have a problem with her moving in here.", a woman spoke and I heard my father sigh.

Me? Well I was just confused.
My father went into the direction, where the voices came from and I just followed him there.

"Even if I had a problem with it, which I don't have, once again, it's not like you can change anything mum. It's his house, he bought it, and it's his daughter.", the boys' voice spoke again, this time a bit calmer.

This all sounded a bit weird. Who were those people, why would anyone be bothered by me moving in? Why was anyone there at all?

"I wanted to tell you this sooner, but I felt like it wasn't a good time to do it. ", my dad muttered under his breath and looked at me.

We were standing in the kitchen, that guy and the woman staring at us and my jaw dropped, when the realization of what was happening hit me.

"This is my girlfriend Naomi, and he is her son, Niall. They live here too."

They what? She's what? He's what? What is happening?

These are just a few of the thoughts and things that were going through my mind.

"You have a girlfriend? Dad, what the hell?", I looked at her dissaprovingly and she eyed me, scared.

Her look was worried, a bit weirded out, but also a hint of judgement hidden in there, which made me wanna punch her.

Of course I knew why. I had a lot of piercings and tatoos, blue hair, people would call me a punk. Because society doesn't like different, weird, originality. They have an exact picture of what everyone should look, be and act like and if you didn't blend in like they wanted you to, you were judged. At that point I didn't even really care anyomore. One day I just stopped caring. It didn't hurt me or affect me, but that didn't mean I liked it. I still didn't like it. I just knew how to not let it get to me.