Ever wonder how people will treat you if you come out of closet?
Ever feel like the world would reject you, so you use a cover up?
If you come from a family that doesn't approve of same sex marriage, but it's something you want...it's who you are and you can't hide it.
This is my story. It's kind of about a girl, and kind of about her fear. But its mostly about her love losing. The one thing that brings her happiness but it's forbidden. In the eyes of her friends, of her family, and the way she feels is forbidden in the eyes of God himself.
"Here I am! Pretending to be someone I'm not," I think to myself looking, as I look at his wet body.
"Hey baby what's wrong? Didn't you have fun, cause I sure did," he says pulling me towards him to cuddle.
"No! Stop it," I say bitterly, tasting his cum that was still in my mouth. "I have to go."
"Where are you going? It's 3 in the morning! Come now, you can get hurt out there! Stay...please? For me? I need you here! I never felt this way about any girl or guy..so please stay," he pleaded.
"You don't know me okay! You will NEVER get to know...and with this Evan, good bye!" I yelled as I took his jacket and wrapped it around my body, leaving my ripped up clothes behind. As im about to walk out the door, he stops me.
"At least take my clothes from the drawer. You cant walk out there naked with just my jacket."
He was right of course but I cant stand another minute here so I leave.
As I make my home in the dark cold evening, wrapped around in his jacket, all I can think of is his scent and the warmth of his body touching me. I felt so uncomfortable the way his slimy tongue felt inside me...so alien, so un-human to me, so despicable...
Why didn't I say no? I just freeze up every time.
