It's been a while. It's been 7 years since I've been like this. Since I've been a tomboy.
A lot of people judged, questioned, interfered... Ofcourse. They were all against it.
But that was before the LGBT Rights were published and most of the community and a bunch of people around the world supported.
Life has been tough for me. Even until now that I have a son.
Yes. I have a son. A sweet and delicate son.
The guy that made me pregnant, I don't even have the guts to mention his name, left me 3 days after he knew that I was carrying his son.
Without me knowing, He left me there. The same spot. The same time we made Johnson.
It was hard for me. I was in a lot of pain.
He knew.
But still, He just left.
But even after that I was still determined to raise the baby without the father's presence. And it has been tougher than I thought.
"Mom!" Johnson shouted across the living room.
"Yes honey?"
"There's a tall creepy guy outside who wants to see you." His voice draws nearer and nearer.
"Who dear?"
"He didn't tell me his name" There he is, standing infront of me, "But he wants too see you mom" My 5 year old son told me.
Now who could that be...
I stood up from the sofa that I was sitting on and walk towards the living room. Johnson came along too. Near the door, there's a small window with a curtain on. I peeked and saw...
Him.
Suddenly a fast beat came unexpectedly from my heart and unknowingly my eyes all went teary.
Memories came across my mind. Rewinding up the past that disgusts me. I wanted to run, to hide, to just disappear without a trace. Oh how I wish the earth could just swallow me whole.
"What's wrong mom---"
"Shhhh!!!" I faced him and shushed him to be quiet. I sensed that he knew what i feel. He's a smart kid. He knew me too well.
As soon as he understood the situation, he wrapped his arms around me.
"Don't cry mom. Be strong."
That's right... I should be strong.. No... I'm completely strong. I can't let him know that whenever I see him still breaks me apart. I'm no longer that innocent stupid 19 year old immature who can be easily irritated nor hurt.
"Angela? I know you're there." David said knocking the door.
I got this.
I inhaled as deeply as I could as I turned the knob with sweating hands...
And there, I saw David.
"Angela... I--" He stopped as soon as he saw Johnson peeking behind my back.
No.. Johnson. I should have known...
David kneeled infront of him and inspected Johnson. His hands roaming around Johnson's face while looking at me and back at him.
"What's your name little one?" Curiosity builds up inside him. Desperate enough to meet him.
Johnson shrugs, "I don't talk to strangers, that's what mommy says." Johnson spat earning a chuckle from David's face.
"But i'm not a stranger, baby... In fact, I am your fa---"
"Johnson Adams, Can you head to your room for a moment sweety? This is adult talk and I don't want you get involved." I smiled at him.
He smiled too, "Sure mommy!" He left as being told.
My smile instantly vanished as I saw his face, "David Collins... What do you want?" Sarcasm noted.
"Adams??" His faced becoming furious, "Johnson... Adams?"
"Why the fuck do hate Adams? You hatin' on Adam and Eve now?"
"And why the fucking fucker does our son have an 'Adam' in his name?!" Anger boils up inside him.Our son?
I shoot him a disgusted look, "What are you talking about??? Who's son?? Yours?"
"Our, Angela Pierce. Ours." His arm crossed. Shooting a glare.
I was about to speak when a voice came out of nowhere.
"Correction. It's Angela Adams." Robert corrected.
Robert Adams. A doctor who's son of the owner of the biggest hospitals in the country. We met 3 years ago when Johnson was only 3 and I was 22. He was the one who saved Johnson when he accidentally jumped into the sea and drowned himself. I, however, just stood there and stupidly panicked. I really regretted it that time and I convinced myself to never eveppppop
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Teen Fiction"Uh oh." "What do you mean, Uh oh?"He asked Silence creeps in between the two of them. Angela has been getting tummy aches since then after that night. David examines Angela while she constantly rubs her stomach. "David..." "Yeah?" "Did you use pr...