Just One Kiss (Lesbian Story) - Completed

Chapter 7

For the second time in a matter of moments, he manages to confound me. Before I could say anything, he again continues.

"You yourself told me. You took it all. You never put up a fight, did you? You just let them rule all over you. And they did. You could have retaliated, sworn back or even flipped them off and walked away. But,instead, you chose to stay silent."

I was dumbfounded. But that can't be right. If I had retaliated it would have made everything worse, wouldn't it?

As if hearing my thoughts he says "You would never know what would have happened if you had."

I wanted to protest and defend myself. I knew those people,didn't I? I didn't.

He looks away and then looks at me again. "Look Sophia, I understand, I really do. I may not be from this place. I may be new and may not know how the town works. But, I know you are not the only one out there, facing the same thing. It may seem that way, but you aren't."

I looked down again, this time, feeling confused and somewhat feeling stupid.

I could hear a sigh again. "I'm sorry if I overstepped my limit. I just....just wanted you to understand that what you were about to do was a consequence of your actions and not theirs. It may sound harsh, but it's the truth."

I look at him. My life for the last few months have literally been to hell and back. I didn't want to feel this way, be this bitter and sad person. I knew what I wanted wasn't conventional, and knew that society would deliberate to accept. And the moment I figured I was not going to bat for the other side, I accepted it and I even accepted that there would criticisms.

Maybe I hadn't expected the extent of the harshness. Isn't that what they say, 'roll on or roll over'.  Maybe, I rolled on too much and thus eventually  got rolled over. Or maybe I was just too naive and expected the general population to accept me.

What would have happened if I had fought? Wouldn't it have made my life more miserable? Remy was right, I would never know. In my quest for the society's acceptance, I had lost myself. I really had let them destroy what little respect and esteem Callie had left.

But, I couldn't just like that acknowledge this. If I did, then it would mean my months of suffering and pain would be for no reason. I wanted to say something that would justify all that I had done and had been about to do. I just simple couldn't accept what he says just like that. But what was I supposed to say?

 "Why do you care?"  I ask defiantly as confusion turns into bitterness and anger, at this stranger who apparently thinks he has this situation figured out, who has me figured.  

I glare at the stranger whose expression turns from hurt to anger and finally settles on one of sadness.  "I don't", he says flatly. "I just had a brother who killed himself for the same reason. That's the reason we decided to move"