trendsetter ☹ matthew e.

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"Pack your bags, and get the hell out of my house."

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When Estela and I arrived at the house, my lips were still quivering from the soft kisses Matthew left me and my hands were trembling with fear. I made sure to take as much time as I could when I opened the car door and attempted to get out, but Estela had other plans. She grabbed a handful of my hair and dragged me out, slamming the car door behind her.

To cover up what she had just done, she let go of my hair and discreetly clutched my hand, making sure to squeeze it tightly. I didn't make a sound, I didn't protect myself or defend my actions and what happened — I knew what I did was wrong, kissing Matthew in plain sight where everyone could see, Estela hates being neighborhood gossip.

The front door was already wide open, which meant Alex was home early from work, that only tripled my fear. Estela opened the second door we had that prevented flies from getting in, and shoved me into the house, making me trip and fall flat on my face.

I silently groaned in pain, knowing that if I made a sound any louder I would get in more trouble than I already am. I slowly got up from the floor, fixing my shirt as blood dripped onto my hands from my nose. I looked up at Estela, nothing but anger evident in her eyes. I just let the blood drip from my nose, hoping that I would eventually bleed out and be rid of this nightmare that I lived.

Alex walked in from the kitchen, seeing me in my bloody state and Estela stand there with nothing but the anger that radiated off her. Alex gasped, quickly walking over to me and putting my head up.

"Oh my lord, what happened!?" Alex asked, quickly running into the kitchen and grabbing a few napkins. She rushed back out of the kitchen and handed me the napkins, making me apply pressure to my nose.

Nothing other than what Alex had said was told by Estela nor I. I was afraid to even speak up about what happened, nonetheless explain my bloody nose.

"Are you going to say anything?" Alex asked, looking between Estela and I.

"Pack your bags, and get the hell out of my house."

I looked at Estela in shock, not knowing if I should move or not. But once she looked right back at me and made eye contact, I quickly ran up the stairs to my room and burst the door open. I rummaged through my closet, tears coming out of my eyes while my emotions ran wildly.

I grabbed a duffle bag that was stuck under a memory book of me and my parents, but scoffed at the idea at both of them. Homophobic idiots. I rid myself of my thoughts and threw the duffle bag onto my bed, beginning to pack. I heard Alex yelling at Estela about why she was kicking me out and whatnot and my heart broke at what she replied.

"Because she's a dike, and I don't want a dike living in this house."

I had expected those words to be coming from Alex from when she saw Matthew and I in my bed-room, but not this time, no, this time it was Estela.

I opened my drawers and grabbed what I needed, stuffing it all into my duffle bag. Hot tears were still streaming down my cheeks as I chucked my phone into my bag and zipped it up, finally accepting that my parents did not love me for who I was. I threw my bag over my shoulder and scurried down the stairs, seeing them standing in the middle of the living room.

They stopped talking and both looked at me, my mind was pathetically thinking of what they were saying before I came down, and that only viciously attacked my heart more.

Alex came up to me, her gaze bringing in a new found disappointment vibe into the air that was filled with madness. She handed me a fifty dollar bill, shaking her head.

"Good luck making it out there."

I only nodded my head, and bid them a farewell nod. I opened the front door and walked out, not knowing where I would stay or what I was going to do to survive the next few days alone.

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