Heres Chapter 4!
Pic made by my bestie LiZiIsBeAsTy (:
Song is called "Riot" by Three Days Grace (: <3
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Emma had never been great at sneaking-in late at night.
The floorboards of her house were old, squeaky, and impoverished of repair. The time was a quarter past midnight. Her curfew was at ten.
She opened the front door, as without a sound as she could possibly manage, and tiptoed across the living room. A traditional red décor Victorian-era rug obscured the wooden boards, giving the dark room a glimmer of charm and character.
Abruptly and without warning, the kitchen light came on. Emma ceased, and her mother walked into the room.
“Where have you been?” She asked with a stern face.
Emma’s mother was a woman in her early thirties and shaped like a pencil with crow’s feet. Years ago in her youth she was quite attractive, but after becoming a widow and burdened with supporting a daughter on by herself, her beauty faded.
She gave Emma an austere look, standing erect in her blue night robe and purple pajamas, waiting for an answer from her daughter.
“I’m sorry. I lost track of time. Toby and I were watching a movie, and we fell asleep.”
Toby Butler was a childhood friend of Emma’s. In the same grade, the same classes, the same teachers, Toby and Emma became close buddies. Toby was, in all fact, a cowboy. He rode horses, flew lassos for sport, and worked on his family’s cattle farm. Prairie life was Toby’s paradise, but not Emma’s. He did not know that Emma was a lesbian, for the obvious reasons.
“You’re a liar, Emma! I called Toby’s father two hours ago, and he said Toby went to bed early because he has rodeo practice all day tomorrow, and that he hasn’t seen you all night.”
Emma was astounded.
“I know where you were,” she said with a sarcastic tone. “You were with that girl, weren’t you?”
Emma, trying to fathom how her mother knew, gawked.
“Mom, what are you talking about? What girl?”
Frustration came over her mother and she began to speak louder.
“I found the letters, Emma! I know you hid them under your pillow. Do you think I’m an idiot? Did you think I would not find them? Oh, I found them, and I read every last page, front and back! You’re talking sinful and heathenness things with that girl!”
“Mom, Izzy is...”
“Isabelle...that’s her name! It’s Mag and Bob Deaton’s daughter, isn’t it? Oh, just wait until they hear about this, Emma. Just you wait!” Emma sealed her eyes shut and forced herself to believe that her mom would not dare hurt Izzy.
Realistically, she wished to be away in her room asleep.
“Mom, please stop it.”
“How the hell did you become confused? You go to church with your Grandpa Mason every Sunday! You used to sing in the choir, for Christ’s sake!”
Emma began to breathe heavy. “I’m not confused Mom. I’ve known, and I’ve come to terms...”
“That you were gay? Oh Jesus, I can’t say it. Since when have you thought this?”
Emma fastened her hands together behind her back. “Since I was eleven. I don’t think it. I am, I know. I am a lesbian.”
She stopped at her words, at just realizing their consequences. She said, “Oh my God…”
Her mother stopped and screamed in outrage.
“You have no place but Hell in the...my daughter is not gay! You know what? We’re going first-thing Saturday morning and talk to the pastor. He probably knows of some program or...”
Emma’s fragile body began to shiver from the raised tension. “Get over it.”
She ranted on.
“What would your friends think? What would your grandpa think? Hell, half the town is family! What will they think? You had better choose the right option and I mean it! God hates fags, Emma!”
The last thread of self-control in Emma’s mind snapped in two.
“It’s not a choice for me, damnit! Do you honestly think I would choose all the chaos and hurt I’m going through right now if I had a choice?”
She continued.
“Mom, I don’t want to be hated! I am attracted to girls! Get over it! I don’t care at all that half the town is related to me; I’m not them! I am in love with Izzy. I care for her.”
“You’re confused, Emma! It is not God’s way! It’s unnatural and you’ll go to Hell.”
“Oh, like you’re any better! When was the last time you went to church, Mom? Huh? You haven’t gone with me since Daddy died!” Tears trickled.
She began to calm herself down. Her eyes were inflamed, and she shook her head in dissatisfaction.
“I knew you would never understand...Daddy would have.”
Emma wiped her eyes and drew back towards the staircase, where her bedroom laid just steps away on the upper floor.
Emma’s mother trudged.
“We are seeing the pastor this Saturday and that’s final! It’s for your own good! I am not living with a faggot in my house!”
Emma vacated to her bedroom door and turning her head, she screamed to the top of her lungs, “I hate you, and I hate this God forsaken town! I can’t wait to leave after I graduate!”
She slammed the door. All was quiet in her sanctuary.
Astounded and in shock, Emma propped her desk chair against the corroded doorknob. She fell onto her quilt-covered bed and shouted in a mix of emotion and confusion, all she could, into a pillow she herself had sewn many springs ago.
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Emma bounced her legs up and down.
A breeze was coming through and the atmosphere around her was chilly.
Tick-tick-tick.
“Where is that stupid bus?”
Off to her left, pulling off from the highway, she heard the rumble of a hefty diesel engine. In relief, she glimpsed at the duo of bright lights approaching her bench. The lights were attached to a massive silver, stainless steel bulk on tires-Greyhound.
It was 8:20. Five minutes late.
Who cares?
Emma shuffled her backpack onto her shoulder. The edges of the ticket in her hand were wearing down she stood up and waited to start her adventure....
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Writing this Chapter really made me upset. I just wanted to have a little drama between Emma and her mom. Everytime the word "faggot" was typed I really wanted to erase it but ya....
Thanks for reading n im sorry again if this makes u upset or mad.. :/
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